Raekwon The Chef - Ice Water

featuring Ghostface Killer  Cappachino 

Intro: Ghostface Killer 

Tommy Hil` rockin ice niggaz 
Tommy Hil` ice rockin niggaz who fuck... 
Mira  afrente 
Take a one on one to this shit y`all (yeah) 
Get your nostrils clear (yeah) 
Come on  sniff your brains out 
All my Al Capone  Al Pacino niggaz (yeah) 
Who`s down with drug smuggling 
Cappadonna  Golden Arms 

Verse One: Ghostface Killer 

Yo, yo 
Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus 
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures 
Peace to half-moon Caesars 
and all the bitches in the bleachers 
Hot weather, sex on the beaches 
Jury shopping out of the country 
Deluxe luxury, people saying dem not change 
Look, truckle me 
But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet 
Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies 
Kid I laced it 
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin 
But first hit Maria`s, for a butter almond 
The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic 
Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas 
Son, it`s on so we can just Maximillion 
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion 
The God`s tropical 
Ladies call me black fruit punch 
Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch 
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love 
Who carries switch blades on the red roof 

Verse Two: Cappadonna 

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef 
I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep 
Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine 
Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind 
He ain`t mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime 
Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine 
Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino 
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino 
Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation 
Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation 
Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli 
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner 
Infrared all inside your bumba rasta 
Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster 

Interlude: Ghostface 

Yeah, yeah 
Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz 
Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch 
Except for overtime nigga 
Any ass money should be fine 
Cause I`m coming strong, reaking niggas backs 
Keepin shit real 
If you haven`t noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga 
Let me tell you this four times 
Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef 
Cappachino and Golden Arms 
Is comin through mad strong 
From the isles of Shaolin 
For all them faggot ass 
Rusty ticket-head bitches too 
Shump shump baby 

Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef 

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates 
Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hatin Jakes 
It be us, all the war`s soldiers, hangin in halls gettin over 
City niggaz who for blood money rockin Rovers 
Stay dipped, don`t have no money in your pocket 
In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep 
Crack bums watch your back for jumps 
Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill 
Get em son, we ain`t the one 
Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans 
Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans 
That`s life, to top it all off, beef for white 
pullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesight 
Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?