Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Frozen , by - Wu-Tang Clan. Release date: 12.10.2017
Song language: English
Frozen |
| 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 |
| 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 pursuit, 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? |