Artist: Ghostface Killah 
Album:  Bulletproof Wallets 
Song:   Ice
Typed by: DocRZA@aol.com 

[Ghostface Killah] 
Yo, 1-2 
Yo, aiyo he said I had fly ankles 
Of course my bangles was star-studded out, "Ice cut it out!" 
Everytime we attend somewhere, you act real terribally 
You shit on niggas too much, you start to worry me 
You switch up, next week you burnt an old lady's retna 
I thought them thick coke-bottle jammies might protect her 
But it didn't pa, the lady's blind and it's all your fault 
It went down to Jury Court and you walked 
On stage, you fuck with niggas faces, +Glaciers+
Hittin' off of Cristal bottles, Bing! wined up in the basement 
Very expensive championship, chipped rocks 
Known for his wedding day, bitches give you props 
Look you tied a knot, understand you hot, you got my man popped 
in the most famous Surah, like when "Paid in Full" dropped 
Waves and blue tops, raise the roof off the coupe 
Them days, the black and red MJ's, I WAS LOOSE!