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Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)\n\nIntro: Ghostface Killer\n\nTommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz\nTommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...\nMira, afrente\nTake a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)\nGet your nostrils clear (yeah)\nCome on, sniff your brains out\nAll my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)\nWho's down with drug smuggling\nCappadonna, Golden Arms\n\nVerse One: Ghostface Killer\n\nYo, yo\nTake out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus\nI know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures\nPeace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers\nHot weather, sex on the beaches\nJury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury,\nPeople saying dem not change, look, truckle me\nBut what about the Wonder Woman bracelet\nTwo-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it\nMy sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin\nBut first hit Maria's, for a butter almond\nThe bionic microphone is stacked mechanic\nMove like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas\nSon, it's on so we can just Maximillion\nI got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion\nThe God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch\nRainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch\nPeace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love\nWho carries switch blades on the red roof\n\nVerse Two: Cappadonna\n\nYo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef\nI politic, show love, crush those who dare creep\nInto my realm of sunshine I praise divine\nFine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind\nHe ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime\nCrossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine\nSippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino\nMastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino\nDevelop while your head be swellin up all for the nation\nBlinded by the ice while I release the confrontation\nDonna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli\nPasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner\nInfrared all inside your bumba rasta\nCappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster\n\nInterlude: Ghostface\n\nYeah, yeah\nEight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz\nQuarters, nickels, and dimes bitch\nExcept for overtime nigga\nAny ass money should be fine\nCause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs\nKeepin shit real\nIf you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga\nLet me tell you this four times\nTony Starks, Raekwon the chef\nCappachino and Golden Arms\nIs comin through mad strong\nFrom the isles of Shaolin\nFor all them faggot ass\nRusty ticket-head bitches too\nShump shump baby\n\nVerse Three: Raekwon the Chef\n\nYo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates\nFlippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes\nIt be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over\nCity niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers\nStay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket\nIn the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep\nCrack bums watch your back for jumps\nCaught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one\nPolitickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans\nEating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans\nThat's life, to top it all off, beef for White\nPulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight\nYo what the fuck was on yo mind?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.23] (Feat. Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)\n[00:01.28] Intro: Ghostface Killer\n[00:02.53] Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz\n[00:06.20] Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...\n[00:10.72] Mira, afrente\n[00:17.93] Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)\n[00:22.48] Get your nostrils clear (yeah)\n[00:25.77] Come on, sniff your brains out\n[00:27.55] All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)\n[00:32.09] Who's down with drug smuggling\n[00:33.83] Cappadonna, Golden Arms\n[00:36.57] Verse One: Ghostface Killer\n[00:37.46] Yo, yo\n[00:38.35] Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus\n[00:40.13] I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures\n[00:43.25] Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers\n[00:46.84] Hot weather, sex on the beaches\n[00:48.60] Jury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury,\n[00:51.36] People saying dem not change, look, truckle me\n[00:54.07] But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet\n[00:55.81] Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it\n[00:59.48] My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin\n[01:02.15] But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond\n[01:04.82] The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic\n[01:07.53] Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas\n[01:10.21] Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion\n[01:12.07] I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion\n[01:14.79] The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch\n[01:17.59] Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch\n[01:20.29] Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love\n[01:23.82] Who carries switch blades on the red roof\n[01:25.63] Verse Two: Cappadonna\n[01:26.58] Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef\n[01:28.35] I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep\n[01:31.94] Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine\n[01:34.60] Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind\n[01:36.49] He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime\n[01:39.12] Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine\n[01:42.08] Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino\n[01:44.95] Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino\n[01:47.62] Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation\n[01:50.31] Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation\n[01:53.02] Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli\n[01:55.79] Pasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner\n[01:59.37] Infrared all inside your bumba rasta\n[02:01.15] Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster\n[02:03.84] Interlude: Ghostface\n[02:05.11] Yeah, yeah\n[02:06.05] Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz\n[02:08.80] Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch\n[02:10.68] Except for overtime nigga\n[02:12.46] Any ass money should be fine\n[02:14.28] Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs\n[02:16.04] Keepin shit real\n[02:16.98] If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga\n[02:19.62] Let me tell you this four times\n[02:21.45] Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef\n[02:23.26] Cappachino and Golden Arms\n[02:25.91] Is comin through mad strong\n[02:27.75] From the isles of Shaolin\n[02:28.65] For all them faggot ass\n[02:29.53] Rusty ticket-head bitches too\n[02:32.28] Shump shump baby\n[02:33.14] Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef\n[02:34.09] Yo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates\n[02:35.82] Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes\n[02:38.54] It be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over\n[02:41.28] City niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers\n[02:43.95] Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket\n[02:46.63] In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep\n[02:49.43] Crack bums watch your back for jumps\n[02:51.28] Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one\n[02:53.95] Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans\n[02:57.55] Eating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans\n[03:00.27] That's life, to top it all off, beef for White\n[03:02.92] Pulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight\n[03:05.61] Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?\n[03:07.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ice Water (feat. 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Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)\n\n  Intro: Ghostface Killer\n\n  Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz\n  Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...