Letras Fire and Ice - Will Tell

Fire and Ice

I’s the invincible. The iron pistol spit, leaving your gristle split\nMy missile tips goes through your flesh, heating your tissue skin\nThe general, Genghis Khan, Ivan the Terrible\nPetrol Rollies gleam the scene in the emerald\nMy life flashed. Bulletproof Bentleys with the white dash\nThe flying coup stuck in the seat, rocking a white rag\nThe hundred-shot-Calico flow\nMe and my go together like guns and ammo\nThe Puerto Rican Rambo of rap. Hammers’ll clap\nI heal my wounds with a hot knife—fuck a hospital staff\nI’m a human whirlwind, sit on the Moon and watch the Earth spin\nRocking’ll move Bin Laden’s bulletproof turban\nI’s the nicest. I spit with a tongue shaped like an ice stick\nI burn rappers in the form of human sacrifices\nWatch your crew salute. We holding an Uzi in the movie, dude\nWe licking shots, grazing your head, bloody your Gucci suit\nYou better duck, nigga. My lips spit a hundred clips\nPart the heavens. The thunder sounds, the Earth spin\nThe sun’s out, the rains fall\nLive or die, yo, we taking it all\nYo, ayyo, fire and ice, money and hoes, bullets and guns\nThere’s six million ways to die—choose one\nFire and ice, money and hoes, bullets and guns\nThere’s six million ways to die—choose one\nHey, playboy. How you do that there?\nAnd you don’t want to go against these tools right here\n‘Cause I’m a little nigga with a Uz right here\nAnd bullets the size of airplanes that move through air\nThen you got these niggas with deals who ain’t got no raps\nAnd in real, real life, he ain’t had no gat\nAnd in real, real life, he ain’t had no crack\nLook at this nigga now. He ain’t got no hat\nNigga, you stay played. I’s mouth is like eight grenades\nGoing off at the same time. My shit is out of your range\nYou eager to fuck. I must be sweeping you up\nAnd fuck sleeping with your bitch—you gon' sleep with the ducks\n‘Cause when I hit shit, I leave it blown\nHe used to be a little, skinny nigga. After I hit his ass, he looked like Hulk\nHogan\nAll bubblegoosed—and that was just with the double deuce\nLeft him looking like a melon\nYou better duck, nigga. My lips spit a hundred clips\nPart the heavens. The thunder sounds, the Earth spin\nThe sun’s out, the rains fall\nLive or die, yo, we taking it all\nYo, ayyo, fire and ice, money and hoes, bullets and guns\nThere’s six million ways to die—choose one\nFire and ice, money and hoes, bullets and guns\nThere’s six million ways to die—choose one\nI don’t give a fuck no more. Yeah, you heard it\nEvery day that I’m living is war. Did you want it?\nYou flicking this on, getting it on. Yeah, my shit is the bomb\nIcon, dick thick as an arm. American Me\nFucking with me, nigga, you get a knife up your ass\nNigga, what? Grab your rifle and blast\nYou flower-petal niggas is mad soft. I’m Jim Duggan\nFuck around and get hacksawed with a chainsaw\nMy fork gonna poke sides of your brain off\nWith one bullet. You got a gun? Then, nigga, pull it\nTo my illing niggas, my up-north, bitter niggas\nMy, ghetto grimies and Brooklyn niggas\nMy Bushwick Avenue, Toyota 1.8 niggas\nAnd all my real niggas on the run and holding\nWord to my mama duke, I’m the one the apostles pay homage to\nI’mma pull your soul out of you like something God’ll do\nFuck you. my weapons is high\nI’mma put holes in your drop-top and the rest of your ride\nI’mma hit you with the TEC—now your chest in your eyes\nI ain’t Biggie but I’m from Brooklyn and I’m Ready to Die\nYou better duck, nigga. My lips spit a hundred clips\nPart the heavens. The thunder sounds, the Earth spin\nThe sun’s out, the rains fall\nLive or die, yo, we taking it all\nYo, ayyo, fire and ice, money and hoes, bullets and guns\nThere’s six million ways to die—choose one\nFire and ice, money and hoes, bullets and guns\nThere’s six million ways to die—choose one