Wu-Syndicate - Ice Age

[Intro: Myalansky, (Joe Mafia)]
Yo, son gimme some play on this release of Slot Time, son
(Aight, son, it's all Wu)
Gimme some play, man, it's cold world right now
(It's real out here man, word up)
Icy, (ice, ice, ice
It's fridget out here God)
Grab your coat! (Word)

[Chorus: Napoleon]
It's the modern day Ice Age
The world's frozen, turned front page
Cats with icy bloodstreams in the rage
Thirty-two degrees below poverty, feds drug raid
and lock you in a cage where it's cold, the Ice Age

Peace to freed jail cats come home, now they cop ranges
Hand to hand shoot outs with mack, new on the block stranger
Caught up in VA, New York language
Miami niggas had these projects locked till the knox raided
Holdin ball, paint job, the top flavor
What up my nigga? Rock the gold teeth grill, bally some dark suede gear
Twenty dollar bill mixed with speed ball
Teen team burn, finger firey red, makin the king fall
Incarceration, as an incarconsist is your education
150 gats...(more)

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