\n  Mira, afrente\n  Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)\n  Get your nostrils clear (yeah)\n  Come on, sniff your brains out\n  All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)\n  Who's down with drug smuggling\n  Cappadonna, Golden Arms\n\n  Verse One: Ghostface Killer\n\n  Yo, yo\n  Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus\n  I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures\n  Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers\n  Hot weather, sex on the beaches\n  Jury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury,\n  People saying dem not change, look, truckle me\n  But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet\n  Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it\n  My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin\n  But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond\n  The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic\n  Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas\n  Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion\n  I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion\n  The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch\n  Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch\n  Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love\n  Who carries switch blades on the red roof\n\n  Verse Two: Cappadonna\n\n  Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef\n  I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep\n  Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine\n  Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind\n  He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime\n  Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine\n  Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino\n  Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino\n  Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation\n  Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation\n  Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli\n  Pasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner\n  Infrared all inside your bumba rasta\n  Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster\n\n  Interlude: Ghostface\n\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz\n  Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch\n  Except for overtime nigga\n  Any ass money should be fine\n  Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs\n  Keepin shit real\n  If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga\n  Let me tell you this four times\n  Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef\n  Cappachino and Golden Arms\n  Is comin through mad strong\n  From the isles of Shaolin\n  For all them faggot ass\n  Rusty ticket-head bitches too\n  Shump shump baby\n\n  Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef\n\n  Yo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates\n  Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes\n  It be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over\n  City niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers\n  Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket\n  In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep\n  Crack bums watch your back for jumps\n  Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one\n  Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans\n  Eating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans\n  That's life, to top it all off, beef for White\n  Pulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight\n  Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?\n"},{"id":35424775,"name":"Ice Water feat. 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Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)\n\nIntro: Ghostface Killer\n\nTommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz\nTommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...\nMira, afrente\nTake a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)\nGet your nostrils clear (yeah)\nCome on, sniff your brains out\nAll my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)\nWho's down with drug smuggling\nCappadonna, Golden Arms\n\nVerse One: Ghostface Killer\n\nYo, yo\nTake out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus\nI know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures\nPeace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers\nHot weather, sex on the beaches\nJury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury,\nPeople saying dem not change, look, truckle me\nBut what about the Wonder Woman bracelet\nTwo-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it\nMy sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin\nBut first hit Maria's, for a butter almond\nThe bionic microphone is stacked mechanic\nMove like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas\nSon, it's on so we can just Maximillion\nI got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion\nThe God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch\nRainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch\nPeace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love\nWho carries switch blades on the red roof\n\nVerse Two: Cappadonna\n\nYo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef\nI politic, show love, crush those who dare creep\nInto my realm of sunshine I praise divine\nFine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind\nHe ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime\nCrossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine\nSippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino\nMastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino\nDevelop while your head be swellin up all for the nation\nBlinded by the ice while I release the confrontation\nDonna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli\nPasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner\nInfrared all inside your bumba rasta\nCappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster\n\nInterlude: Ghostface\n\nYeah, yeah\nEight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz\nQuarters, nickels, and dimes bitch\nExcept for overtime nigga\nAny ass money should be fine\nCause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs\nKeepin shit real\nIf you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga\nLet me tell you this four times\nTony Starks, Raekwon the chef\nCappachino and Golden Arms\nIs comin through mad strong\nFrom the isles of Shaolin\nFor all them faggot ass\nRusty ticket-head bitches too\nShump shump baby\n\nVerse Three: Raekwon the Chef\n\nYo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates\nFlippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes\nIt be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over\nCity niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers\nStay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket\nIn the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep\nCrack bums watch your back for jumps\nCaught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one\nPolitickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans\nEating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans\nThat's life, to top it all off, beef for White\nPulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight\nYo what the fuck was on yo mind?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.23] (Feat. Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)\n[00:01.28] Intro: Ghostface Killer\n[00:02.53] Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz\n[00:06.20] Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...\n[00:10.72] Mira, afrente\n[00:17.93] Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)\n[00:22.48] Get your nostrils clear (yeah)\n[00:25.77] Come on, sniff your brains out\n[00:27.55] All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)\n[00:32.09] Who's down with drug smuggling\n[00:33.83] Cappadonna, Golden Arms\n[00:36.57] Verse One: Ghostface Killer\n[00:37.46] Yo, yo\n[00:38.35] Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus\n[00:40.13] I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures\n[00:43.25] Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers\n[00:46.84] Hot weather, sex on the beaches\n[00:48.60] Jury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury,\n[00:51.36] People saying dem not change, look, truckle me\n[00:54.07] But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet\n[00:55.81] Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it\n[00:59.48] My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin\n[01:02.15] But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond\n[01:04.82] The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic\n[01:07.53] Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas\n[01:10.21] Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion\n[01:12.07] I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion\n[01:14.79] The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch\n[01:17.59] Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch\n[01:20.29] Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love\n[01:23.82] Who carries switch blades on the red roof\n[01:25.63] Verse Two: Cappadonna\n[01:26.58] Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef\n[01:28.35] I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep\n[01:31.94] Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine\n[01:34.60] Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind\n[01:36.49] He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime\n[01:39.12] Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine\n[01:42.08] Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino\n[01:44.95] Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino\n[01:47.62] Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation\n[01:50.31] Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation\n[01:53.02] Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli\n[01:55.79] Pasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner\n[01:59.37] Infrared