| Yo, son gimme some play on this release of Slot Time, son
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| (Aight, son, it’s all Wu)
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| Gimme some play, man, it’s cold world right now
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| (It's real out here man, word up)
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| Wu-Syndicate
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| Icy, (ice, ice, ice
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| It’s fridget out here God)
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| Grab your coat! |
| (Word)
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| It’s the modern day Ice Age
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| The world’s frozen, turned front page
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| Cats with icy bloodstreams in the rage
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| Thirty-two degrees below poverty, feds drug raid
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| and lock you in a cage where it’s cold, the Ice Age
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| Peace to freed jail cats come home, now they cop ranges
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| Hand to hand shoot outs with mack, new on the block stranger
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| Caught up in VA, New York language
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| Miami niggas had these projects locked till the knox raided
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| Holdin ball, paint job, the top flavor
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| What up my nigga? |
| Rock the gold teeth grill, bally some dark suede gear
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| Twenty dollar bill mixed with speed ball
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| Teen team burn, finger firey red, makin the king fall
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| Incarceration, as an incarconsist is your education
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| 150 gats with clip, arsonists in the makins
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| Slight back your moon roof, gimme some liquer straight no prune juice
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| wildin’all night, who let the goons loose?
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| City serpent, street merchant, networkin
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| Oakwood suburban, dirty swervin, poppin Germans
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| Mindor way now, shorties want style that’s foul, flagrant
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| ya laced shit
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| Case can’t face it, house arrest, I shake the gates
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| and give up for flesh, money long, Sonny singin funny songs
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| The street songs, faggot at arms, retire firearms
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| Lamb skin, master craftsman, just stay flashin
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| Mashin, chest burnin from a thug passion
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| I tilt bottles up in the club, fuckin with dick models
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| Dick throbbin, Haley’s comet, 2G will ever aristotle
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| Extort cream near the Fort Green, Cali palm trees
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| Clam stee, Vietnam fleet, ya scream 'fore I bomb thee
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| That’s icy medallions with a icy bloodstream
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| Rip shit with platinum niggaz, that blew off Ice Cream
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| Peace to ice that got them things
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| that you measure with triple beams
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| Some are words, turn to ice, turned my moms into fiend
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| P rocked some much ice, we called him iceberg
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| He touched an iceberg, how did that benz waggin hit that iceberg?
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| Now the word’s out about Wu-Syndicate, ice heist a lease
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| On pyramids, ice men gave dominicans ice keys
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| I see quality, bitches suckin’dick with icys for ice rings
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| Now them theme cats are Romanian
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| Ice bracelets crown fiends, that’s a chilly willy thing
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| I need an igloo in Alaska to escape Lucifer’s sting |