Head ICE - Bigg K vs Head I.C.E. lyrics

[Round 1: Head I.C.E.] I said yo I said I smack you with a tree no root attached You've been riding where? It's a boot attached n***a I robbed you for your P's and Watch you beg for peace that's the only way you get your budda back You get 'em all aboard well I'm Chris with Snoop I give 'em all the boards So what's your War Report before the war report n***a? N.O. but you not official I should let Hoffa hit you before you teleport into a police station and tell the cops I'm with 'em n***a He ain't no rider, I smell a cop on him If I get the drop on him I let them drop on 'em Once these Bad Boys split his head y'all gon' be mad Big/Bigg is dead I went Lox on him Dope money, you don't remind me of 'Kiss your coke funny So stop before I leave you with a knot As big as $5,000 in all twenties n***a Baller alert You was better off asking Organik how to alter his shirt 3X sweater, gun barking at a crowd like when E. Ness fed up All in the church n***a I pray for you, don't let d**h catch ya Gun, poking out the shirt like a nipple on T-Rex sweater Then you get murdered like Smack booked Mook to rap battle for his next set up Who's selling tickets n***a? I catch you in the tele tricking I'll wait til your wife come home and give her that T-Boz in Belly visit n***a you can't run to Africa So wherever you run I'm after ya I'll put a ghost to your name like I signed you to my label and I'm Maybaching ya Ride out If Head feels something itchy it ain't dry scalp I got an ill Mac, Bigg K, sh** could turn Los Globos any time now n***a They'll be looking for the body and a random Lush n***a gon' say "And there it is" cause you sleeping in Amy Winehouse n***a Get your men for us, I keep a big Taurus And got an MM P15 that been waiting to take a shot like a bench warmer n***a I hit your army up Then let Pumpkinhead tell you how Ice could've been Team Homi once Farrakhan can't stop this n***a In thee end (Indian) they gon' wish Gandhi come n***a You can't f** with me and you know he right I'm the only Ice, I don't only fight n***a I k** you with the cord attached to your karaoke mic Rap now Before you get back on Smack you'll get smacked down Beat up too, found by a clean up crew, somewhere in the back lounge n***a I stay with it, you play with it You n***a fear a (Phara) Funeral unless Queen Of The Ring give it n***a M-16 got a bu*t big as Ms. Hustle, I won't even shoot you with it Just SMACK, and your head will have a gat as big as Kristi Yamaguchi standing n***a This how the story go Your b**h will s** a random dick like glory hole I get you both smoked for short money, Tori Doe n***a Who gon' stop Ice? I done stopped life in front of stop lights So if I miss I'm still fit to catch the murder on another ave So if I see three I'm still QBing the hit to get the drop right Talk to me right or I smack blood out you I better get a hog out you If I don't, I'ma go in your mouth and pull that lil' bit of thug out you, you b**h a** n***a If I bump K and he front, I'ma catch a case like Bump J Y'all gon' see murder (C-Murder) from a Master P you can tell your Lil' Romeo one day The streets see for everybody that's why I hide from every body So see me when you see me cause I might be the last n***a you saw before you see EVERYBODY! n***a, I do gully sh**, muddy sh** Like, they'll only see your stomach floating But everything fallout out your back underwater got you looking like a jellyfish n***a I'm Rich Porter, I keep a gun cause only a n***a close like Po can hit me I throw him 50 plus protect him by throwing 50 so I keep it 100 with no one with me n***a Ice! Your b**h will love me and I'll love her back f** me and I'ma f** her back Cause you reach out arms, I make her hug a strap n***a Different n***a, yeah we pouring out for the same type of dead homies but this is different liquor Cheer up or get a haircut from a different clipper n***a I work harder And got a whole different team of ballers I Coach Carter n***a only 2 Chainz could tell you how Ludacris sh** be when you go solo and come harder n***a So place a table bet I get your whole table wet They'll have DNA by every other number like when he played Roulette n***a You n***as say "bars" in a reference or you talking slickly My Wolf know just by the way I "bars" I got that 40 with me n***a Ice! [Round 1: Bigg K] I said yo Ice You a 50 year old low life, no stripes You and your Wolf can get stuck together like cold rice Bow knife, old head come get your dome sliced I roll up with it in my lap like the phone lights So nice, you trash for the low price No bars, they blinded by your flash, that's a strobe light I'm throwing bombs, you holding on, let it go Ice Your ship sailed, you're stinking up this card with that Old Spice You smell me? I don't rock with that But if you 50 and still broke you got to rap I put the blades on ice like a hockey match Two rifles, I'm live with a pair of scopes (Periscope) I don't got the