Iceberg Slim

[Intro]
Strrllllllding-ding-ding

[Verse]
I'll take the Jesus piece off a nigga neck
Send him to hell, bitch, 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 nigga 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 niggas my sons, I'm head honcho
Montreal niggas 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 niggas locked up with no bond, yo
I'm Iceberg Slim with the black mask
I'm the real Trick Baby, nigga
Half-half you looking for some niggas like, ask Shabb
448 on the scale, we go through fat bags
That's word to my lil' dude
Still servin' niggas dark like it's '82

[Outro]
Y'all niggas must not know what time it is
Y'all niggas must not know what era we in, muthafuckas
Y'all niggas 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, nigga

[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