want it to be. You're frozen when your heart's not open, you're so consumed with how much you get. You waste your time with hate and regret, you're frozen
sitting without much time May he understand the clock will never rewind Wisen him and sharpen him and give him a motto Hate no more, said he must hate
sitting without much time May he understand the clock will never rewind Wisen him and sharpen him and give him a motto hate no more, said he must hate
is the rule when you do aim Or get in something more sinister You gotta be the finisher, make it so the doctors, they can't replenish him Or bring him
t never been used Thinks she owns half of this town Starts drinking heavy gets a big red nose And she beats her old man with her pantyhose And takes him out and buys him
again Tell me how long has it been Since you've been here? (Since you've been here) You look so different than before But still the person I adore, frozen
, that was for the faggots Motherfuck window shopping, boy, I gotta have it Now my shit be booming all across the atlas Gucci poochi money long, now we call him
I'm telling the truth So knives out Cook him up Squash his head Put him in the pot I want you to know He's not coming back He's bloated and frozen
up to me, your heart don't have to be Frozen, frozen... Frozen, frozen... Just leave it up to me, girl your heart don't have to be Frozen, frozen... [
weight in coal, excreted diamonds everyday He could throw you down a flight of stairs, but you still would love him anyway Yeah, you know you'd love him
bag I look him in the eyes And I say to him "Hey, Eugene Could I get some ketchup for my fries?" Well he looks at me And I look at him And he looks
out of this pickle; you see? [Layzie Bone] They call him Da Bum cause he from the slums Straight from the gutter, gettin his paper while you lookin for him
lookin' for whatever, he can get you what you need, down thugsta with some props nobody never seem to spot him, one day somebody shot him, and the drama
We nah informer Deal with it, don't talk he be about it, 'cause he a G about it I got a problem with a nigga, I go squeeze him out And what the fuck
hustler. [Verse 2:] Deal with it, don?t talk he be about it, cause he a G about it. I got a problem with a nigga, I go squeeze him out. What the fuck
out the gutter, murdered without a question Product of my surroundings, click it clack it and and down him All they know is he missing, but niggaz ain't never found him
I ain't gettin' up early, ain't sittin' outside I've frozen my ass for the very last time Settin' my sights on a brand new kind of prey No sneakin' up