all inside your bumba rasta\n[02:01.15] Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster\n[02:03.84] Interlude: Ghostface\n[02:05.11] Yeah, yeah\n[02:06.05] Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz\n[02:08.80] Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch\n[02:10.68] Except for overtime nigga\n[02:12.46] Any ass money should be fine\n[02:14.28] Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs\n[02:16.04] Keepin shit real\n[02:16.98] If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga\n[02:19.62] Let me tell you this four times\n[02:21.45] Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef\n[02:23.26] Cappachino and Golden Arms\n[02:25.91] Is comin through mad strong\n[02:27.75] From the isles of Shaolin\n[02:28.65] For all them faggot ass\n[02:29.53] Rusty ticket-head bitches too\n[02:32.28] Shump shump baby\n[02:33.14] Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef\n[02:34.09] Yo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates\n[02:35.82] Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes\n[02:38.54] It be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over\n[02:41.28] City niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers\n[02:43.95] Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket\n[02:46.63] In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep\n[02:49.43] Crack bums watch your back for jumps\n[02:51.28] Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one\n[02:53.95] Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans\n[02:57.55] Eating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans\n[03:00.27] That's life, to top it all off, beef for White\n[03:02.92] Pulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight\n[03:05.61] Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?\n[03:07.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ice Water feat. 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Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)\n\n  Intro: Ghostface Killer\n\n  Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz\n  Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...\n  Mira, afrente\n  Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)\n  Get your nostrils clear (yeah)\n  Come on, sniff your brains out\n  All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)\n  Who's down with drug smuggling\n  Cappadonna, Golden Arms\n\n  Verse One: Ghostface Killer\n\n  Yo, yo\n  Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus\n  I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures\n  Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers\n  Hot weather, sex on the beaches\n  Jury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury,\n  People saying dem not change, look, truckle me\n  But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet\n  Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it\n  My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin\n  But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond\n  The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic\n  Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas\n  Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion\n  I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion\n  The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch\n  Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch\n  Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love\n  Who carries switch blades on the red roof\n\n  Verse Two: Cappadonna\n\n  Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef\n  I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep\n  Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine\n  Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind\n  He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime\n  Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine\n  Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino\n  Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino\n  Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation\n  Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation\n  Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli\n  Pasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner\n  Infrared all inside your bumba rasta\n  Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster\n\n  Interlude: Ghostface\n\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz\n  Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch\n  Except for overtime nigga\n  Any ass money should be fine\n  Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs\n  Keepin shit real\n  If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga\n  Let me tell you this four times\n  Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef\n  Cappachino and Golden Arms\n  Is comin through mad strong\n  From the isles of Shaolin\n  For all them faggot ass\n  Rusty ticket-head bitches too\n  Shump shump baby\n\n  Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef\n\n  Yo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates\n  Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes\n  It be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over\n  City niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers\n  Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket\n  In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep\n  Crack bums watch your back for jumps\n  Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one\n  Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans\n  Eating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans\n  That's life, to top it all off, beef for White\n  Pulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight\n  Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?\n"},{"id":2189910,"name":"Ice Water (feat. 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Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)\n\nIntro: Ghostface Killer\n\nTommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz\nTommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...\nMira, afrente\nTake a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)\nGet your nostrils clear (yeah)\nCome on, sniff your brains out\nAll my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)\nWho's down with drug smuggling\nCappadonna, Golden Arms\n\nVerse One: Ghostface Killer\n\nYo, yo\nTake out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus\nI know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures\nPeace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers\nHot weather, sex on the beaches\nJury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury,\nPeople saying dem not change, look, truckle me\nBut what about the Wonder Woman bracelet\nTwo-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it\nMy sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin\nBut first hit Maria's, for a butter almond\nThe bionic microphone is stacked mechanic\nMove like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas\nSon, it's on so we can just Maximillion\nI got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion\nThe God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch\nRainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch\nPeace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love\nWho carries switch blades on the red roof\n\nVerse Two: Cappadonna\n\nYo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef\nI politic, show love, crush those who dare creep\nInto my realm of sunshine I praise divine\nFine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind\nHe ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime\nCrossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine\nSippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino\nMastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino\nDevelop while your head be swellin up all for the nation\nBlinded by the ice while I release the confrontation\nDonna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli\nPasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner\nInfrared all inside your bumba rasta\nCappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster\n\nInterlude: Ghostface\n\nYeah, yeah\nEight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz\nQuarters, nickels, and dimes bitch\nExcept for overtime nigga\nAny ass money should be fine\nCause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs\nKeepin shit real\nIf you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga\nLet me tell you this four times\nTony Starks, Raekwon the chef\nCappachino and Golden Arms\nIs comin through mad strong\nFrom the isles of Shaolin\nFor all them faggot ass\nRusty ticket-head bitches too\nShump shump baby\n\nVerse Three: Raekwon the Chef\n\nYo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates\nFlippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes\nIt be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over\nCity niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers\nStay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket\nIn the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep\nCrack bums watch your back for jumps\nCaught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one\nPolitickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans\nEating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans\nThat's life, to top it all off, beef for White\nPulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight\nYo what the fuck was on yo mind?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.23] (Feat. Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)\n[00:01.28] Intro: Ghostface Killer\n[00:02.53] Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz\n[00:06.20] Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...\n[00:10.72] Mira, afrente\n[00:17.93] Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)\n[00:22.48] Get your nostrils clear (yeah)\n[00:25.77] Come on, sniff your brains out\n[00:27.55] All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)\n[00:32.09] Who's down with drug smuggling\n[00:33.83] Cappadonna, Golden Arms\n[00:36.57] Verse One: Ghostface Killer\n[00:37.46] Yo, yo\n[00:38.35] Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus\n[00:40.13] I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures\n[00:43.25] Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers\n[00:46.84] Hot weather, sex on the beaches\n[00:48.60] Jury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury,\n[00:51.36] People saying dem not change, look, truckle me\n[00:54.07] But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet\n[00:55.81] Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it\n[00:59.48] My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin\n[01:02.15] But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond\n[01:04.82] The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic\n[01:07.53] Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas\n[01:10.21] Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion\n[01:12.07] I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion\n[01:14.79] The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch\n[01:17.59] Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch\n[01:20.29] Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love\n[01:23.82] Who carries switch blades on the red roof\n[01:25.63] Verse Two: Cappadonna\n[01:26.58] Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef\n[01:28.35] I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep\n[01:31.94] Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine\n[01:34.60] Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind\n[01:36.49] He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime\n[01:39.12] Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine\n[01:42.08] Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino\n[01:44.95] Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino\n[01:47.62] Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation\n[01:50.31] Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation\n[01:53.02] Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli\n[01:55.79] Pasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner\n[01:59.37] Infrared all inside your bumba rasta\n[02:01.15] Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster\n[02:03.84] Interlude: Ghostface\n[02:05.11] Yeah, yeah\n[02:06.05] Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz\n[02:08.80] Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch\n[02:10.68] Except for overtime nigga\n[02:12.46] Any ass money should be fine\n[02:14.28] Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs\n[02:16.04] Keepin shit real\n[02:16.98] If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga\n[02:19.62] Let me tell you this four times\n[02:21.45] Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef\n[02:23.26] Cappachino and Golden Arms\n[02:25.91] Is comin through mad strong\n[02:27.75] From the isles of Shaolin\n[02:28.65] For all them faggot ass\n[02:29.53] Rusty ticket-head bitches too\n[02:32.28] Shump shump baby\n[02:33.14] Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef\n[02:34.09] Yo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates\n[02:35.82] Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes\n[02:38.54] It be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over\n[02:41.28] City niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers\n[02:43.95] Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket\n[02:46.63] In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep\n[02:49.43] Crack bums watch your back for jumps\n[02:51.28] Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one\n[02:53.95] Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans\n[02:57.55] Eating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans\n[03:00.27] That's life, to top it all off, beef for White\n[03:02.92] Pulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight\n[03:05.61] Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?\n[03:07.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ice Water (feat. 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Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)\n\n  Intro: Ghostface Killer\n\n  Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz\n  Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...\n  Mira, afrente\n  Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)\n  Get your nostrils clear (yeah)\n  Come on, sniff your brains out\n  All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)\n  Who's down with drug smuggling\n  Cappadonna, Golden Arms\n\n  Verse One: Ghostface Killer\n\n  Yo, yo\n  Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus\n  I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures\n  Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers\n  Hot weather, sex on the beaches\n  Jury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury,\n  People saying dem not change, look, truckle me\n  But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet\n  Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it\n  My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin\n  But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond\n  The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic\n  Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas\n  Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion\n  I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion\n  The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch\n  Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch\n  Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love\n  Who carries switch blades on the red roof\n\n  Verse Two: Cappadonna\n\n  Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef\n  I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep\n  Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine\n  Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind\n  He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime\n  Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine\n  Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino\n  Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino\n  Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation\n  Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation\n  Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli\n  Pasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner\n  Infrared all inside your bumba rasta\n  Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster\n\n  Interlude: Ghostface\n\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz\n  Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch\n  Except for overtime nigga\n  Any ass money should be fine\n  Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs\n  Keepin shit real\n  If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga\n  Let me tell you this four times\n  Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef\n  Cappachino and Golden Arms\n  Is comin through mad strong\n  From the isles of Shaolin\n  For all them faggot ass\n  Rusty ticket-head bitches too\n  Shump shump baby\n\n  Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef\n\n  Yo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates\n  Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes\n  It be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over\n  City niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers\n  Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket\n  In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep\n  Crack bums watch your back for jumps\n  Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one\n  Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans\n  Eating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans\n  That's life, to top it all off, beef for White\n  Pulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight\n  Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?\n"},{"id":19612596,"name":"Ice Water feat. 