CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Freeze Tag
Is it war, or you just speakin 'bout it?
'Cause I ain't with the talk like speech a problem
They'll wake the beast and then they'll sleep about it
Just pray that God forgive me when I free the rider
Cuz it's gon' be some violence, I'm rich
Choppa music to my ear, sound like a violin
I know how to bring 'em out of hiding
Freeze tag, Imma leave him where I find him
n***as asking where he really from but quiet when he come
I been a badass before Billy Gunn, got smoke for anyone
I hear these rappers talking like they killers, but I'm really one
Pull out them pans, then I fry they ass, Uncle Willie son
Ain't no scuffles, pistols in the duffel, bro just give me one
Hand it off, like a tailback, he Ricky if he run
Switch the clip, I replace that b*t*h, like Aunt Vivian
Stand over, a choppa hit your chest, get your titties done
Freeze tag, b*t*h my heart as cold as a keypad
Ski mask, dissing me as dead as a dreamcast
Over-strapped, better hold the cap like your knees bad
Make him pay, he gon' see more n***as shooting than League Pass
Broski got the pump, hop out squeezing, don't even need gas
Ain't no back and forth, hit his top up more than a speed bag
Body bags for everyone with you, your whole team trash
Left it in the past, gave it to them n***as, I'm Steve Nash
'Cause I ain't with the talk like speech a problem
They'll wake the beast and then they'll sleep about it
Just pray that God forgive me when I free the rider
Cuz it's gon' be some violence, I'm rich
Choppa music to my ear, sound like a violin
I know how to bring 'em out of hiding
Freeze tag, Imma leave him where I find him
n***as asking where he really from but quiet when he come
I been a badass before Billy Gunn, got smoke for anyone
I hear these rappers talking like they killers, but I'm really one
Pull out them pans, then I fry they ass, Uncle Willie son
Ain't no scuffles, pistols in the duffel, bro just give me one
Hand it off, like a tailback, he Ricky if he run
Switch the clip, I replace that b*t*h, like Aunt Vivian
Stand over, a choppa hit your chest, get your titties done
Freeze tag, b*t*h my heart as cold as a keypad
Ski mask, dissing me as dead as a dreamcast
Over-strapped, better hold the cap like your knees bad
Make him pay, he gon' see more n***as shooting than League Pass
Broski got the pump, hop out squeezing, don't even need gas
Ain't no back and forth, hit his top up more than a speed bag
Body bags for everyone with you, your whole team trash
Left it in the past, gave it to them n***as, I'm Steve Nash