app Get clapped, it'll be five goons where Ice chilling After I green light the room like night vision No water, that's a puddle of blood, Ice dripping It got real, then they saw me take a chunk out the top, Ice fishing Listen, I'm bringing three rounds, slip and it's a beat down I'm strapped like the Navy, lama by the kidney Get it jumping in Beantown I push the Pinto, slump with the seat down Now I'm dabbing in the dump like I'm Dee Brown Clown, no friends, it's the fam' only Full clip, I peel a can like anchovies Your 16 from the 50, damn homie That sh**'ll clean Ice up like a zamboni I said I'm Tony, Montana with a sledgehammer For your stash next door, Ned Flanders The clip falling off the hip, wet Pampers A big one hit your chest Fred Sanford Who fronting? You don't like it than do something f** rap, I run through dust I'm dune bugging Plugged, I know some rasta mons, tools dumping I had them dreads slide on Ice; Cool Runnings Gun in the zipper medic, throw one in your lid and wet it Showtime oven, they'll set it and then forget it You flexing, I'ma stretch it I ain't real sympathetic Fire an HK like Hell's Kitchen credits Dead it, I'ma f** him up, squeeze him like a rubber duck This'll have you scared to leave your crib like the Bubble Guts This sh**'ll knock a horse down, word to bu*tercup Get set up, slap Ice with a stick, that's a Knuckle Puck What it's about? Don't make me come to your house Kick a dead body under the couch The 40 kicking like a kangaroo tucked in the pouch While he chilling, if Ice grilling I put a slug in his mouth Eat dick, top it off with a plate full of AIDS Cut it out or get folded; paper mache Just keep your f**ing mouth shut like we playing charades Harlem Hospital giving beds out but you going straight to the grave! [Round 2: Head I.C.E.] I'll smack the sh** out you K, on everything Show up to where you and yours is settling things And when the preacher say, "Do anybody disagree?" I say, "Me." Then come up there and rob you and that b**h for y'all wedding rings n***a do it later! Watching your block get shot up by my young n***as is some of the sh** I do with paper n***a Rolling blunts, picking n***as up, ordering food Telling k**ers what's the latest on the news Is the only thing you do with gangstas n***a Yeah, he's slick with the talk but he ain't there for the walk he frauding Drill rapping but look like the son of Phil Jackson, he Jordan Don't get your pops k**ed Cause We Are The Streets, way before The Lox deal n***a I leave your cheek exposed Remove everything from out your house, that street valuable but you could keep your clothes Then terrorize him, he'll be hiding in the Carolinas for about a week or two Then just pop up on a beach somewhere like a dead whale in about a week or two n***a we bout that yeah I don't mind tripping with bodies so if you tripping you bodied Forgot about after a few sips of Bacardi I'm on a b**h in the party n***a Fraud listen I done hit n***as more times than a prison board system You think you hard bodied? Well wait for that autopsy tell them how much sh** they did wrong to 'em n***a You from a state that got common wealth It's legal for y'all to hold your burners Still my young n***a will rock you while you buying cigarettes from the store and get away with it like Omar murder Ave don't f** with you [Bigg K] He a s**er that's why [Head I.C.E.] Ave don't f** with you [Bigg K] Ave's a p**y [Head I.C.E.] Ave don't f** with you...let him get salty Ave don't f** with you, your muscle got arthritis where yo' heart find it? How he this great white and nobody in the shark biting? [?] was looking for the n***a but couldn't find him like some tires I was trying to get to match the truck Young X said he p**y He know a few n***as in the hood but he don't back it up I know a b**h that don't even know him and she said she would smack him up So it's safe to say that that place you stay won't back you up n***a I been in and out of VA for 16 years n***a I know yo' block Five houses down got the weed and around the corner they moving Molly and speed In apartment C just above the go-go spot k**a Black and Jay be lurking in yo' hood with they hammers that you don't even know they got So if I send you a picture with two n***as on your porch smoking weed It ain't Photoshop n***a You hear me? So don't let that head upstairs be the reason there ain't no head upstairs Cause if Head upstairs I'ma make it to where no one else can head up there So do I want the head up? Yeah! What's popping K? I just showed you my stripes from the line, Dr. J I'm that thing B, they will Bernard King me if I stop today, n***a You looking for crowd hype I'm the type to shoot in the crowd hype Dex Osama, but you can be the next Obama if you get yo' style right n***a Don't get hit in the hit, I don't got time for mission bloopers If you miss they shooter, I'ma carry you back like an injured trooper n***a Man down Drunk n***a banging on the door cause he think