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letra de freeze tag - montana of 300

[chorus: talley of 300]
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

[verse 1: montana of 300]
n-ggas 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 k!llers, 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 b-tch, like a vivian
stand over, a choppa hit your chest, get your titties done
freeze tag, b-tch 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 n-ggas shooting then lee pads
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 n-ggas, i’m steve nash

[verse 2: talley of 300]
face down, or caved in
when i slide it ain’t no playground, i’m waving
got that choppa singing h-llo, then goodbye
goofy n-gga pick potatos, you’re french fries to me, n-gga
titty squeezer, ar, meet cleaver
for any reason, face off, johnny cena
spark 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, n-ggas 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, b-tch
we don’t play no games, we red-shirting the whole squad
choppa take sh-t out of context, leave you tongue-less
b-tch 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

- montana of 300

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