I'm born to be a sinner As I move through these evil New York streets Like grease and some kids get caught up All up in the crime rate Couldn't hold your nine
roof tryna blast at you See me in the six coupe, twins engine Skiddin, murder scene left, God ridden New guns, old guns, need to test those I burn, baby, burn
solve it Check out the hook while D. Shay revolves it Ice, Ice, baby Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby Vanilla Ice
this ain't n b high You niggas ain't got no balls and won't die I'm a certified killer, with *stock in the game* Burn marks on my hands from the glocks
a rush to stay behind Bum bit, I spit the flames til the mic's set afire I'm a fighter not a crier, don't care who you hire Kill your street team, burn
by the ice, and the savage way of life To no vale, niggas get money in small scales Start smokin, like they don't know crack kills A freak nigga, got
chrome rims reflect The hate in your face as you see em spinnin' MC's are screamin', "No mo' shoutouts" through nine innin's I'm drama, like two baby
are real this aint N B HIGH You niggas aint got no balls and won't die I'm a certified killer, with *Stock in the Game* Burn marks on my hands from the
or bump ya You getting money? I can't get none with ya then fuck ya I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I I'm the type that'll kill your connect
ya You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I. I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke
I hope you die And burn my body so I wont attract flies In the casket where I lie In my eye's a look of terror, cold as ice So what if I slit my wrist
I hope you die In the casket where I lie And burn my body so I wont attract flies In my eye's a look of terror, cold as ice So what if I slit my wrist
fortress Flashback freeze, shatter in the sweater three keys Myer Lans' stance, Don Steez Chorus: Raekwon Yo, take time out, hold your nine out Polly
Bill. Ice, white ice, like a winding-sheet, sheathing each smoke-grimed wall; Ice on the stove-pipe, ice on the bed, ice gleaming over all; Sparkling ice
in the fortress Flashback freeze, shatter in the sweater three keys Myer Lans' stance, Don Steez [Chorus: Raekwon] Yo, take time out, hold your nine
Make the sound man stage dive I cut fat cats to eight lives With my eight ball lines I'm home 'fore I'm done with all nine Got you shook like a fault
, Yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla