Serius Jones - Head ICE vs Serius Jones lyrics

[Round 1: Head ICE] I took you cause you somewhat of a spokesman for all my haters A out-of-town n***a that could be on the couch or in the bed With one of my neighbors He feel he got the scoop, but this ain't ice cream I'll Math this man then hook, on ice cream He thinkin Method Man 'n hook on Ice Cream That's why you been Jerry in the circle n***a, no ice cream So next time you're in your car, tune in I know why cats want to get at you Your records wouldn't ship at a loading dock You a nobody like Robocop SP right only 2 liters like the soda pop S-P-R-I-T-E 2 anyways I volleybal your sh** then go to the Nets game You almost died cause a guy felt her thigh and it wasn't a guess game You be trippin, but staying out of the helicopter route Cause when we be tripping, we be bringing hella coppers out Long choppers, clips like a Harley Davidson seat Give you that loud ride to that place you should be You a fruit loop with nutrition facts Clips ain't spilling milk cause that wasn't the right house He went to squab in the kitchen at You got prostitutes, a Glock to shoot 'Lil white b**h that gives you lots of loot How ironic you promoting that and her ex-boyfriend The promoter is the one who sent you to the hospital He's going to rap about my dick cause he prayed for my incarceration But my (?) is his cousin But you won't hear none of that in the bars he came with f** boy, no day in jail Took myself to the precinct, no Dave Chappelle Cause I got 3 daughters n***a, I ain't take it well But back to the gutter, you grabbed the clippers When Charles Hamilton ran on you like you was getting a haircut And that's the chair you rent out of the shop to make money in Now that was some s**a, sh** When Charles Hamilton said some sh** in his song I ran down on him in the projects elevator like "f** is this?" So when it come down to who would do what When a real man step to them, you and him a f**ing b**h You got no shame, used to be a first ave n***a with no fame m**m n***a who watch Soul Train Grew up to date white women, so plain You got Kevin heart on Soul Plane If I give a bird, man to a young thug I'ma feel a 'lil weezy About the whole thing You asked Lush did he get shot at like you know the shooter When Lush know a shooter that can get you shot at up close and sooner You a body! No peace be with you brother Ahmed Now take these shots! Arm leg a leg a arm head n***a ICE! [Round 1: Serius Jones] You is family Ice Now you old, fresh out of bars, and trying to be in Jones position How ironic cuz You got the swag of everybody's uncle that just came home from prison What up Wolf? They might've heard that terminology But you ain't break it down properly So follow me to the Odyssey, back to the block with me Eighth ave when my moms kicked me out, good thing my aunt a g RIP, shoutout to Fat Cat, Bogod, Dre Solid b That's Wolf, means We Only Love Family, that's the policy So why is he, still throwing the Wolf up, well let's be honest g You been backed up on the pack, let's get all this sh** out This your colonic b See you remember Drew Hamilton projects? 17th floor? I was 17 when you was bagging that raw In that cellophane, when we sell to fiends And I was a nosey kid But he was treating his nose, that's what the homie did See he made that work disappear But you was like the Wizard of Oz and y'all know what a O-Z is It's a “O” so them kilos and biz is felonious Cuz we know Jones is a OG so let's think about how old he is See I tried to help you when you was whipping that white girl Meaning ya girl car Then I took you from a local n***a to a world star And what you do, typical, never stay in tune Wolves don't worry about getting outshined You only howl cuz you jealous of the moon They ask you who you came up with, you never celebrate ya goons See ICE never say no names but catch em in interrogation rooms Aww man, lord knows the G's us You act hard here boy, but you a hardware store, you made them keys up He said he G checked T-Rex, please bruh See Ice box but when it comes to them treys/trays he freeze up It's aight you know what I'm saying I do this cuz I got the cheat code You about to get 84 gram'd, 3-0's, lets go… [Round 2: Head ICE] s** my dick! Straight like that You don't gotta make no funny sounds to get punched in yo face like that We not in the United States, and you don't