North all morning, how's it staring down that same road? Grab those gloves and jacket, gonna freeze behind that window. Hey, what's that sound? Ice or ground
Driving North all morning, how's it staring down that same road? Grab those gloves and jacket, gonna freeze behind that window. Hey, what's that sound? Ice or ground
E V I L E and Ice T are on a jack move Layin' down the dope groove, smokin' those who disapprove Wreckin' the deck, you'll regret if you cross punk Rollin
on my nephews, from the smallest to the pale Me and you ballin, from the heavens, or the hell Won't let you hit the ground if I'm fallin myself Now picture
, you understand me? Either you with us, or you ain't with us Either you in the huddle or you out the huddle Either you ridin' or we pass you, flyin'
You understand me? Either you with us Or you ain't with us Either you in the huddle Or you out the huddle Either you riding Or we passing, flying by saying
to be found Blood, I'm a dog, call me a bloodhound Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J.
Our shit don't mix like llao and lukewarm water Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up I oughta duct tape your infant daughter Show y'all
that ice? You see the cars Flashy lights everywhere we are Livin' like, like there's no tomorrow I thought I told you, Imma a star You see that ice?
dealership i got buku cars penitentary i keep buku bars flow so hot, ridin buku large hollywood ground, i got buku stars dont need rogger ebert, or the
rough winds and rain and ice I'll be there when the night falls and troubles rise I'll be there when you need me No matter what how or when My friend
[Cappadonna] Yeah, '96 Park Hill style Burial ground sound, in it forever dunn Politic Here we come, right through your eardrum Dunn Cherry-head catch
one on one Hold it down, make sure the head, sure nuff don't hit the ground Lampin on the handball courts, or the square, we can take it there Settle
you're breathless twirl your hips around I'm gonna break my neck tonight I'll get you off the ground Dynamite, you're dynamite Dynamite, dynamite Get it now or
Clear the vibe ride or the six ride get the baking soda tell them boys let the bricks fly Keep bark buzz and the piff high Put you in the ground cuz
cold wind blows At precise rates When I've got my ice skates on If all the roads were paved with ice That wouldn't thaw or crack I could skate from
You don't want to fuck with us You don't [Verse 2:] [Method Man] I get scanned, rip sand With this stick style Pistol, lick ground Get off my dick now
