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iceberg slim - mike shabb lyrics

[intro]
strrllllllding*ding*ding

[verse]
i’ll take the jesus piece off a n*gga neck
send him to h*ll, b*tch, i do not tolerate disrespect
package didn’t come through, had to intercept (yeah)
we made a right then made a left, and then we jet
nowadays watch how you move, you better come correct
police on our ass like they tryna make an arrest
excuse my young n*gga for making a mess
y’all kept sneak dissing, now y’all made him upset
y’all made him a thrеat
we come through the back whilе you laying in bed
top shotta, slid in the room, put eight in his head
it’s animosity in the air like will and jada was here
my crodie spin the block like the musical chair
these n*ggas my sons, i’m head honcho
montreal n*ggas still wearing fake ferragammo’s
we split your head out your face, then inside, pablo picasso
young shabbo, basquiat, andy warhol
the only zaza i smoke, got a barcode
lung smackin’ black, and my lungs darker than charcoal
asthmatic rapper with the pump, yo
cash out i’m [?] again for my unc, yo
my daddy gone, word to moms, yo
i write my life on these songs, yo
free my n*ggas locked up with no bond, yo
i’m iceberg slim with the black mask
i’m the real trick baby, n*gga
half*half you looking for some n*ggas like, ask shabb
448 on the scale, we go through fat bags
that’s word to my lil’ dude
still servin’ n*ggas dark like it’s ’82
[outro]
y’all n*ggas must not know what time it is
y’all n*ggas must not know what era we in, m*th*f*ckas
y’all n*ggas must be deaf or blind to think the real is not coming back
y’all must be smoking crack
or [?] sniffing coke
i don’t know what y’all doing
i don’t wanna know, but just know
young shabbo, n*gga

[skit]
our guest masquerades under the name of iceberg slim
many of you remember his story of his days as a procurer
his prison confinements included solitary in what he called a steel casket
now he leads a respectable family life
iceberg slim has gone straight, and for this reason, he continues to hide his identity
he returns now to tell us about the most incredible con man he ever knew
a blonde*haired, blue*eyed negro called white folks
you’re not putting us on, are you slim?
no, that’s, that’s factual

- mike shabb lyrics

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