Chris Rivers - Frozen lyrics

[Verse 1 – Method Man] Music is life I ain't in to fashion or ice I ain't into chain snatching, ain't into smacking a wife Fan supporting don't never ask him the price If you new you can't afford it, you better asking 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 doing 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 digging 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 [Hook/Chorus – Raekwon & Ghostface k**ah (sample)] Most of us popping pain, selling d** in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a train Rolling Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger Most of us popping pain, selling d** in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a train Rolling Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger [Bridge] And do you know the penalty for that? What penalty? The penalty is d**h and there is no alternative [Verse 2 – k**ah Priest] Color me bad Face emerge, blood in the bath Switchblade, quick raid, d** on the gla** Ugly villains, hunchback, gun for the k**ing Suitcase, FBI plant a bug on the millions Shoot-outs, hang glides on the train ride Mafia's a**a**ins, c**aine's inside Fat man with the pinky ring laughing Moving 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 t--s 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 [Hook/Chorus – Raekwon & Ghostface k**ah (sample)] Most of us popping pain, selling d** in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a train Rolling Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger Most of us popping pain, selling d** in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a train Rolling Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger [Verse 3 – Chris Rivers] Like a Shaolin astounding, pound grounds like mountains Bouncing, be the largest n---a, 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 b---h MCs Earn mine, wouldn't even give you n----s my sympathies Feeling me? Said you feeling me, you n----s feeling E Brave hearted, you leave departed like Hawk's enemies Marvel, marvelous, my art is bliss If you ain't the nicest, you a target, b---h Chris [Interlude] We the first n----s that did that. I don't give a f--k what nobody say Alright bring it back a little bit [Hook/Chorus – Raekwon & Ghostface k**ah (sample)] Most of us popping pain, selling d** in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a train Rolling Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger Most of us popping pain, selling d** in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a train Rolling Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger