IceBerg - I'm Da sh** (Remix) lyrics

Hey I'm da sh**, believe dat woe f** dat b**h, iOn need dat ho I only smoke crypt, yea I need dat dro If you think I'mma liq, I'mma squeeze dat fo Then you gun fall, yo soul gon float Up to da sky with them other people And this ain't a game, so theres no cheat codes No pause bu*tons, and no reloads I lay dick, dat she know And when im up in it, you can bet it she froze I got alotta b**hes, but man I need moe! Cuz ders no such thing as enough C-Notes! I run the 3-0-5 Ice Berg, LIVE Ion gotta rap boy im gon, SLIDE The feds want me den im gon, HIDE They can be slick and I can be, SLY Iounn give a damn its Dunk Ryde or die I rap part time Drugs 9 to 5 16 murders, I bust out the nine Tuan got 32, bloods gonna slide And ion need friends, its in my fye You see me up in me, a n***a gon die You see me up in me, and Its my time I ride with blocks, so respect my mind I better hold block with the stick, POW-POW I crank up the Dunk, lemme hear our sound Hold up! let me catch my breath! I'mma go til there ain't none left! Oh n***a, I ain't done yet! Trick told me when I sleep ioun get no check Its been 2 days, I ain't been home yet! Takin naps in the jet In the same DV set Im under survalence my phone on deck But ion be on it, cause the crackers is on me Greezy my homie Greezy and Soup And we is the sh**, tryna fill our shoes We want yo b**h, we like how she move I took pictures of her, and I sent em to soup Im stickin on 1, and im headed to 2 Call me Billion its what I do I-GET-MONEY, I-SELL-O's MAKE ni**aS HATE, CAUSE-I-SNATCH-DEY HOES Fix up the Dunk, show em I ain't broke And keep a big strap in case they want war n***as make the songs that a brother never hear! I'm not bought to diss you to start your career! You outta yo league. You need to do pot YOU CLAIM TO BE EVERYTHING THAT YOU NOT You see, I'mma star and I feel myself If I lived your life, i'd k** myself THE CLUB LIKE HOES: IM NEVER IN DEM BARE DONT TALK ABOUT YA TRUNK, CAUSE MY sh*t RIGHT HERE And we ride Dunks, AND DEY PASS LIGHT YEARS We drive drunk, BUT WE DONT DRINK BEERS See, my chopper's pregnant, cause it always spit It speaks a differnt language, BUT IT'S CALLIN YOU A b*tch And ain't nothin changed its the same ol sh** Im still tossin crypt, tryna hide from Kim Little mama old news And I got a blood b**h When I'mma finished with the Dunk I'mma grab her a whip There's still a couple n***as that'll die about a b*tch That'll make a Diss-Track, then cry about a b*tch And f** the DJ's that dont play my sh** But the real n***as that'll break my hits I'mma real n***a, LETS GET THAT CLEAR A young rich n***a, sayin fu*k AN OUTFIT My brother not here, so I do it for the crew And I rock that shirt that say: FREE SOUP n***a I-GET-MONEY, I-SELL-O's MAKE ni**aS HATE, CSUE-I-SNATCH-DEY HOES Fix up the Dunk, show em I ain't broke And keep a b**h strapped incase they want war I'm da sh** I'm da sh** I'm da sh** I'm da sh** I'm da sh** I'm da sh**