Currently No Video Available
Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
Don't take it personal, it's only music
Holla at me, yo, yo, ice water, yo, yo, yo, yo

Try me, PC'll put a clip in a nigga
Fuck a hole, my bullets'll dig a ditch in a nigga
Listen, I've been reppin', only pack big weapons
One shot to the stomach, you missin' ya midsection

I'm off the wall, dog, I could off ya balls
Stick his ass to the rooftop, toss 'em off
Hit the ave with the rooftop off the porch
I get money 'cuz it costs to floss, nigga you feelin' me?

And if not then fuck what you gotta deal with me
I'm only here for a minute but haters wanna get rid of me
PC creep with at least three heats
And a shotgun stashed underneath the backseats

You niggas actin' like you don't feel a draft
You seen ya man, tell him I'ma kill his ass
And I don't, wanna talk I want a mill in cash
I come through 'tards shittin', lookin' ill in the past

'Cuz it's the, ice water, don't get it confused
And one false move'll cause me to spit at you dudes
It's stumic, motherfucker and I'm pickin' ya food
And ain't no one out you know that my niggas'll do you

Let's spit on 'em, rush these niggas
[Incomprehensible] dead with a punctured liver
Only kid in the hood with a mustard ninja
Heard you broke down good, well I fucked ya sister

Eh yo we wyld in da club, style in the club
This is for my niggas gettin' down in the club
At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club
Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug

Yo we wyld in da club, style in the club
This is for my niggas gettin' down in the club
At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club
Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug

Yo I keep my gun on me, what the fuck y'all want from me?
Y'all touch my property somebody gon' die, uh huh
This ain't no joke, it's for real, my niggas they totin' they steel
All it takes is a phone call and they ready to ride

Eh yo the cards are dealt, the words are spoken
Nigga, welcome to the hell, the gates is open
Gatekeeper, first degree murder through the speaker
Who deep enough to flow with the reaper?

Stuck in the middle, I spit a little riddle
Leavin' niggas crippled, my niggas ball 'em like Kerry Kittles
You niggas makin' it hard, it's really kinda simple
If a nigga gotta pull it out I'm puttin' it in ya temple

Official I do this, rude maneuver
I use the rugers to keep the bullets movin' through ya
Weak anatomy, fuck the small talk and flattery
Ya power is weak, to beef you need much more batteries

Keep it genetic, or dead it, ice water inc we said it
Whoever so-called did it or said it, promote it and spread it
Fake it or front it, get ambushed and confronted
With slugs in ya head, back, chest and stomach

Niggas don't want it or ask for it, so we give it to 'em dead in the club
And let them things spit and rip through 'em dead in the club
Is you gon' fuck around and be the nigga dead in the club?

Eh yo we wyld in da club, style in the club
This is for my niggas gettin' down in the club
At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club
Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug

Yo we wyld in da club, style in the club
This is for my niggas gettin' down in the club
At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club
Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug

Egyptian look, gazelles on, L's lit, this how it's goin' down
Ski mask, channel shit, move like a terrorist click
Nineteen eighties babies, worldwide, ya girl on our dick

All you know is Rae look good, he hood, envision the flips
I make money like them niggas who take money
Fresh out the can, Duran look, astro van
The ill Castro, rap son of Sam

More rugers, more bow and arrows still no losers
Forty five dollars ahead, I go at niggas shootin' lyrical leads
Stop absorbin', break shit knock that gay shit out ya head

Wyld in da club, style in the club
This is for my niggas gettin' down in the club
At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club
Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug

Yo we wyld in da club, style in the club
This is for my niggas gettin' down in the club
At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club
Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug
Don't take it personal, it's only music   Holla at me, yo, yo, ice water, yo, yo, yo, yo      Try me, PC'll put a clip in a nigga   Fuck a hole, my bullets'll dig a ditch in a nigga   Listen, I've been reppin', only pack big weapons   One shot to the stomach, you missin' ya midsection      I'm off the wall, dog, I could off ya balls   Stick his ass to the rooftop, toss 'em off   Hit the ave with the rooftop off the porch   I get money 'cuz it costs to floss, nigga you feelin' me?      And if not then fuck what you gotta deal with me   I'm only here for a minute but haters wanna get rid of me   PC creep with at least three heats   And a shotgun stashed underneath the backseats      You niggas actin' like you don't feel a draft   You seen ya man, tell him I'ma kill his ass   And I don't, wanna talk I want a mill in cash   I come through 'tards shittin', lookin' ill in the past      'Cuz it's the, ice water, don't get it confused   And one false move'll cause me to spit at you dudes   It's stumic, motherfucker and I'm pickin' ya food   And ain't no one out you know that my niggas'll do you      Let's spit on 'em, rush these niggas   [Incomprehensible] dead with a punctured liver   Only kid in the hood with a mustard ninja   Heard you broke down good, well I fucked ya sister      Eh yo we wyld in da club, style in the club   This is for my niggas gettin' down in the club   At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club   Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug      Yo we wyld in da club, style in the club   This is for my niggas gettin' down in the club   At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club   Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug      Yo I keep my gun on me, what the fuck y'all want from me?   Y'all touch my property somebody gon' die, uh huh   This ain't no joke, it's for real, my niggas they totin' they steel   All it takes is a phone call and they ready to ride      Eh yo the cards are dealt, the words are spoken   Nigga, welcome to the hell, the gates is open   Gatekeeper, first degree murder through the speaker   Who deep enough to flow with the reaper?      Stuck in the middle, I spit a little riddle   Leavin' niggas crippled, my niggas ball 'em like Kerry Kittles   You niggas makin' it hard, it's really kinda simple   If a nigga gotta pull it out I'm puttin' it in ya temple      Official I do this, rude maneuver   I use the rugers to keep the bullets movin' through ya   Weak anatomy, fuck the small talk and flattery   Ya power is weak, to beef you need much more batteries      Keep it genetic, or dead it, ice water inc we said it   Whoever so-called did it or said it, promote it and spread it   Fake it or front it, get ambushed and confronted   With slugs in ya head, back, chest and stomach      Niggas don't want it or ask for it, so we give it to 'em dead in the club   And let them things spit and rip through 'em dead in the club   Is you gon' fuck around and be the nigga dead in the club?      Eh yo we wyld in da club, style in the club   This is for my niggas gettin' down in the club   At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club   Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug      Yo we wyld in da club, style in the club   This is for my niggas gettin' down in the club   At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club   Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug      Egyptian look, gazelles on, L's lit, this how it's goin' down   Ski mask, channel shit, move like a terrorist click   Nineteen eighties babies, worldwide, ya girl on our dick      All you know is Rae look good, he hood, envision the flips   I make money like them niggas who take money   Fresh out the can, Duran look, astro van   The ill Castro, rap son of Sam      More rugers, more bow and arrows still no losers   Forty five dollars ahead, I go at niggas shootin' lyrical leads   Stop absorbin', break shit knock that gay shit out ya head      Wyld in da club, style in the club   This is for my niggas gettin' down in the club   At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club   Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug      Yo we wyld in da club, style in the club   This is for my niggas gettin' down in the club   At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club   Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug