Текст песни Ice Cold - Bizzy Balboa

Come in your dreams like I'm Krueger
Might need a ruler, I'm running yards on you niggas
I never needed a tutor on the computer
Intelligence never an issue, if so then I'm pressing it with you
Bitch ain't got no tears for a tissue
Take off like a Migo on a missile
Who lost when you dying in the system
Who fault always trying to play victim
Can I ride Lord if I got a ticket
Know betrayal have my mindset smitten
And the drugs have my mind all twisted
Meditate now my faith done thickened
Is it too late or my destiny is written

Whoola, break it, break it, break it down
Coldest nigga back in town

Come in yo' crib like Saint Nick
But we taking all of your shit
And ain't leaving no gifts
Cupholder hold spliffs
All about chips so we bout to lay this bitch down
Bundle up baby
Coldest nigga back up in the town
You the man with your hand on the pistol
Bro love go home and hit your sister
Problems you solve them with issues
Bitch ain't got no tears for a tissue
Take off like a Migo on a missile
Who lost when you dying in the system
Who fault always trying to play victim
Can I ride Lord if I got a ticket
In the stands fighting fans like a Piston
I was lost but my destiny is written

Whoola, break it, break it, break it down
Coldest nigga back in town