Lyrics

*(Intro)*
Yeah…
ICE-MAN in this bitch,
Pyrex pots, wrist game too sick.
Break it down, bag it up, then I flip,
Fiends at the door, gotta serve ‘em real quick.

*(Verse 1)*
Call me ICE-MAN, got the block on freeze,
Cookin’ up glass, got ‘em weak in the knees.
Straight drop, make a dope fiend sneeze,
Pipes full of smoke, they gon’ pay what I need.
Triple beam scale, I ain’t eyeballin' shit,
Pure white crystals, got the city in a grip.
Slide through the trap, pockets thick like a brick,
Junkies at the corner tryna get another fix.

*(Chorus)*
Call me the ICE-MAN, wrist full of snow,
Break it, whip it, let that shit go.
If a rat talk, put a tag on his toe,
I got fiends lined up, they ain’t movin’ too slow.

*(Verse 2)*
Pyrex bubble, make the work do a dance,
Turn one into three, I ain't takin' no chance.
Vacuum-sealed bricks, send 'em out in advance,
Whole hood eatin’, got the plug on demand.
Glass so clean, they be callin' me a chemist,
Test too strong, knock ‘em out in two minutes.
DEA watchin', but they ain’t got no witness,
Case closed, stash spot got no limits.

*(Bridge)*
Too much ice, too much snow,
Too many fiends, too much dough.
Too many packs, too many O's,
I ain't ever goin' broke, bitch, that's on my soul.

*(Chorus)*
Call me the ICE-MAN, wrist full of snow,
Break it, whip it, let that shit go.
If a rat talk, put a tag on his toe,
I got fiends lined up, they ain’t movin’ too slow.

*(Outro)*
Call me the ICE-MAN, straight drop legend,
Junkies hit once, now they callin' every second.
Mile high stacks, got me flexin' like a reverend,
This that real dope talk, ain't no room for confession.