| Yeah!!!
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| Uh…
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| I’m Back!!!
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| Uh…
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| Haha…
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| Uh…
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| Whoooooooooo…
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| Yeah yeah…
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| Lloyd Banks —
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| They know me round here, they call me Iceman
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| I ain’t your friend boy, i f**k your wife man
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| Look at my left, now look at my right hand
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| Everytime i move it looks like a strike of lightnin'
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| My name’s Banks, but you can call me igloo
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| There’s white rocks on my neck and my wris' blue
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| So don’t trip, 'cause you know i got my pistol
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| You’ll be surprised of the doors that it gets through
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| Lloyd Banks —
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| Yeah.
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| Louisduced me to jewellry, now i’m lovin' it
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| tell Jacob to shine it so good, them hoes love this shit
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| diamond after diamond, and i climbed up out the bottom
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| so holla if it’s a problem i got 'um just like you got 'um
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| i’m stoppin', the grillin' 'cause my whip can buy a skyscraper
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| roll down the window stick my hand out, Hi Haterrr…
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| i’m on the way to L. A, i see you guys later
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| y’all be here when i get back, ain’t no time to chit-chat
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| now all i do is sit back, hop in the plane and sip Yak
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| hop in the Range and with that, came in this game with this crap
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| you say my name you get smacked, right in the brain with the gat
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| know who you playin' with black, then holla back
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| Lloyd Banks —
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| They know me round here, they call me Iceman
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| I ain’t your friend boy, i f**k your wife man
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| Look at my left, now look at my right hand
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| Everytime i move it looks like a strike of lightnin'
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| My name’s Banks, but you can call me igloo
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| There’s white rocks on my neck and my wris' blue
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| So don’t trip, 'cause you know i got my pistol
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| You’ll be surprised of the doors that it gets through
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| Young Buck —
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| My name is Buck, but you can call me icy
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| i keep spillin' Crystal on my white tee
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| don’t give a f**k, bitch you ain’t gotta like me
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| i pop my trunk and have you runnin' in your Nike’s
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| look what i just bought, this white mink i got it in New York
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| and this white linki put it on and walk right out the store
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| wheres my car keys, what am i gon' drive
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| my Phantom got the steerin' wheel on the wrong side
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| pocket full of cash, Ferrari’s with the drive out tags
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| them hoes fallen off, let me stop and get some cash
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| Liberachi, the cops watch me
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| i’m ice-skatin' like a nigga playin' hockey
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| Lloyd Banks —
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| Yeah. |
| Yeah.
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| They know me round here, they call me Iceman
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| I ain’t your friend boy, i f**k your wife man
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| Look at my left, now look at my right hand
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| Everytime i move it looks like a strike of lightnin'
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| My name’s Banks, but you can call me igloo
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| There’s white rocks on my neck and my wris' blue
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| So don’t trip, 'cause you know i got my pistol
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| You’ll be surprised of the doors that it gets through
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| 8Ball —
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| Canary yellow princess cut, rocks when i smile
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| fat boy, kept it greedy since i was a chubby child
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| look at me now, hash rocked up, wris' watch rocked up
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| when i put my hand up to my mouth and hit that sticky stuff
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| the light hit the ice on my eight-way piece
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| in the streets, i’m a G, on the mic, i’m a beast
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| keep a bitch, on her knees, nigga please, i’m a pimp
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| purse first, ass last, i’m a shark, you a shrimp
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| 7 deuce, Chevrolet, rims taller than my son
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| gun on the scene with a extra clip 'cause i ain’t finna run
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| in my brand new shell-toe, three stripe, all white
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| in other words, out my way, with that shit you gon' lose your life
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| Lloyd Banks —
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| Yeah. |
| Yeah.
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| They know me round here, they call me Iceman
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| I ain’t your friend boy, i f**k your wife man
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| Look at my left, now look at my right hand
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| Everytime i move it looks like a strike of lightnin'
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| My name’s Banks, but you can call me igloo
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| There’s white rocks on my neck and my wris' blue
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| So don’t trip, 'cause you know i got my pistol
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| You’ll be surprised of the doors that it gets through
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| Scarface —
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| What the f**k are they yellin', dope man
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| anybody killin' in the hood, f**k your homeboy sellin'
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| i’ve got a problem with him, if i can’t touch it
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| then he can’t slang it, in these streets it dangerous
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| twenty niggaz pull up in cargo vans
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| palms sweaty, icky’s out with their masks on man
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| ha, i gave 'um the orders and thats all bad
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| bought it to floss and flashed it and got his murk ass smashed
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| the iceman is in the buildin' chillin'
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| big game mutton, and this lame’s stuntin'
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| got in the Dayton’s it’s deeper than a description
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| his sleepin' i’m on the mission to beat him in my position, ha
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| Lloyd Banks —
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| Yeah. |
| Yeah.
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| They know me round here, they call me Iceman
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| I ain’t your friend boy, i f**k your wife man
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| Look at my left, now look at my right hand
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| Everytime i move it looks like a strike of lightnin'
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| My name’s Banks, but you can call me igloo
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| There’s white rocks on my neck and my wris' blue
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| So don’t trip, 'cause you know i got my pistol
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| You’ll be surprised of the doors that it gets through
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| Lloyd Banks —
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| They know me round here, they call me Iceman
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| Watch outtt…
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| They know me round here, they call me Iceman
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| Watch outtt… I f**k your wife man…
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| They know me round here, they call me Iceman
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| Watch outtt…
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| They know me round here, i f**k your wife man
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| Watch outtt… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Iceman , by - Lloyd Banks. Song from the album Rotten Apple, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп