Texty:
Ice Nine Kills Other

Well the streets can't get much darker As I step into my car driving east I'm trying to calm myself until I know where you are Cause my mind makes up

deck I'm not the nigga you should step to like a sucker Walk up talkin' shit, you best to be a good ducker Your posse best to run from my gun Keep my nine off safety, and E holds the other

I spark an L to a sunset meditatin Ill thoughts got my heart racin, chest with a mason Same blocks, ATF rush spots cats bubble humbly I'm hungry, Killa

kill I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone Projects, infested with rats cats and crack homes Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'

So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die Look deep into the eyes of a killer smokin', fry One nigga you can't fuck wit 'Cause I'm a born killer

with the pigs and them other nigs When the cow jump over the moon, everybody jump Jump Jump Jump Now little Boy Blue is up front With the nine millimeter

rather catch us with guns and white powder If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me Since I'm young, they consider me the enemy They kill ten of

morgue Because you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady In other words, you're half-steppin' Tiptoein', get goin', because my weapon Is not a nine

what ever happened before, I'm what's happenin' now Now gangstas live, gangstas die, grab ya guns, soldiers ride (Show discipline nigga) Kill ya moms, kill ya pops, kill ya seed, kill