Frozen

Wu-Tang & Method Man & Killah Priest & Chris Rivers - Rap, In English
Frozen
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Duration: 4:10
Lyrics
{*sound of bomb dropping*} [Verse 1: Method Man] 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 you do in a 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 ya – 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'all don't live here, then don't visit [Chorus: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] 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 [Bridge] "And do you know the penalty for that?" "What penalty?" "The penalty is death and there is no alternative" [Verse 2: Killah Priest] 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, Nassau Fools wear wires, shooters was hired [Chorus: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] 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 [Verse 3: Chris Rivers] 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 pursuit, I split particles, follicles rift Punches hit with nautical drifts, spark up the spliff Chris Samurai, mesmerized, strikes cleaner than sanitized 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 [Interlude: Mathematics & Method Man] We the first niggas that did that, I don't give a fuck what nobody say Alright, bring it back a little bit [Chorus: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] 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 [Outro] "All this killing, it's quite necessary, it's brutal You deserve to be punished" "Well, I'd like to see you try that" "Enough!" "You think you're just going to walk 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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Credits
- Writers
- Ghostface Killah
- Raekwon
- Method Man
- Killah Priest
- Chris Rivers
- Mathematics