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Wu-tang Clan

Genres: Hip-Hop

Frozen Lyrics - Wu-tang Clan

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 

 

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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 

 

Photos 

 

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 red tube 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? 

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