Cold as Ice - M.O.P.

Colllld.

asss.

iiiiice;

you know that you are

Colllld.

asss.

iiiiice;

you’re cold as ice to me!

Colllld.

asss.

iiiiice.

Yeah, hahahahaha, OHHHHH SHIT!

YEAH!

Word the fuck UP!

You’re ICE!

First Family

I’d like to welcome motherfuckers to the back of the mind of Bill

See I’m for real

When deliverin these M.O.P.

tactics, I’ll bury you bastards

I custom make caskets

The B.G.

(told ya nigga) the Y.G.

(soldier nigga)

Even the O.G.

(cobra nigga) told ya nigga

I may come, with my gun in my hand

to make sure you motherfuckers understand

Pardon me!

How the fuck you gon’start with me?

I’m a heavyweight in this game, you just spar with me You get laced down, from your face down, drop your shit

Niggaz thought M.O.P.

stand for mop and shit

Don’t don’t DON’T, get it twisted

I told you that we top of the line designed realistic

For instance, MASH OUT POSSE

will come through and clear yo’ass out

dump and air yo’ass out, CHUMP, we cold

That’s right!

SHO’NUFF!

Yeah!

COME ON!

First Family

A predicate gun buster, I passed all classes

One of the fastest at blastin flashes (BURNT)

You seen my work, you know my steez

It’s a slim chance that I’ma hesitate to squeeze, please

Money never made me (no) money never played me (NO NO)

.

and Money bet’not make (?) or I break his ass

Subtract his ass when I step through his hood

Fuck droppin you, I’m into stoppin you for good

Stop him if you could

And you’ll be, stiff as a log in a suit lookin nice

Youse a sinner nigga

But you ain’t cold enough to freeze hot slugs when they run up in ya

You ain’t in my class nigga, I’m the last nigga

You gon’fuck around and get blast, sucka ass nigga

The soul survivor, survivor sole

Nigga you roll, and I roll, let’s stroll

I told you that I’m cold!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yo I terrorize guys (EXERCISE) street formulas

At hip-hop shows, cause pandemonium

Shit, I ain’t concerned until it’s my turn

I snatch a mic jump on the stage and show my ass like Howard Stern

But not in that form (hell nah) I perform

lyrical heatwaves, that’ll keep your brain warm

But when it’s on, you fuck around and get ripped up or get placed in a bodybag, with that ass zipped up Toe tag 'em!

GOT HIM!

Even ballistics won’t be able to tell, how the fo'-fo'ragged him

Dragged him, halfway down the block

Now you know where a nigga go when a nigga close a nigga shop

Fuck you!

Tell me somethin new

On behalf of the First Family staff, and homicide crews

in control — REAL NIGGAZ WON’T FOLD

I told you we were cold

Yeah!

WHAT UP?

Yeah