his girl cheating is how that can sound n***a Cops will find you from drips of blood from your body if I front you d** and you don't got me That's back stabbing I'll come back stabbing like Dolph did Yo Gotti n***a Yeah, so pick a weapon or stick with the reverend Cause out here, guns is banging over dirt like Magnificent 7 n***a I let an old small Hawk jam you, Spud Webb It'll get rid of ya Or I'll get up closer and let you feel both .38 special bullets out the Dillinger n***a How you like that f*ggot? I hope they bury you in a black casket If the don't I'll get it done with two 20/20 baggies and a closed palm fist dap to a crack addict n***a, what drug you on? Weak n***as be trying to thug too strong Til I show up at the side of they hospital bed like, "Damn...what plug you on?" Dead that Don't push the case cause no battle bars is gonna help me beat a Fed rap If I was looking for pictures and birds to eat off Then the maggots and worms on top of your head is where they get fed at ICE [Round 2: Bigg K] I say you an old a** clown Lying like you cut kilos You cheesy and corny; Puff Cheetos and crushed Fritos I'll wet yo' sh**, extra clips, enough B roll This will ring on ice like Sub Zero in a tuxedo Bang, I'm a natural it's never a front That's how I come up in the ring and do whatever I want Your trap will get sprayed if I'm smelling the skunk I tell the cops, "He shot himself...and fell in the trunk." You a chump, he ain't said nothing nice the whole round Your first record deal? '65 with Motown Dan Marino gloves, I come to light the fo' pound Once he see the leather straps I bet Ice'll tone (isotone) down Catch it? I'm in your building acting vulgar with that fully tuck While you with wifey Casanova get his cookie cut I'm masked down, grab the toaster throw the hoodie up Knock the tapioca out your pudding cup Slug fest, ear to ear, cut next This one Tec, I pop dirty like it failed the drug test Suspects, get bombed on, Funk Flex The shotgun, try to take that back like drunk texts Who up next? I'll right hand your hype man You catch the left? Ice land in Iceland You light handed One of these? Gigantic When it run into Ice it's going down; Titanic Your type panic I pull a Desi out the bag, what set you repping? I make confetti out the flag You don't even be in Harlem, he flexing on the ave You stepped out on the H like a helicopter pad I'm bad You ain't big in the big city If you is next time I'm on biz then get with me I come to 1-2-5th with one 2-5th and get busy Feeling froggy he get the snub nose; Miss Piggy This b**h silly, throw the gun up to Ice cap, dome shot sh**'ll leak like sun on the ice cap Find out where he trapped, cut in the ice pack You gon' need bandages for the cut in the Ice pack I'm like that I made it through the cold winters Stretching my last, buying them 2 for 4 dinners You rap 'bout it, you ain't 'bout to do it though is ya? I dump Ice on his head like a super bowl winner I said yo, you can bring your whole hood, I don't find those factors Roll up, you're street food, gyro wrappers/rappers I'm back, applying pressure; chiropractors You couldn't catch a small break with a micro fracture Time [Round 3: Head I.C.E.] I can't even front on you K, you in the game But n***as don't run with you for that reason We f** with you cause nobody bring you to the courts You like P. Miller in Shaq's sneakers now I'm just keeping it 100 n***as is all in yo' ho a** cause you a ho a** n***a I don't see no star in yo' eye and neither do Jack Thriller n***a You short bus, crazy off of Cognac liquor Well I've been off lately n***a I don't even see the lights that Con Ed' give us Let's start something n***a They gon' promote this d**h like a new card coming If The Price Is Right I might win a new car from this Spin the wheel n***a Cause K with a Vanna...White is a game show Let's keep it real n***a I don't keep punks with me, just a pump with me And I'll let it hit you under the chin like Rick Fox' fight with Doug Christie n***a Do your homework And stop being mad that black n***as is f**ing white b**hes We been putting New World Order in your old earths Plan it/planet with me I done flipped in your hood, every gram was sixty Kept a 4-5 and wanted 5,500 for every plant of piffy Let's talk numbers I catch 16 before Drake made all summer 1,002 when the vials was blue and my start up money got 230,000 views And made it to where today I got 230,000 too I'm good with that I've been flipping battle rap money before y'all knew Suge could rap I'm good with Smack n***a Yeah, no rap battles, I don't need a reason to clap at you I'll never question myself like, "Ice, what you did?" Knowing my inner Wolf gon' say, "I felt the n***a wasn't that Bigg to be looking back at you." So let's play fair Cause grilling me will get you Norbes hit outside your baby daycare I took uzi's off bustas Swung Louisville sluggers at those that had base and loaded So that home run don't mean you safe there n***a I'll