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Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)\n\nIntro: Ghostface Killer\n\nTommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz\nTommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...\nMira, afrente\nTake a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)\nGet your nostrils clear (yeah)\nCome on, sniff your brains out\nAll my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)\nWho's down with drug smuggling\nCappadonna, Golden Arms\n\nVerse One: Ghostface Killer\n\nYo, yo\nTake out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus\nI know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures\nPeace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers\nHot weather, sex on the beaches\nJury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury,\nPeople saying dem not change, look, truckle me\nBut what about the Wonder Woman bracelet\nTwo-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it\nMy sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin\nBut first hit Maria's, for a butter almond\nThe bionic microphone is stacked mechanic\nMove like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas\nSon, it's on so we can just Maximillion\nI got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion\nThe God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch\nRainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch\nPeace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love\nWho carries switch blades on the red roof\n\nVerse Two: Cappadonna\n\nYo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef\nI politic, show love, crush those who dare creep\nInto my realm of sunshine I praise divine\nFine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind\nHe ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime\nCrossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine\nSippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino\nMastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino\nDevelop while your head be swellin up all for the nation\nBlinded by the ice while I release the confrontation\nDonna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli\nPasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner\nInfrared all inside your bumba rasta\nCappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster\n\nInterlude: Ghostface\n\nYeah, yeah\nEight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz\nQuarters, nickels, and dimes bitch\nExcept for overtime nigga\nAny ass money should be fine\nCause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs\nKeepin shit real\nIf you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga\nLet me tell you this four times\nTony Starks, Raekwon the chef\nCappachino and Golden Arms\nIs comin through mad strong\nFrom the isles of Shaolin\nFor all them faggot ass\nRusty ticket-head bitches too\nShump shump baby\n\nVerse Three: Raekwon the Chef\n\nYo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates\nFlippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes\nIt be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over\nCity niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers\nStay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket\nIn the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep\nCrack bums watch your back for jumps\nCaught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one\nPolitickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans\nEating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans\nThat's life, to top it all off, beef for White\nPulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight\nYo what the fuck was on yo mind?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.23] (Feat. Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)\n[00:01.28] Intro: Ghostface Killer\n[00:02.53] Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz\n[00:06.20] Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...\n[00:10.72] Mira, afrente\n[00:17.93] Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)\n[00:22.48] Get your nostrils clear (yeah)\n[00:25.77] Come on, sniff your brains out\n[00:27.55] All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)\n[00:32.09] Who's down with drug smuggling\n[00:33.83] Cappadonna, Golden Arms\n[00:36.57] Verse One: Ghostface Killer\n[00:37.46] Yo, yo\n[00:38.35] Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus\n[00:40.13] I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures\n[00:43.25] Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers\n[00:46.84] Hot weather, sex on the beaches\n[00:48.60] Jury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury,\n[00:51.36] People saying dem not change, look, truckle me\n[00:54.07] But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet\n[00:55.81] Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it\n[00:59.48] My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin\n[01:02.15] But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond\n[01:04.82] The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic\n[01:07.53] Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas\n[01:10.21] Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion\n[01:12.07] I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion\n[01:14.79] The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch\n[01:17.59] Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch\n[01:20.29] Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love\n[01:23.82] Who carries switch blades on the red roof\n[01:25.63] Verse Two: Cappadonna\n[01:26.58] Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef\n[01:28.35] I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep\n[01:31.94] Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine\n[01:34.60] Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind\n[01:36.49] He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime\n[01:39.12] Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine\n[01:42.08] Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino\n[01:44.95] Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino\n[01:47.62] Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation\n[01:50.31] Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation\n[01:53.02] Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli\n[01:55.79] Pasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner\n[01:59.37] Infrared all inside your bumba rasta\n[02:01.15] Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster\n[02:03.84] Interlude: Ghostface\n[02:05.11] Yeah, yeah\n[02:06.05] Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz\n[02:08.80] Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch\n[02:10.68] Except for overtime nigga\n[02:12.46] Any ass money should be fine\n[02:14.28] Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs\n[02:16.04] Keepin shit real\n[02:16.98] If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga\n[02:19.62] Let me tell you this four times\n[02:21.45] Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef\n[02:23.26] Cappachino and Golden Arms\n[02:25.91] Is comin through mad strong\n[02:27.75] From the isles of Shaolin\n[02:28.65] For all them faggot ass\n[02:29.53] Rusty ticket-head bitches too\n[02:32.28] Shump shump baby\n[02:33.14] Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef\n[02:34.09] Yo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates\n[02:35.82] Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes\n[02:38.54] It be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over\n[02:41.28] City niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers\n[02:43.95] Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket\n[02:46.63] In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep\n[02:49.43] Crack bums watch your back for jumps\n[02:51.28] Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one\n[02:53.95] Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans\n[02:57.55] Eating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans\n[03:00.27] That's life, to top it all off, beef for White\n[03:02.92] Pulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight\n[03:05.61] Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?\n[03:07.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ice Water feat. 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Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)\n\n  Intro: Ghostface Killer\n\n  Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz\n  Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...\n  Mira, afrente\n  Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)\n  Get your nostrils clear (yeah)\n  Come on, sniff your brains out\n  All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)\n  Who's down with drug smuggling\n  Cappadonna, Golden Arms\n\n  Verse One: Ghostface Killer\n\n  Yo, yo\n  Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus\n  I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures\n  Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers\n  Hot weather, sex on the beaches\n  Jury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury,\n  People saying dem not change, look, truckle me\n  But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet\n  Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it\n  My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin\n  But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond\n  The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic\n  Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas\n  Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion\n  I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion\n  The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch\n  Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch\n  Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love\n  Who carries switch blades on the red roof\n\n  Verse Two: Cappadonna\n\n  Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef\n  I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep\n  Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine\n  Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind\n  He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime\n  Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine\n  Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino\n  Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino\n  Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation\n  Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation\n  Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli\n  Pasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner\n  Infrared all inside your bumba rasta\n  Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster\n\n  Interlude: Ghostface\n\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz\n  Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch\n  Except for overtime nigga\n  Any ass money should be fine\n  Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs\n  Keepin shit real\n  If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga\n  Let me tell you this four times\n  Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef\n  Cappachino and Golden Arms\n  Is comin through mad strong\n  From the isles of Shaolin\n  For all them faggot ass\n  Rusty ticket-head bitches too\n  Shump shump baby\n\n  Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef\n\n  Yo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates\n  Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes\n  It be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over\n  City niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers\n  Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket\n  In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep\n  Crack bums watch your back for jumps\n  Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one\n  Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans\n  Eating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans\n  That's life, to top it all off, beef for White\n  Pulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight\n  Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?\n"},{"id":11157246,"name":"Ice Water","trackName":"Ice Water","artistName":"Raekwon feat. Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)\n\nIntro: Ghostface Killer\n\nTommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz\nTommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...\nMira, afrente\nTake a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)\nGet your nostrils clear (yeah)\nCome on, sniff your brains out\nAll my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)\nWho's down with drug smuggling\nCappadonna, Golden Arms\n\nVerse One: Ghostface Killer\n\nYo, yo\nTake out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus\nI know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures\nPeace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers\nHot weather, sex on the beaches\nJury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury,\npeople saying dem not change, look, truckle me\nBut what about the Wonder Woman bracelet\nTwo-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it\nMy sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin\nBut first hit Maria's, for a butter almond\nThe bionic microphone is stacked mechanic\nMove like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas\nSon, it's on so we can just Maximillion\nI got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion\nThe God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch\nRainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch\nPeace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love\nWho carries switch blades on the red roof\n\nVerse Two: Cappadonna\n\nYo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef\nI politic, show love, crush those who dare creep\nInto my realm of sunshine I praise divine\nFine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind\nHe ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime\nCrossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine\nSippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino\nMastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino\nDevelop while your head be swellin up all for the nation\nBlinded by the ice while I release the confrontation\nDonna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli\nPasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner\nInfrared all inside your bumba rasta\nCappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster\n\nInterlude: Ghostface\n\nYeah, yeah\nEight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz\nQuarters, nickels, and dimes bitch\nExcept for overtime nigga\nAny ass money should be fine\nCause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs\nKeepin shit real\nIf you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga\nLet me tell you this four times\nTony Starks, Raekwon the chef\nCappachino and Golden Arms\nIs comin through mad strong\nFrom the isles of Shaolin\nFor all them faggot ass\nRusty ticket-head bitches too\nShump shump baby\n\nVerse Three: Raekwon the Chef\n\nYo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates\nFlippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes\nIt be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over\nCity niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers\nStay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket\nIn the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep\nCrack bums watch your back for jumps\nCaught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one\nPolitickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans\nEating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans\nThat's life, to top it all off, beef for White\nPulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight\nYo what the fuck was on yo mind?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.23] (feat. Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)\n[00:01.28] Intro: Ghostface Killer\n[00:02.53] Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz\n[00:06.20] Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...\n[00:10.72] Mira, afrente\n[00:17.93] Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)\n[00:22.48] Get your nostrils clear (yeah)\n[00:25.77] Come on, sniff your brains out\n[00:27.55] All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)\n[00:32.09] Who's down with drug smuggling\n[00:33.83] Cappadonna, Golden Arms\n[00:36.57] Verse One: Ghostface Killer\n[00:37.46] Yo, yo\n[00:38.35] Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus\n[00:40.13] I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures\n[00:43.25] Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers\n[00:46.84] Hot weather, sex on the beaches\n[00:48.60] Jury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury,\n[00:51.36] people saying dem not change, look, truckle me\n[00:54.07] But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet\n[00:55.81] Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it\n[00:59.48] My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin\n[01:02.15] But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond\n[01:04.82] The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic\n[01:07.53] Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas\n[01:10.21] Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion\n[01:12.07] I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion\n[01:14.79] The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch\n[01:17.59] Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch\n[01:20.29] Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love\n[01:23.82] Who carries switch blades on the red roof\n[01:25.63] Verse Two: Cappadonna\n[01:26.58] Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef\n[01:28.35] I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep\n[01:31.94] Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine\n[01:34.60] Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind\n[01:36.49] He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime\n[01:39.12] Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine\n[01:42.08] Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino\n[01:44.95] Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino\n[01:47.62] Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation\n[01:50.31] Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation\n[01:53.02] Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli\n[01:55.79] Pasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner\n[01:59.37] Infrared all inside your bumba rasta\n[02:01.15] Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster\n[02:03.84] Interlude: Ghostface\n[02:05.11] Yeah, yeah\n[02:06.05] Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz\n[02:08.80] Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch\n[02:10.68] Except for overtime nigga\n[02:12.46] Any ass money should be fine\n[02:14.28] Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs\n[02:16.04] Keepin shit real\n[02:16.98] If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga\n[02:19.62] Let me tell you this four times\n[02:21.45] Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef\n[02:23.26] Cappachino and Golden Arms\n[02:25.91] Is comin through mad strong\n[02:27.75] From the isles of Shaolin\n[02:28.65] For all them faggot ass\n[02:29.53] Rusty ticket-head bitches too\n[02:32.28] Shump shump baby\n[02:33.14] Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef\n[02:34.09] Yo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates\n[02:35.82] Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes\n[02:38.54] It be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over\n[02:41.28] City niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers\n[02:43.95] Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket\n[02:46.63] In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep\n[02:49.43] Crack bums watch your back for jumps\n[02:51.28] Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one\n[02:53.95] Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans\n[02:57.55] Eating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans\n[03:00.27] That's life, to top it all off, beef for White\n[03:02.92] Pulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight\n[03:05.61] Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?\n[03:07.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ice Water\n  artist: Raekwon feat. 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Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)\n\n  Intro: Ghostface Killer\n\n  Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz\n  Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...\n  Mira, afrente\n  Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)\n  Get your nostrils clear (yeah)\n  Come on, sniff your brains out\n  All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)\n  Who's down with drug smuggling\n  Cappadonna, Golden Arms\n\n  Verse One: Ghostface Killer\n\n  Yo, yo\n  Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus\n  I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures\n  Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers\n  Hot weather, sex on the beaches\n  Jury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury,\n  people saying dem not change, look, truckle me\n  But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet\n  Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it\n  My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin\n  But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond\n  The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic\n  Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas\n  Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion\n  I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion\n  The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch\n  Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch\n  Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love\n  Who carries switch blades on the red roof\n\n  Verse Two: Cappadonna\n\n  Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef\n  I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep\n  Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine\n  Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind\n  He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime\n  Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine\n  Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino\n  Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino\n  Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation\n  Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation\n  Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli\n  Pasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner\n  Infrared all inside your bumba rasta\n  Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster\n\n  Interlude: Ghostface\n\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz\n  Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch\n  Except for overtime nigga\n  Any ass money should be fine\n  Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs\n  Keepin shit real\n  If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga\n  Let me tell you this four times\n  Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef\n  Cappachino and Golden Arms\n  Is comin through mad strong\n  From the isles of Shaolin\n  For all them faggot ass\n  Rusty ticket-head bitches too\n  Shump shump baby\n\n  Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef\n\n  Yo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates\n  Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes\n  It be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over\n  City niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers\n  Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket\n  In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep\n  Crack bums watch your back for jumps\n  Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one\n  Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans\n  Eating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans\n  That's life, to top it all off, beef for White\n  Pulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight\n  Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?\n"},{"id":10018254,"name":"Ice Water","trackName":"Ice Water","artistName":"Raekwon feat. Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)\n\nIntro: Ghostface Killer\n\nTommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz\nTommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...\nMira, afrente\nTake a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)\nGet your nostrils clear (yeah)\nCome on, sniff your brains out\nAll my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)\nWho's down with drug smuggling\nCappadonna, Golden Arms\n\nVerse One: Ghostface Killer\n\nYo, yo\nTake out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus\nI know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures\nPeace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers\nHot weather, sex on the beaches\nJury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury,\npeople saying dem not change, look, truckle me\nBut what about the Wonder Woman bracelet\nTwo-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it\nMy sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin\nBut first hit Maria's, for a butter almond\nThe bionic microphone is stacked mechanic\nMove like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas\nSon, it's on so we can just Maximillion\nI got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion\nThe God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch\nRainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch\nPeace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love\nWho carries switch blades on the red roof\n\nVerse Two: Cappadonna\n\nYo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef\nI politic, show love, crush those who dare creep\nInto my realm of sunshine I praise divine\nFine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind\nHe ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime\nCrossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine\nSippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino\nMastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino\nDevelop while your head be swellin up all for the nation\nBlinded by the ice while I release the confrontation\nDonna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli\nPasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner\nInfrared all inside your bumba rasta\nCappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster\n\nInterlude: Ghostface\n\nYeah, yeah\nEight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz\nQuarters, nickels, and dimes bitch\nExcept for overtime nigga\nAny ass money should be fine\nCause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs\nKeepin shit real\nIf you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga\nLet me tell you this four times\nTony Starks, Raekwon the chef\nCappachino and Golden Arms\nIs comin through mad strong\nFrom the isles of Shaolin\nFor all them faggot ass\nRusty ticket-head bitches too\nShump shump baby\n\nVerse Three: Raekwon the Chef\n\nYo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates\nFlippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes\nIt be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over\nCity niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers\nStay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket\nIn the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep\nCrack bums watch your back for jumps\nCaught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one\nPolitickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans\nEating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans\nThat's life, to top it all off, beef for White\nPulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight\nYo what the fuck was on yo mind?