Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cold As Ice , by - M.O.P.. Release date: 09.10.2000
Song language: English
Cold As Ice |
| Colllld. |
| asss. |
| iiiiice; |
| you know that you are |
| Colllld. |
| asss. |
| iiiiice; |
| you’re cold as ice to me! |
| Colllld. |
| asss. |
| iiiiice. |
| Yeah, hahahahaha, OHHHHH SHIT! |
| YEAH! |
| Word the fuck UP! |
| You’re ICE! |
| First Family |
| I’d like to welcome motherfuckers to the back of the mind of Bill |
| See I’m for real |
| When deliverin these M.O.P. |
| tactics, I’ll bury you bastards |
| I custom make caskets |
| The B.G. |
| (told ya nigga) the Y.G. |
| (soldier nigga) |
| Even the O.G. |
| (cobra nigga) told ya nigga |
| I may come, with my gun in my hand |
| to make sure you motherfuckers understand |
| Pardon me! |
| How the fuck you gon’start with me? |
| I’m a heavyweight in this game, you just spar with me You get laced down, from your face down, drop your shit |
| Niggaz thought M.O.P. |
| stand for mop and shit |
| Don’t don’t DON’T, get it twisted |
| I told you that we top of the line designed realistic |
| For instance, MASH OUT POSSE |
| will come through and clear yo’ass out |
| dump and air yo’ass out, CHUMP, we cold |
| That’s right! |
| SHO’NUFF! |
| Yeah! |
| COME ON! |
| First Family |
| A predicate gun buster, I passed all classes |
| One of the fastest at blastin flashes (BURNT) |
| You seen my work, you know my steez |
| It’s a slim chance that I’ma hesitate to squeeze, please |
| Money never made me (no) money never played me (NO NO) |
| . |
| and Money bet’not make (?) or I break his ass |
| Subtract his ass when I step through his hood |
| Fuck droppin you, I’m into stoppin you for good |
| Stop him if you could |
| And you’ll be, stiff as a log in a suit lookin nice |
| Youse a sinner nigga |
| But you ain’t cold enough to freeze hot slugs when they run up in ya |
| You ain’t in my class nigga, I’m the last nigga |
| You gon’fuck around and get blast, sucka ass nigga |
| The soul survivor, survivor sole |
| Nigga you roll, and I roll, let’s stroll |
| I told you that I’m cold! |
| Yeah! |
| Yeah! |
| Yo I terrorize guys (EXERCISE) street formulas |
| At hip-hop shows, cause pandemonium |
| Shit, I ain’t concerned until it’s my turn |
| I snatch a mic jump on the stage and show my ass like Howard Stern |
| But not in that form (hell nah) I perform |
| lyrical heatwaves, that’ll keep your brain warm |
| But when it’s on, you fuck around and get ripped up or get placed in a bodybag, with that ass zipped up Toe tag 'em! |
| GOT HIM! |
| Even ballistics won’t be able to tell, how the fo'-fo'ragged him |
| Dragged him, halfway down the block |
| Now you know where a nigga go when a nigga close a nigga shop |
| Fuck you! |
| Tell me somethin new |
| On behalf of the First Family staff, and homicide crews |
| in control — REAL NIGGAZ WON’T FOLD |
| I told you we were cold |
| Yeah! |
| WHAT UP? |
| Yeah |