Gonzoe - Ice Pick Bubble & Grind lyrics

[gonzoe] (talking) Yeah, blackout (get out) Outlawz, ride ride ride Children of the makaveli Sing with me Come on, come on, come on (how... gonzoe... kastro) I won't stop till I drop, why [verse 1 - gonzoe] When the lightning strikes Ignite the name paper I'm a made n***a Clich? for the paper and all Stand right here and ball I bust or fall off I'mma hustle till it's gone It's on if I'm crossed up in this Spendin well for my business Live to tell my children about how they got it dearest And how they fear us Cause the sinners ain't givin a f** Tryin' to press my luck And turn ones to two bucks Like magic (poof!) Blow in on my habit I drink like a souljah, smoke nay, gotta have it Aaaaahhhhhhhh!!! I drink like a souljah, smoke nay, gotta have it [verse 2 - kastro] Hennessey and ridin on enemies Better mention me Mo and napolean And any day Apply the pressure Outlaw till I die rock blessers Tell gap we got more spots and still rock our vests Lifespan when do I quicksand To see me, (ahhhhhh) twist me, then mix me Down to one ten, money and murder Rum and big guns, that's all I heard There's no woman swervin n***az one time better hurt em Flowin your wack Watch my back Time-storm it's on Page g, then page me Miss worried about one Cross state lines Late time it's day time I take mine and break it Tell the world, thuggin ain't dead it's sacred We livin simple like sh** from a pigeon Break out of this prison World we livin Our mission [chorus] As we ice pick bubble and grind for the cash Ice pick bubble and murder for the cash Ice pick bubble and grind for the cash We (yeah) ice pick bubble and murder for the cash [verse 3 - gonzoe] (gonzoe...ahhh...pissin on n***az) Yeah, n***a it's gonzoe Feel the heat n***a Face the truth Children of the makaveli Y'all n***az ain't crazy Give it up frequents And mate ya momma's rats is too shady I was clackin in the 80's I'm about taken my money in every state While you ain't about nothin Havin no hustle, watchin moves I make If you ain't got it you hate it Let's straighten the facts in ya Remember, I f** you up by your bartender No n***a hend as this Tried to sell fingerless f**in with ritzy Miss me Your whole hood history (boom!..hahahah) Now clean this mother f**er up! Chorus (outlaw!!! what what) [verse 4 - gonzoe] Yeah, who you f**in with? The blunt gets split It's over with The more enemies I see The more n***az get hit Cause I'm an outlaw We all roll for the love of makaveli Four soldiers to k** n***az Ain't nothing you can tell me Nothin! [gonzoe (talking)] Yeah, julio g, speak on it Fuzzy, speak on it (ras ka**) Big boy, speak on it (hahahah) Theo, speak on it (what they gonna do to us now) Baka boys, speak on it my n***a Sway and tech, speak on it (these n***az got loaded guns... loaded guns) Say down south, mean green, speak on it Boom daddy, chris lova lova, speak on it Yeah yeah yeah (and we... outlaw.. outlaw) Greg street, speak on it Dj nad, speak on it (napolean) Jerious smokin b, speak on it (f** everybody else) Shieet (outlaw) Outlawz, speak on it Ahhh World, speak on it All my n***az, speak on it my n***a