know Drake like that So after this battle if I decide to rob you You don't know where the precinct is, so I ain't stressin a case like that n***a I let you taste a bat, or a chrome nozzle Beat you with the back of a screw driver I n front of a bus full of kids and they school driver Tell Tashim I miss her head But if she ever play with me again I'ma send you her body But it's gon miss her head Man miss me with irrelevant fake sh**, I don't take sh** Including p**y, I wipe my a** and doo doo mush em Cuz to us it's no clue you p**y You almost got yourself k**ed in a fight scene in ya own movie You ya own groupie I make you choke yourself with ya own j**elry b**h n***a, Casino style You and ya brother in a ditch n***a Math punched you in ya face And had you wandering around like the eye on ya cousin that's a… I need to see paper work You riding around in a Benz like you a go getter Promoting you got hoes and you a ho n***a I get ya car washed and bullets will run through yo chest like these gold diggers You a act who play it well Have you in that black raised from cells Cuz the first gat I raised was a gauge at the age of 12 What happened to you being m**m? Newspapers and bean pies It's nothing ludicrous; they all knew you would pork out when it's beef time Gun under the shoulder like deodorant balls You hear rapid barks like a Doberman dog Then more barks like the owner ain't home Now you know that I'm a pet lover The Desert Eagle will leave you but the Hawk'll be ya step brother Step brotha, bloaw! Stepbrothers, cuz I give you all pops like step mothers Ice will wet a n***a, you wanna buck it? Challenge This silver will be under a star like it run with Dallas Ask Tony Romo or any other street hooker or f*g that know he h*mo And you'll see how much power behind these punches Like watching boxing slo-mo I should ox ya throat tho! ICE! n***a! [Round 2: Serius Jones] I know he got a voice like he still Sumos But it's funny to me cuz I know the real you tho And dog is an old cartoon that ain't been on in years But y'all feel Pluto See I been getting chicken and spinach since a squint in my Pop-eyes You can't do me greasy cuz I live oil but I still blew tho See you a half steppin back stabbing n***a acting Big Daddy Kane That's why I'm able to k** you bro See you sneaky though, like grimey in a bad way You yell a lot but you never smoked nobody So don't be a menace when I use you as an ashtray See you the type to give the little homie the pump And then you gas em, petroleum and told em to dump But I'm like damn wolf why you ga**ed the lil homie to smoke em? He like “nah I told that n***a to stop holding the blunt” My n***a you petty, Reggie and two start telly smelly Never ready teddy, yeah you pender in the gra**, just a Rob Kelly Fruity, heard you using stems not the one from cherries Yeah you got that Keisha but you buns, not the one from Belly Chicken felonies, it's weird charges, you can't even tell what they mean See I'm the bear and you the deer in this here forest, no hook I'll AR-AB through ya bars like Kareem See they thought the swag was you Nah it's just what comes with 8th avenue Ironic I used to watch you baggin up d** Now you getting drug while I'm baggin you See you couldn't be the plug So you found a public outlet like ya phone died For years you've been crying for me to peel ya onion So I'ma cut you thick, the long kind Do you greasy til ya skin starts to bubble and the foam rise Yeah that's how I'ma cook you Since you claim you love her, love her home fries You said out ya mouth on camera “Pat Stay so big When I was in the elevator without a weapon I felt threatened” On camera, I said “Head stop b**hing!” Then you told K-Shine “real k**ers can tell by the leg twitch” No n***a, real k**ers keep shooting till the leg stop twitching Yeah it's alright though, I know how you said step brother Cuz you 40 and still live with ya moms and you a pet lover? What does that mean? I ain't even gon go off the head on you I'ma keep it cuz you said ya moms dead so it's dead on you [Round 3: Head ICE] Foolio! Now y'all see the difference between me and stupido Making songs for the money but got famous off of beats without a studio Speaking of studio, that's your apartment size Ya closet a port-a-potty You can't flush sh**, just give me all you can find I tell my n***as Search all the Gucci, Jordan and Prada