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.23] (feat. Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)\n[00:01.28] Intro: Ghostface Killer\n[00:02.53] Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz\n[00:06.20] Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...\n[00:10.72] Mira, afrente\n[00:17.93] Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)\n[00:22.48] Get your nostrils clear (yeah)\n[00:25.77] Come on, sniff your brains out\n[00:27.55] All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)\n[00:32.09] Who's down with drug smuggling\n[00:33.83] Cappadonna, Golden Arms\n[00:36.57] Verse One: Ghostface Killer\n[00:37.46] Yo, yo\n[00:38.35] Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus\n[00:40.13] I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures\n[00:43.25] Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers\n[00:46.84] Hot weather, sex on the beaches\n[00:48.60] Jury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury,\n[00:51.36] people saying dem not change, look, truckle me\n[00:54.07] But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet\n[00:55.81] Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it\n[00:59.48] My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin\n[01:02.15] But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond\n[01:04.82] The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic\n[01:07.53] Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas\n[01:10.21] Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion\n[01:12.07] I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion\n[01:14.79] The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch\n[01:17.59] Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch\n[01:20.29] Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love\n[01:23.82] Who carries switch blades on the red roof\n[01:25.63] Verse Two: Cappadonna\n[01:26.58] Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef\n[01:28.35] I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep\n[01:31.94] Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine\n[01:34.60] Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind\n[01:36.49] He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime\n[01:39.12] Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine\n[01:42.08] Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino\n[01:44.95] Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino\n[01:47.62] Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation\n[01:50.31] Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation\n[01:53.02] Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli\n[01:55.79] Pasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner\n[01:59.37] Infrared all inside your bumba rasta\n[02:01.15] Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster\n[02:03.84] Interlude: Ghostface\n[02:05.11] Yeah, yeah\n[02:06.05] Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz\n[02:08.80] Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch\n[02:10.68] Except for overtime nigga\n[02:12.46] Any ass money should be fine\n[02:14.28] Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs\n[02:16.04] Keepin shit real\n[02:16.98] If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga\n[02:19.62] Let me tell you this four times\n[02:21.45] Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef\n[02:23.26] Cappachino and Golden Arms\n[02:25.91] Is comin through mad strong\n[02:27.75] From the isles of Shaolin\n[02:28.65] For all them faggot ass\n[02:29.53] Rusty ticket-head bitches too\n[02:32.28] Shump shump baby\n[02:33.14] Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef\n[02:34.09] Yo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates\n[02:35.82] Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes\n[02:38.54] It be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over\n[02:41.28] City niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers\n[02:43.95] Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket\n[02:46.63] In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep\n[02:49.43] Crack bums watch your back for jumps\n[02:51.28] Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one\n[02:53.95] Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans\n[02:57.55] Eating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans\n[03:00.27] That's life, to top it all off, beef for White\n[03:02.92] Pulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight\n[03:05.61] Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?\n[03:07.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ice Water\n  artist: Raekwon feat. 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Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)\n\n  Intro: Ghostface Killer\n\n  Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz\n  Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...\n  Mira, afrente\n  Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)\n  Get your nostrils clear (yeah)\n  Come on, sniff your brains out\n  All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)\n  Who's down with drug smuggling\n  Cappadonna, Golden Arms\n\n  Verse One: Ghostface Killer\n\n  Yo, yo\n  Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus\n  I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures\n  Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers\n  Hot weather, sex on the beaches\n  Jury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury,\n  people saying dem not change, look, truckle me\n  But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet\n  Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it\n  My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin\n  But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond\n  The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic\n  Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas\n  Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion\n  I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion\n  The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch\n  Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch\n  Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love\n  Who carries switch blades on the red roof\n\n  Verse Two: Cappadonna\n\n  Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef\n  I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep\n  Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine\n  Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind\n  He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime\n  Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine\n  Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino\n  Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino\n  Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation\n  Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation\n  Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli\n  Pasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner\n  Infrared all inside your bumba rasta\n  Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster\n\n  Interlude: Ghostface\n\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz\n  Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch\n  Except for overtime nigga\n  Any ass money should be fine\n  Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs\n  Keepin shit real\n  If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga\n  Let me tell you this four times\n  Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef\n  Cappachino and Golden Arms\n  Is comin through mad strong\n  From the isles of Shaolin\n  For all them faggot ass\n  Rusty ticket-head bitches too\n  Shump shump baby\n\n  Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef\n\n  Yo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates\n  Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes\n  It be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over\n  City niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers\n  Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket\n  In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep\n  Crack bums watch your back for jumps\n  Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one\n  Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans\n  Eating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans\n  That's life, to top it all off, beef for White\n  Pulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight\n  Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?\n"}]