catch K, while he copping eigths and ounces Walk up on him while he rapping on somebody like he on the stage and crowd lit Then snap shots at him with a fan like an Asian outfit n***a Gun Jaz The Rapper height, ruin appetites Make a big n***a, look like a stick figure in the afterlife No hangman, I was looking forward to you dropping gems but you got no show You Rain Man n***a, no validation Don't feel conceited cause you beat Conceited and got paid by Alki David That's an old broom gangsta, this today's newpaper I'm giving your scalp the latest n***a Read up, I done kicked in doors and blew off toes of n***as who had they feet up You'll get hit with chairs and boos way before you rub that Apollo tree stump n***a Oh I'm Harlem for real If I'm armed I'ma k** You'll get hit with a round from a Hollow for real Battle that I tell Avacado to give me the footage and make you pay me $30,000 to get your battle back Cause you soft like that Chicken, I'm on the other side of the road You know not to cross like that n***a So stop acting wild, in the streets I raised 13 ba*tard childs One of my young n***as got shot up about 8 times His only concern was his Black & Mild n***a you not like us Yeah, I done poured 190 on the head of n***as who thought they grimy and had the heart like us I rip apart your plots Enemies, tried standing on the front line but took too long to shoot like Bill Cartwright's shot So f** a third hand Poppi know to put respect on every brick, like Birdman n***a But anything is possible Picture me going to the pack like, "Yo. K fronted on me Him and his cousin pointed a can at me." I'ma need y'all to film black history, start with his grand daddy I got him and his child, be patient I'm waiting on my gun like Furious Styles Where Trey went? I got more blood on this plastic than Ricky body 50 prolly But every time it's yo' turn to dance, you throw a hippy party n***a What's up with that? I thought you was up from crack Found out the truth was, n***as robbed you and you just upped your crack n***a You keep it tucked under the coat and the n***as know to watch n***a please, [?] released Fox and B-Magic footage Cause you was in the footage screaming "Here come the cops!" n***a "The cops is coming, the cops is coming." Y'all n***as need to stop man, y'all gon' go to jail "The cops is coming, the cops is coming." f** it, Organik coming Am I lying holmes? Yeah, you know not to say something Cause I saw the sh** three times from inside yo' phone b**h a** n***a Ice [Round 3: Bigg K] Ice! Ice! Ice! Ayo, get a load of me, ain't nobody as old as me, I'm as old as everything O dot L dot D is in the motherf**ing building I said I wanna f** your girl...and I will not fail I'm trying to put it all in her box...you got mail Ice! She let me f** her in the a** for drinks; co*ktail But you the type to buy son a**...that's oxtail Ice! Ice! Ice! Is this actually happening? Is that the style that 'pose to make a battle be challenging? You not wavy you'se a washed up f*ggot that's babbling And his cheap a** Wolf ring from Magic The Gathering You a goofy This ain't G sh** It ain't j**elry, it's a trinket We making plays, flee flickers on each trips While you in the jets, cheap liquor and stink sticks Weak b**h, what you 'bout to show me with no bread? You got it? I get it OT with dope [?] f** what you did in the 90's or '03 that's so dead These fans can't tell the difference between an O.G. and an old head But not me I see it 'fore it start to happen You used to play ball, failed athlete that started rapping When you started hooping that's when I started trapping The bricks that we broke down thick; Paul Patton What's happening? Your old tricks f*ggot, can it I put a stop to your flow; traffic jam it You was 30 when Biggie dropped 10 Crack Commandments Running 'round like he's New York City's Captain Planet Ice! Ice Ice {Bigg K throws a Head Ice ring he was wearing into the crowd} Grow up, I literally bought that off Ebay for four bucks You from the Lionz Den, so what? You know Lux It's 2016 and I give no f**s Talk is cheap, I get down, stalk and creep Lay in the bushes, hit you from across the street Matter of fact, scratch that, I toss the heat And punch the life out of Wolf like Altered Beast Everything you do and how you do it, mad lame If you don't like name flips you shouldn't have a stupid a** name It's your fault, it's your decision, you bugging Head Ice, The Wolf, you picked two of 'em Move something, I don't budge and don't bend I throw 10, family trees get broke limbs You outdated so rusty, won't win I got the Tommy in the desert, this No Country For Old Men I goes in Tip toe, barefoot, got a clip full of silver bullets you 'bout to wear Wolf/werewolf I take a bayonet, slice ya jaw Get cut, I don't f** with Ice at all Drug talk, you get it if you 'possed to know Food for thought I'm eating with a broken bowl You just another dead body, know your role And now I got a wolf head for that totem pole