Fire and ice - Will Tell

I’s the invincible. The iron pistol spit, leaving your gristle split

My missile tips goes through your flesh, heating your tissue skin

The general, Genghis Khan, Ivan the Terrible

Petrol Rollies gleam the scene in the emerald

My life flashed. Bulletproof Bentleys with the white dash

The flying coup stuck in the seat, rocking a white rag

The hundred-shot-Calico flow

Me and my go together like guns and ammo

The Puerto Rican Rambo of rap. Hammers’ll clap

I heal my wounds with a hot knife—fuck a hospital staff

I’m a human whirlwind, sit on the Moon and watch the Earth spin

Rocking’ll move Bin Laden’s bulletproof turban

I’s the nicest. I spit with a tongue shaped like an ice stick

I burn rappers in the form of human sacrifices

Watch your crew salute. We holding an Uzi in the movie, dude

We licking shots, grazing your head, bloody your Gucci suit

You better duck, nigga. My lips spit a hundred clips

Part the heavens. The thunder sounds, the Earth spin

The sun’s out, the rains fall

Live or die, yo, we taking it all

Yo, ayyo, fire and ice, money and hoes, bullets and guns

There’s six million ways to die—choose one

Fire and ice, money and hoes, bullets and guns

There’s six million ways to die—choose one

Hey, playboy. How you do that there?

And you don’t want to go against these tools right here

‘Cause I’m a little nigga with a Uz right here

And bullets the size of airplanes that move through air

Then you got these niggas with deals who ain’t got no raps

And in real, real life, he ain’t had no gat

And in real, real life, he ain’t had no crack

Look at this nigga now. He ain’t got no hat

Nigga, you stay played. I’s mouth is like eight grenades

Going off at the same time. My shit is out of your range

You eager to fuck. I must be sweeping you up

And fuck sleeping with your bitch—you gon' sleep with the ducks

‘Cause when I hit shit, I leave it blown

He used to be a little, skinny nigga. After I hit his ass, he looked like Hulk

Hogan

All bubblegoosed—and that was just with the double deuce

Left him looking like a melon

You better duck, nigga. My lips spit a hundred clips

Part the heavens. The thunder sounds, the Earth spin

The sun’s out, the rains fall

Live or die, yo, we taking it all

Yo, ayyo, fire and ice, money and hoes, bullets and guns

There’s six million ways to die—choose one

Fire and ice, money and hoes, bullets and guns

There’s six million ways to die—choose one

I don’t give a fuck no more. Yeah, you heard it

Every day that I’m living is war. Did you want it?

You flicking this on, getting it on. Yeah, my shit is the bomb

Icon, dick thick as an arm. American Me

Fucking with me, nigga, you get a knife up your ass

Nigga, what? Grab your rifle and blast

You flower-petal niggas is mad soft. I’m Jim Duggan

Fuck around and get hacksawed with a chainsaw

My fork gonna poke sides of your brain off

With one bullet. You got a gun? Then, nigga, pull it

To my illing niggas, my up-north, bitter niggas

My, ghetto grimies and Brooklyn niggas

My Bushwick Avenue, Toyota 1.8 niggas

And all my real niggas on the run and holding

Word to my mama duke, I’m the one the apostles pay homage to

I’mma pull your soul out of you like something God’ll do

Fuck you. my weapons is high

I’mma put holes in your drop-top and the rest of your ride

I’mma hit you with the TEC—now your chest in your eyes

I ain’t Biggie but I’m from Brooklyn and I’m Ready to Die

You better duck, nigga. My lips spit a hundred clips

Part the heavens. The thunder sounds, the Earth spin

The sun’s out, the rains fall

Live or die, yo, we taking it all

Yo, ayyo, fire and ice, money and hoes, bullets and guns

There’s six million ways to die—choose one

Fire and ice, money and hoes, bullets and guns

There’s six million ways to die—choose one