Frozen

* sound of bomb dropping *

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 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 **** 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?