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Cold Day In Hell

アーティスト:Cold World Hustlers  アルバム:Iceland 

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(feat. 11-5, Rell) [Verse 1: Big Vic] Oh yes I'm big, the B the I so I mack two Gs Then comes the fuckin' Vic the V-I and a couple ah Cs Listenin' to the anger in my head sayin' I gotta stay drunk While I'm waitin' for this punk wid this cold pump Lookin' a lavish nigga as he sittin' on them gold thangs Grippin' on his Mac looped up by a shoe string Around the piece, while I let him live a little longer Perbin' cause I'm drunk so my trigger finger's a little bit slow-er Hell's freezin' over, clickin' so hard we yellin' Cold World Hustler I can't contain, what I can't control So I'm stumblin' through the nineties and forever on the, roll Cause the neighborhood watch is watchin' cause I'm bustin' Then the niggas in the Sucka Free'll have you sluggin' It's a anything for money thang, a shortage in the dope game The thirty two's are poppin' fuck the fame, nigga I'm over the fence and up the stairs never reminiscin' Took my ski-mask off and slapped a new clip in Time to fire up a joint cause it's hectic Sirens fill the street cause nigga I'm a suspect Young ass nigga bangin' barely coppin' quarters If money wasn't a issue man I wouldn't pop at, rollers A cold day a cold week a cold year well The thoughts of a past on this highway to, hell [Verse 2: Rell] Now as I decide to creep up from behind already glock is cocked Now watch the body drop, my finger went, back and forth Repeatedly rapidly niggas wanna jump bad wid me Nigga fuck that shit that's why I copped me a glock and went Pop pop pop, I love the sound it goes click-clack Pop pop pop, I watch is head go split-splat Pop pop pop, I'm watchin' suckas go skit-skat Pop pop pop, that was the jack for the crack sack It's a shame for what a young nigga go through Smokin' on that dank hopin' a young nigga pull through I'm hopin' that the five-oh don't wanna roll through Fuckin' up my money while I'm tryna pay my, dues Man FUCK! what did I do to deserve this yo I don't know Born October twenty-ninth a motherfuckin' Scorpio Me no have no morals, me no have no cares And me don't give a fuck if me be livin' or you be dead So me creep through me motherfuckin' streets The only reason you no see me cause me creepin' frequent-ly So then I cock back my glock I'm clever niggas be gettin' took forever Anything for money still, the way I'm livin' nigga Can't ignore ignorance, helplessness or selflessness Shittiness or emptiness or incompetence from a nigga Hell will be a cold place, when they see my face I'm gonna sell these cold rocks, up and down the hot blocks Wait'll they get a load of me, down in H-E-L-L For niggas that know for once I'm sick ass R-E-L-L It'll be a cold day in hell before the Rell Will accept any shit from a bitch or the next nigga [Verse 3: Taydatay] Well you can step into the mind of a psychotic psycho Gangbangin' creepin' wid my three fuckin' eight-oh A baldhead I keeps my sag on you better watch yo back I'm quick to get my blast on I creep up from the cuts Commit a 2-11 then I fuck around and leave up from the scene with


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