shoeboxes in the bathroom Give me yo keys n***a, here search the car Cuz them 4 doors and that trunk is the last rooms All I heard was “I found it” I'm like “Cash? Drugs?” They like “Both! And the coats hanging over the bath tub” You a walking fake chain, every j**eler make you I said you'll walk in, fake, chain, every j** will make you You got ya style from the lost and found, you ain't schooling n***as I could rent out my pad, I'm so super n***a If I swoop a n***a, over his head, Campbells can You lookin for souper n***a? Man to man At my lowest lane you in an ambulance I told you I was gon bar you, liquor shot After this I'ma bar you, lick a shot My boot-leg will run you out of the tenement spot My bootleg run Serius out the tenement spot Bars! The same one Bishop thought He could save Blizzard from that owner pistol You don't own a pistol, now see these will burn through your tracks That's how I get on it with you Line for line I'm dancing around em, no Soul Train Cuz if I give a bird man to a Young Thug I'ma feel a Lil Weezy About the whole thang I let apes peel, ooooh baby, if you owed me a meal I'll be dead or a serial k**er who got locked, worked out Got so swole in the cage, I'll really know how apes feel But I k** 8 family members and we even Wanna know how we straight? Build After every murder there's a family gathering plate So f** how my message taste, that's 8 mills/meals Jones in the wrong mission, this ain't Indiana In the end he Anna, Nicole Smith OJ, they gon lock you up for stealing ya own sh** I give em the whole brick, y'all thinking 4 quarter kilos In this house he fall asleep though for being a rat with a peephole You Pookie belt Take this n***a outside and k** him 3 times You get the same murder Pookie felt All you see is 3 9's n***a, like the price of a teddy bear in a gift shop I'll let this go (Disco) in the club like the latest hip-hop On that note, I don't know who you wanna be, Cat Daddy I'm mad you related to any of my sons, Cat Daddy That's his cousin, you heard him, Cat, Dre, Solid, you heard em ICE n***a… [Round 3: Serius Jones] That was aight n***a But from the audience response the hottest bar you ever said here was “ICE ni**a” You out here swaggin, but ya watch is falling off so how's that real gold? You in ya last round admitting you n***as rush cribs then steal clothes For the fans that don't understand, it's incredible to expectation Cuz in America it's less debating But if you a rapper or a street n***a getting money The one thing you can't afford is a federal investigation Cuz just behind bars they pursuing n***as n***as acting like they with the sh**s but in they raps suing n***as See I'm from Jersey, sure (Shore) You can get found in a Surf just for (Tsu) suing n***as I was like born with no arms, it's like I got a body on my hands See the guns I wave so big, Tsunami be like “Damn” See you out of pocket, scrambling in the red zone I made you think you made a play on me, b Then I knock him out soon as he touch down You know what that is? A KO-TD Bars, when beef shells crack off easy But at my peak I'm the guy yo, Taco style And if I dip and then chip you, you gon here that just bitter nacho sound See I never got beat up, I got snuffed But you give the game a black eye for having Ice around See I could've got a lump sum for Blackout But you know when you put Ice on the knot goes down You not a rapper, you a cancerous teacher But you probably have a problem (Heisenberg?) Now you on that Meth and can't protect ya neck, I know you god (U-God) You was probably on YouTube Inspecting the Deck But you know I'll cap a don (Capadonna) But I got 36 Chambers to shoot at you through And since you wanting to bring up Math I'm just showing you the damage I could do with a Wu/Woo They do pull-ups on my bars, this is lyrical exercise If you wanna call this man a kin (mannequin) Then we need to address my Ex Her size will have you rollin like X When I mark the spot I make em exercise You giving work out the shop for hoes I'm so lazy I never even ask my ex her size See Ill Will Jamaican called me and said, “you wan rap with Ice?” Make him smell the blade and get the accent right” I said “hold up, cuz I don't even use accents” right And he said “no you see the axe that you use for Lyt Well use the same axe ‘pon Ice And then make him smell the blade so him can get the axe scent right”