awakening Frozen in time (pure evil) frozen in time, the dark warrior frozen in time (pure evil) frozen in time the master of doom has been frozen in time
I'm firing's hot, just aim, and rely on the dot [Chorus x2] [Verse 3 - Pharrell] Fifty karat link-link, mad 'cause ya lead kink Me and my bitch is frozen
for the masses Rock for the masses Plastic explosives, ferocious Flashbacks and overdoses Rock for the masses Rock for the masses [mad child] Yo, fire
Iron Men It's hard to believe how niggaz leave with no bag supplying sense Empty cuz my staff is hiring Canine dogs with felonies duck fast when firing
His young brother's clothes, my nephew's food And with that I suppose and with that I froze Now my life is frozen in time behind these iron folds And
draw Okay, always sayin' shit that I mean Pelle Pelle, A-Town nigga gotta come clean [Gangsta Boo] What's up motherfucka what's up Time to get real crunk, time
Bust ya chest wide open And split ya fade nigga And them all frozen Moves from the 'K nigga Turk don't play when it's time to get serious Think, I'm
Bust ya chest wide open And split ya fade nigga And them all frozen Moves from the 'K nigga Turk don't play, when it's time to get serious Think I'm a
-sati fact destiny magnet Where the ebony should of cracked shit ratio tragic Lose sight suit oh mavericks clash at futility pageants I post froze
?) I know about dope, lost my man Lou to the coke Pumping over there off of DeSoto Any nigga who don't know about this I hit ya with the Iron Mike quote
this glacial chamber, Secrets frozen within the timeless vaults of eternity... The throne of the time-lost ice realm, entwined in the mantle of such searing star-born power... This frozen
sayin' shit that I mean Pelle Pelle, A-Town nigga gotta come clean [Gangsta Boo] What's up motherfucka what's up Time to get real crunk, time to tear
pistol my nigga you better draw Okay, always sayin' shit that I mean Pelle Pelle, A-Town nigga gotta come clean What's up motherfucka what's up? Time to get real crunk, time
away Well, could've been on Easy Street Could've been a wheel With irons in the fire And all them business deals But the last of the big time losers
away Could have been on Easy Street, could have been a wheel, With irons in the fire and all them business deals But the last of the big-time losers
rent, his young brother's clothes My nephew's food, and with that I sqooze .. and with that I froze Now my life is frozen in time behind these iron poles
