Lyrics
Yo icepick Arabic
Saudi Arabia
My clique roll thick rip shit
Like WrestleMania
Saddam Hussein
President of what I claim
Still the same name
Tied to this shit like I'm to blam
Then maintain
Gettin' this CREAM with bloodstain
2-5-2 cause the crew
Stuck in the game
A quarterly you vs me
And try to slaughter me
The door was locked
Top lock stuck bad luck
Come out the elevator
K-tone
Like "B***h what
Arab shit
Play the low
Can coca-colo
What up though
151
We smoke 'dro
Brown bags
Tons of hash get smoked
Yo that real shit
Pro'ly make you bleed down
Your throat
Then choke
Coughin' up the murder I wrote
I smoke spanky
Hit it hard mega hard
Then burn it down
Under the ground around guard
I rented
Niggas on my d**k then I presente
Diploma
Keep her wide open in TONY roma'
Back shots
Holiday Inn about to bone her
And cold own her
Drop her off inside Corona
With pistolo
Call me tomorrow on the 'Rola
The Ayatollah
Strike back you're just a soldier
For them thug nigga
Holding their gats and never scared
I'm prepared
Every day get bent on beers
Play the corner close
Quick to jump on the toast
Dead shot
Take your knot
Dun and get ghost
While you talk fronting
Walk fronting like a villain
Soft something
So hot what a feeling
Mo' with the ice chillin'
Roll dice make a killin'
Wanna see twice a million
No love for a got civilian
Make salat in the spot kneelin'
For a second freeze dealin'
Back to business
Pump 'til the pack finished
Stack spinach
Mad bent crash renters
Full enough to whip somethin'
A-alike twist somethin'
Henny got my d**k sunke
Stay drunken
Wit' a bop holdin' your shit
Pushin' shit dro
Yeah the game don't stop
Let the beat drop
Bring it back to the top
Just for them thug nigga
Chicks and hard rocks
Street to cell block
Rock to Comstock
Movin' like a flock of Arabs in war-lock
Makin' on blocks a four
Carat stone
Infrared chrome
In Kuwait I await skull
And crossbone
In my own zone
Motorola flip-phone
The infrared
On the Giorgio Armani specs
Blowin' tecs at the opposite ***
For the six-figure check
My slug injects
When the god lay to rest
My seed is next
I was blessed with a thug's caress
And a dime's finesse
Titanium chest and bubble vest
Yeah titanium chest and bubble vest
My pop's dead now
It's too late to warn me
Inform me
D's wanna plant ki's on me
Eternally I wanna sleep
Without the venom of a snake
Niggas tryin' to cree
Stakes is high
And a thug's blood runs deep
The Jakes wanna see me
Layin' under six feet
Or so it seems
Now my team work against me
They can't stop my money move
It's too intensely
Khadafi
I plant bombs where the Feds be
I'm like Moses in the middle
Of the Red Sea
With infrared
And a case full of hundred G
Leadin' my thugs to the land of Kiami
With no cops
Pure coke growing on the tree
Arab shit
Tommy Hill and Nikes on
Guerrilla rap song
Yeah CNN guerrilla rap song
Saudi Arabia
My clique roll thick rip shit
Like WrestleMania
Saddam Hussein
President of what I claim
Still the same name
Tied to this shit like I'm to blam
Then maintain
Gettin' this CREAM with bloodstain
2-5-2 cause the crew
Stuck in the game
A quarterly you vs me
And try to slaughter me
The door was locked
Top lock stuck bad luck
Come out the elevator
K-tone
Like "B***h what
Arab shit
Play the low
Can coca-colo
What up though
151
We smoke 'dro
Brown bags
Tons of hash get smoked
Yo that real shit
Pro'ly make you bleed down
Your throat
Then choke
Coughin' up the murder I wrote
I smoke spanky
Hit it hard mega hard
Then burn it down
Under the ground around guard
I rented
Niggas on my d**k then I presente
Diploma
Keep her wide open in TONY roma'
Back shots
Holiday Inn about to bone her
And cold own her
Drop her off inside Corona
With pistolo
Call me tomorrow on the 'Rola
The Ayatollah
Strike back you're just a soldier
For them thug nigga
Holding their gats and never scared
I'm prepared
Every day get bent on beers
Play the corner close
Quick to jump on the toast
Dead shot
Take your knot
Dun and get ghost
While you talk fronting
Walk fronting like a villain
Soft something
So hot what a feeling
Mo' with the ice chillin'
Roll dice make a killin'
Wanna see twice a million
No love for a got civilian
Make salat in the spot kneelin'
For a second freeze dealin'
Back to business
Pump 'til the pack finished
Stack spinach
Mad bent crash renters
Full enough to whip somethin'
A-alike twist somethin'
Henny got my d**k sunke
Stay drunken
Wit' a bop holdin' your shit
Pushin' shit dro
Yeah the game don't stop
Let the beat drop
Bring it back to the top
Just for them thug nigga
Chicks and hard rocks
Street to cell block
Rock to Comstock
Movin' like a flock of Arabs in war-lock
Makin' on blocks a four
Carat stone
Infrared chrome
In Kuwait I await skull
And crossbone
In my own zone
Motorola flip-phone
The infrared
On the Giorgio Armani specs
Blowin' tecs at the opposite ***
For the six-figure check
My slug injects
When the god lay to rest
My seed is next
I was blessed with a thug's caress
And a dime's finesse
Titanium chest and bubble vest
Yeah titanium chest and bubble vest
My pop's dead now
It's too late to warn me
Inform me
D's wanna plant ki's on me
Eternally I wanna sleep
Without the venom of a snake
Niggas tryin' to cree
Stakes is high
And a thug's blood runs deep
The Jakes wanna see me
Layin' under six feet
Or so it seems
Now my team work against me
They can't stop my money move
It's too intensely
Khadafi
I plant bombs where the Feds be
I'm like Moses in the middle
Of the Red Sea
With infrared
And a case full of hundred G
Leadin' my thugs to the land of Kiami
With no cops
Pure coke growing on the tree
Arab shit
Tommy Hill and Nikes on
Guerrilla rap song
Yeah CNN guerrilla rap song