Frozen (feat. Method Man, Killa Priest and Chris Rivers)

Lyrics

Music is life I ain't in to fashion or ice
 I ain't into chain snatchin', ain't into smackin' a wife
 Fan supportin' don't never ask him the price
 If you new you can't afford it, you better askin' advice
 Stick to the point if I ever had me a knife
 Y'all gas better hope I don't ever have me a light
 Meth, not the type for doin' the pipe
 But the type when you feel it you know I'm doing it right
 You know I spit it but hate to love to admit it
 They criticizing the lyrics, guess everybody's a critic, look
 I push the limit while rappers is pushing gimmicks
 I use it to push my pen and then add it to the premise hook
 Yah, still talk about it and I still live it
 Underground without a shovel and still diggin'
 It's always been about the struggle, y'all just didn't get it
 My hood trouble, if y'al don't live here then don't visit
 Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
 I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
 Make money, maintain and build me a train
 Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
 Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
 I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
 Make money, maintain and build me a train
 Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
 And do you know the penalty for that?
 What penalty?
 The penalty is death and there is no alternative
 Color me bad
 Face emerge, blood in the bath
 Switchblade, quick raid, drugs on the glass
 Ugly villains, hunchback, gun for the killin'
 Suitcase, FBI plant a bug on the millions
 Shoot-outs, hang glides on the train ride
 Mafia's assassins, cocaine's inside
 Fat man with the pinky ring laughin'
 Movin' the static through traffic
 The hoss, boss called The Dragon
 His head's bald, enemies are mauled
 His hands are claws, cigar's lit, targets are hit
 His broad is fit with the largest tits
 Through the fog, they sit
 Helicopters over Nicaragua
 Scuba divers dig for lobster
 The zoo are tigers, pits, and jaguars
 The bets, NASCAR
 Threats, Nasaw
 Fools wear wires, shooters was hired
 Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
 I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
 Make money, maintain and build me a train
 Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
 Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
 I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
 Make money, maintain and build me a train
 Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
 Like a Shaolin astoundin', pound grounds like mountains
 Bouncin', be the largest nigga, pounds and ounces
 Well-rounded like cursive, my verses birth inertia
 Converge and surge, hurt and burn ya
 Philosophical, spit prodigal, son quantical
 Known to bust a clip and swift kick right at your opticals
 In a hot red tube I split particles, follicles rift
 Punches hit with nautical drifts, spark up the spliff
 Chris Samurai, mesmerized, strikes cleaner than sanitize
 You fantasize, real, couldn't show it more if I pantomime
 Bronx symphony, stomp lyrically, chomp bitch MCs
 Earn mine, wouldn't even give you niggas my sympathies
 Feelin' me? Said you feelin' me, you niggas feelin' heat
 Brave hearted, you leave departed like Hawk's enemies
 Marvel, marvelous, my art is bliss
 If you ain't the nicest, you a target, bitch
 Chris
 We the first niggas that did that.
 I don't give a fuck what nobody say
 Alright bring it back a little bit
 Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
 I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
 Make money, maintain and build me a train
 Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
 Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
 I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
 Make money, maintain and build me a train
 Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
 Are you kidding? I don't necce? it's brutal.
 You deserve to be punished
 Well, I'd like to see you try that
 You think this is going to work out? It isn't going to be quite so easy.
 He who kills will be killed.
 Those who kill will have to be killed
 Wh-what now?

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Song Details

Duration
04:09
Key
8
Tempo
90 BPM

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