Lyrics Montana Of 300 – 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

Niggas 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 bitch, like Aunt Vivian
Stand over, a choppa hit your chest, get your titties done
Freeze tag, bitch 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 niggas 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 niggas, I’m Steve Nash

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

Face down, or caved in
When I slide it ain’t no playground, I’m waving
Got that choppa singing hello, then goodbye
Goofy nigga pick potatos, you’re french fries to me, nigga
Titty squeezer, AR, meet cleaver
For any reason, face off, Johnny Cena
Spark it up, I’m a tweaker, won’t wake up if you asleep, boy
How I come through like a monster cooking pasta, mamma mia
We can’t coincide, niggas know to go inside
Seeking, we gon’ find him, when we do then you gon’ die
Put you on that screen, no XBOX when we go live, bitch
We don’t play them games, we red-shirting the whole squad
Choppa take shit out of context, leave you tongue-less
Bitch I keep a spitter on my side, like I’m Funk Flex
Early morning watch your sun set, heaven comes next
No I ain’t lying when I confess, what this drum said

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