Ice Pick Bubble and Grind - Gonzoe, Kastro

Outlawz, ride ride ride

Children of the Makaveli

Sing with me Come on, Come on, Come on

(how… gonzoe… kastro)

I won’t stop till I drop, why

When the lightning strikes

Ignite the name paper

I’m a made nigga

Clich?

For the paper and all

Stand right here and ball

I bust or fall off

I’mma hustle till it’s gone

It’s on if I’m crossed up in this

Spendin well for my business

Live to tell my children about how they got it dearest

And how they fear us Cause the sinners ain’t givin a fuck

Tryin’to press my luck

And turn ones to two bucks

Like Magic (Poof!)

Blow in on my habit

I drink like a souljah, smoke nay, gotta have it AAAAAhhhhhhhh!!!

I drink like a souljah, smoke nay, gotta have it Hennessey and ridin on enemies

Better mention me Mo and Napolean

And any day

Apply the pressure

Outlaw till I die rock blessers

Tell Gap we got more spots and still rock our vests

Lifespan when do I quicksand

To see me, (ahhhhhh) twist me, then mix me Down to one ten, money and murder

Rum and big guns, that’s all I heard

There’s no woman swervin

Niggaz one time better hurt em Flowin your wack

Watch my back

Time-storm it’s on Page G, then page me Miss worried about one

Cross state lines

Late time it’s day time

I take mine and break it Tell the world, thuggin ain’t dead it’s sacred

We livin simple like shit from a pigeon

Break out of this prison

World we livin

Our mission

As we Ice Pick Bubble and Grind for the cash

Ice Pick Bubble and Murder for the cash

Ice Pick Bubble and Grind for the cash

We (yeah) Ice Pick Bubble and Murder for the cash

(Gonzoe…ahhh…pissin on niggaz)

Yeah, nigga it’s Gonzoe

Feel the heat nigga

Face the truth

Children of the Makaveli

Y’all niggaz ain’t crazy

Give it up frequents

And mate ya momma’s rats is too shady

I was clackin in the 80's

I’m about taken my money in every state

While you ain’t about nothin

Havin no hustle, watchin moves I make

If you ain’t got it you hate it Let’s straighten the facts in ya Remember, I fuck you up by your bartender

No nigga hend as this

Tried to sell fingerless

Fuckin with Ritzy

Miss me Your whole hood history (Boom!.. hahahah)

Now clean this mother fucker up!

(Outlaw!!! what what)

Yeah, who you fuckin with?

The blunt gets split

It’s over with

The more enemies I see

The more niggaz get hit

Cause I’m an Outlaw

We all roll for the love of Makaveli

Four soldiers to kill niggaz

Ain’t nothing you can tell me Nothin!

Yeah, Julio G, speak on it Fuzzy, speak on it (Ras Kass)

Big Boy, speak on it (hahahah)

Theo, speak on it (what they gonna do to us now)

Baka Boys, speak on it my nigga

Sway and Tech, speak on it (These niggaz got loaded guns… loaded guns)

Say down south, mean green, speak on it Boom daddy, chris lova lova, speak on it Yeah Yeah Yeah (and we… outlaw. outlaw)

Greg Street, speak on it DJ Nad, speak on it (Napolean)

Jerious Smokin B, speak on it (fuck everybody else)

Shieet (outlaw)

Outlawz, speak on it Ahhh

World, speak on it All my niggaz, speak on it my nigga