Lloyd Banks - Ice Box (Pt. 2) lyrics

Uhh! This for the hood It's all good, uhh South Jamaica hungry my n***a, come be the lunch I be on P's & Q's, purple and blues, breathin blunts Funny thing the dough came, never thought about leavin once There's a few chosen, we were brought up to the bunch You been in it a couple years I spent a decade paid I shine all year, your neck on shade - motherf**er I'm Gettin to it double time, young fly ba*tard acid #9 Keep 'em close, homies be the one that slime I'm outta here, on my way to the moon Blendin in with the stars, put your cameras on zoom Who the man that's caught a slug, he'll be an animal soon His daddy on base, his momma got her hand on the spoon They ain't f**in with the school, seein the dealers looked cool Little do they know in ten years, they'd be in jail or entombed The youth follow it through, he bangin red or bang blue You give a f** about them, they give a f** about you [Chorus] I got my ears to the street, one eye open when I sleep How I feel the heat in case a n***a try to creep Got a broad so sweet when she set a n***a up Knock your sole off your feet, money never get enough No trust, we don't trust a damn thing Ice water runnin through my vein, I'm so cold Watch me while I do my damn thing Got a neck full of gold and I'm in the get-the-dough mode Uhh, there's always too much drama goin on to be calm Get out the way or be harmed! Cause neighbor a Vietnam I got it down, haters prayin to see it gone Teflon on my chest wrong player, you be the pawn Takes me out the bullsh**, run your lip and get beat upon I'm full speed in Adema[?] and you want my freedom gone Ridin where the riders died, young black and qualified Fame gets them to s** you, makin it makes 'em swallow right I'm the survival type, cool as the champion on title night and VVS bait makin the models bite Bright as the morning all time of night Red and green striped Impala white, bricks to Bahama light Hummer every time I write, flow 9000 degrees farenheit Fly as a f**, flyin to paradise Grab a camera, film my flick, so you can have it twice Haters still poppin sh**, look... [Chorus] Crook wonders with words, ain't no tellin why I took 'em Bet these stupid n***az can't read - easier to book 'em Splattered walls, do 'em like graffiti when I cook 'em Stink sound Pelle while my BDS is wolfin Hood favorite, probably had my CD when they took 'em And I'm so high, which makes it easier to overlook 'em South Jamaica hoodlum in that big boy, the good one You shook son, wouldn't be here if you could come Maybe I'm misunderstood hon, cause it's obvious I'm judged And the hate's the new love, smell up the lobby with the d** You broke you need game, and the Ferrari you get bugged You done ran your run into the ground, it's time that you get snubbed Still no love...