Cold World Hustlers

Cold Day In Hell
(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 Songtexte [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 a, 1-8-7 He never had a chance it was dark I let the nine spark as he stepped from his 'Lark So call me Taydataker quick to pull a fuckin' caper Makin' money all the time, lable me the fuckin' mail maker All about my grip, stuck to the grind I fuck hoes in daylight then sell dope and nighttime Cause nighttime is my time and your time is short tho You can't tell me shit when I'm off that there indo Creepin' through the cuts just like that nigga said before I'm sprayin' up the party as I blast through the door So run up or step up I'm down for the plot I can't fake no pitches hoe truster I'm not No bitch before the crew that's what we say up in our click Cold day in fuckin' hell for this 4-1-5 shit [HOOK:] Cold day in hell, these are, cold days for real, nigga [x4] [Verse 4: E-Sick] One two three four five fuck it enough niggas to fill the bucket Mashin' down third straight chokin' on, blunts Party's hangin' out the window best believe they got a pistol Cold world hustlin' niggas just couldn't give a fuck bitch Dodgin' through the cut tryna stay on the under scene Never trust a bitch so myself was the only team Started packin' pistol cuz if cream that nigga took my life Imagine even that, that's some shit I can't fight Ain't nobody help me the corner's gettin' hot as fuck I stopped shootin' dice in nine tray, there was no luck Drinkin' more and more smokin' dank gettin' fucked up Niggas still dyin' but still I can't give a fuck Always stressed deep depressed my dick is in the, dirt Head is achin' knees shakin' I gotta put in work Sleepless late nights poppin' pills so I won't go to sleep That's the life I'm livin' right now in these cold streets [Verse 5: Maine-O] It's enough to make a nigga wanna take his pistol grip And buck buck buck him with that motherfuckin' weak shit Play me not, you tryna plex over them cheeks But little did you know that I been killin' shit for weeks Marks punks and bitches, keep me personally protected No funk intended, I just intend to be respected I been constantly jacked bossed and tossed in the cell Got the kinda story to tell about a cold day in hell Hammers rammed in the dirt, cause we be slammin' on tape Paid dues and been accused for everything from murder to rape Yeh it's ya main Maine I'm posse-in' up wid assassins I'm buckin' down these corners tearin' niggas in halves And niggas try to plot plex, and play me But I be poppin' cops and busta niggas on a daily I got my shady, shady niggas like an oak tree And now my guage be first to be sure you don't smoke me Laws can't draw slow, I'm packin' my four-four My hoe's name is nina but I think I need a little more I pick bout four gats, that's havin' whole clicks bookin' And niggas gettin' filthy cause my hookers bout they hookin' Havin' no remorse, as I'm watchin' niggas scatter And of course I got the force I'ma ratter-tat tatter Eratin' they ass, wid some hollow point spray My dope spot's hot, but in hell it's a cold day Aus Songtexte Mania