' you I'm missin' you, I'm missin' you Hey, I miss your love, girl I miss, I miss your love I miss your love, girl I miss, I miss your love Hey, I miss
Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine I got bars, sentencin' I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt And I'll kick that ho, punt Forced
But when there's a real fight You find out that Your I'ma do it eyes, I'ma do it eyes No, you ain't, man No, you ain't come A brother think you've got
and purrs like a cat I got a bitch that runs, I got a bitch that walks I got a bitch that yells, I got a bitch who talks I got a bitch that's dirty,
walks softly but she carries a big gun The most venomous feminist homie, she ain't soft You give her trouble then she might cut your head off Or something that you like
motherfuckin' life? Bitch, you don't even know who the fuck you are You talkin' about you don't like rap, you don't like how I dress Yo, fuck you and pops, I
you on the floor like a maniac That's your question? Well I'ma answer that I'm on the mic tonight I'm here to do it right Ice, the capital T, airtight
were girls I love ladies Yeah I think it's time that I tell the truth I been dissin' females since my early youth But you know that's a drag and there
' 'bout, friend? Sayin' I went out, but you ain't never been in I got R E S P E C T in the industry That's somethin' that you'll never see I ain't new to this, I ain't
't give love and you won't get loved You don't push and you won't get shoved No joke, I ain't here to laugh I ain't here to cry, but every night of the
get hurt I'm crazy mad but my fans want autographs I turn my angry frowns into fake laughs I can't be rude 'cause they wouldn't understand I ain't human
the studio so why I'ma name ya? I'm lookin' right at ya, an' y'all know I ain't even got to tell y'all Y'all are players, peace out to my Manager George I
Yeah, this is goin' out to all those muthafuckas That like to use the word 'gangster' Although I am the O.G. I'm representin' that hustlin' game To the
the mic with my own sound So I tried to write rhymes somethin' like them My boys said, ?That ain't you Ice? That shit sounds like them so I sat back thought
that's the plan and I don't understand God damn you got me sinkin' in quicksand But since I don't know and I ain't never learned I gotta get paid, I
gunsmoke I'm bustin' off another lyrical nightmare Parents hate the ice, you think that I care? Well, I don't give a fuck 'cause I rhyme tough Drop science
she moved in next to me This woman spelled out ecstacy Said, "I've seen on the movies and TV I love your records, but I ain't no groupie Just wanna love
I guess I was prepared to live in a vacuum The bedroom the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom I didn't leave home much, didn't like L.A. Didn't have