"Frozen" as written by and Bill Conti Corey Woods....

[Featuring Raekwon]

"How can I forget you" 4x

[Slick Rick]

Rick the Ruler Raekwon hehe the Chef check one two


Touch more taste a glass of oil

Flash yours Rae

Money we saw left em dead on the door dick

Rots look chunky on the index

Straight up Lee vets and like old Adidas sweats

We the the illest vets

[Slick Rick]

Apologies even a non dog holler "he's honor"

Please appreciate shit I clog Wallabee's

Brothas wit they fists like oaks wood

Provokes doom, and you're also about to go broke soon


Mad current merchants, we nursed it

Bad guerillas, feed us like guaranteed they gon' kill us

Fleeing, ninety in a night suit, G-ing white dudes

Hit the locks first, we made a right troop

[Slick Rick]

I'm lushin Russian women, via satellite I'm watchin

I dare a nigga say he want to battle me, I'll crush ya

Even blind girls rush next to Hammera and scream out

"Oh my gosh, get the camera"


Yo we frozen, lay on the bount now, we a day on

Ill niggas yellin "Throw Rick and Rae on"

Hydro, how did I blow, how did I flow

Did I glow, let them niggas know

[Slick Rick]


Rap wars commence and they kids cause offense

I don't have to say a word and your bitch-drawers are drenched

Didn't say I was gonna murder the fella

But The Ruler got some shit the could stop a herd of gorillas


Stressed wit Hollywood hoes, actin up

Backin up, what? This yours, what?

Crawlin in the cut, we lee major

Gems on wit Timbs, brims on drawn to lay you up

Layin in the day wit what?

[Slick Rick]

Next pull up CEO wit bank books full up

Even though he's overwhelmed, this nigga Rolls Royce pull up

One of the baddest come, noddin to a Spanish song

Slung, orange woolridge park and a Savannah pump


Severe teaspoons, scary money on the moon

Lampin wit a big goon, keep shit tight like a kid's room

Big Bird in the driveway, bullet out Friday

I'm liver that way, I ride only the fly way

Olive-green thinkin, ship sinkin

Deep-dish thinkin, big fish tank, wrist full of Franklins

This mock-neck, shark-skin money

Eighty-eight, summer reader dun ?dummeries?

Rock dungarees

[Slick Rick]

Punctures his lung, son says "I don't want this"

Even this so-so beat I make monstrous

Lady cops stake to watch pair hoods

"Freeze, you're under arrest, you look mad good"

Hot and don't fret retard who won't let the new sherifs in town

What part you don't get?

Rick and Rae, and now we storin the passion

The fashion, the dress, I went to work on your ass

Chorus 2x

Lyrics submitted by ButNeverOutgunned

"Frozen" as written by Bill Conti Corey Woods

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, MEMORY LANE MUSIC GROUP, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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