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Ice In My Veins
   ------DJ Kay Slay

Frederico
..check to his Adam’s apple
see his body on Twitter after you add em,
spit the magnum being, after punch jumping,
see this magazine is bigger than straight stuntin
the copy bigger on rackets, they packing out,
I’ll put you in the box, face down many packy yeah
killers move in silence, you’re acting wild
silence and shoot you smoking a pack aloud quite down
you a cops in the block had to work around it,
you see me in the spot, you know and work around it,
I know life is a bitch but she’s ignoring
she’s the finest, nothing to a giant, I’m human aura,
I’m copy riding with the shots, I’ma score it,
told the kids taking when you and your make-up use a..

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Turn pipes with your lanes, I got life and it stands
lights in my review, but ice in my veins,
snitch niggas getting fresh, Mikes in their chains,
they like a nigga grandma they like giving names,
young boys screaming fucks 12 21,
’cause here niggas die between 8-12 and 21
I need that buck joy, understand my lingo,
over here we think like jingle, make a chillin with that white boy,
walked in, she broke a neck, tryin to look at me,
shoot with a boyfriend, I break his neck if you look at me,
you can’t even cook a P, satisfy silly man,
how you want your 20 grand keep copy 20 grams,
you ain’t quick sand, that fifty getting poured,
I’m like you stand, but miss me with the bull,
I don’t give a fuck if you’re from a home that shelter,
you from Hollywood, you get caught sleeping over here ain’t nobody good.

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Bought em the shaddies, out to left the O Jay at home,
this palm is softer, this I left the rose at long,
they can see this master, call me ghost face capone
is bully hoes in my seats they taking shots after throne,
lockin the Irish spring for leave clean I’m the one,
the zero after nigga RG3 nigga is RDV in that thing
with that starsky lean, now push the start putting a place with a car key B
talking Jackson shit a hundred and more,
to unlock the vehicle I just put my fam on the door nigga
I smack you, keep your son in the George
above your bodies, and drop you off in front of the store,
coward, tryin to stop my cake over, when you want the plans
to see the fans but.. in plans just to be the man,
so you can separate a Bible from a preaches hamble
but still won’t stop the word of the gospel I lead the preaches glad
I need the plan, eat your fam, see the land of the evil man,
throw your ass in the trunk.. you off the cliff like you need to stand,

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nigga I got homies that beat 3 murder trial.
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nigga I got homies that beat 3 murder trial.