On Froze

You see my wrist on chill, and my neck on froze
Now my pockets on full, you know them chicks gon' go
Five-oh on the stroll, everybody hustlin' Benjamins
Taping all the madness by myself in the booth
You see my wrist on chill, and my neck on froze
Now my pockets on full, you know them chicks gon' go
Five-oh on the stroll, everybody 'bout them Benjamins
Taping all the madness by myself in the booth again

Cookin' up the pot, in the stu', doin' what I like
Product on my spot, hit the block, gotta get it right
Cookin' up the slang, best believe, come and fuckin' try it
Drinking out the product, to the block, gettin' somethin' right
Froze in the bitch, once I touch down in this bitch
When I run it up, off the microphone and get it rich
Stone Mountain put me on that Ridge Ave. Mountain shit
PDC, that ZMF, put me in this bitch
Rollin' up the weight, boy, my neck frosty in this bitch
Chain blingin' hard, when them chicks see me in this shit
Shinin' like a rocket, like when the moon is out there
See me cruisin' in that cool whip, with the man himself

You see my wrist on chill, and my neck on froze
Now my pockets on full, you know them chicks gon' go
Five-oh on the stroll, everybody hustlin' Benjamins
Taping all the madness by myself in the booth
You see my wrist on chill, and my neck on froze
Now my pockets on full, you know them chicks gon' go
Five-oh on the stroll, everybody 'bout them Benjamins
Taping all the madness by myself in the booth again

Listenin' to a hustler's pain story
When them street lights came on, nigga, it was on, on top
And my life was out of sight, that dirty game done took my life
Raised up in NYC, that QU a straight trip
Was a young chick, moved down south, I got it right
PDC, them ZMF boys, always kept me right
Thuggin' in these streets, best believe I get the money right
When I hit the microphone, my team, we be aight
Shinin' like a motherfuckin' rocket, when I'm blastin' off
High out the mother ship, when I'm gettin' highed out
Maintainin' in these streets, them bitches say I'm flyed out
Gino Santiago slang, my nigga, I'ma ride out

You see my wrist on chill, and my neck on froze
Now my pockets on full, you know them chicks gon' go
Five-oh on the stroll, everybody hustlin' Benjamins
Taping all the madness by myself in the booth
You see my wrist on chill, and my neck on froze
Now my pockets on full, you know them chicks gon' go
Five-oh on the stroll, everybody 'bout them Benjamins
Taping all the madness by myself in the booth again