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Cold World Hustlers - "Cold Day In Hell"
Lyrics to Cold Day In Hell : (feat. 11-5, Rell) [Verse 1: Big Vic] Oh yes Im 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 Im 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 Im drunk so my trigger fingers a little bit slow-er Hells freezin over, clickin so hard we yellin Cold World Hustler I cant contain, what I cant control So Im stumblin through the nineties and forever on the, roll Cause the neighborhood watch is watchin cause Im bustin Then the niggas in the Sucka Freell have you sluggin Its a anything for money thang, a shortage in the dope game The thirty twos are poppin fuck the fame, nigga Im 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 its hectic Sirens fill the street cause nigga Im a suspect Young ass nigga bangin barely coppin quarters If money wasnt a issue man I wouldnt 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 thats 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, Im watchin suckas go skit-skat Pop pop pop, that was the jack for the crack sack Its a shame for what a young nigga go through Smokin on that dank hopin a young nigga pull through Im hopin that the five-oh dont wanna roll through Fuckin up my money while Im tryna pay my, dues Man FUCK! what did I do to deserve this yo I dont know Born October twenty-ninth a motherfuckin Scorpio Me no have no morals, me no have no cares And me dont 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 Im clever niggas be gettin took forever Anything for money still, the way Im livin nigga Cant ignore ignorance, helplessness or selflessness Shittiness or emptiness or incompetence from a nigga Hell will be a cold place, when they see my face Im gonna sell these cold rocks, up and down the hot blocks Waitll they get a load of me, down in H-E-L-L For niggas that know for once Im sick ass R-E-L-L Itll 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 Im 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 cant tell me shit when Im off that there indo Creepin through the cuts just like that nigga said before Im sprayin up the party as I blast through the door So run up or step up Im down for the plot I cant fake no pitches hoe truster Im not No bitch before the crew thats 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 Partys hangin out the window best believe they got a pistol Cold world hustlin niggas just couldnt 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, thats some shit I cant fight Aint nobody help me the corners 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 cant 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 wont go to sleep Thats the life Im livin right now in these cold streets [Verse 5: Maine-O] Its 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 its ya main Maine Im posse-in up wid assassins Im 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 dont smoke me Laws cant draw slow, Im packin my four-four My hoes name is nina but I think I need a little more I pick bout four gats, thats havin whole clicks bookin And niggas gettin filthy cause my hookers bout they hookin Havin no remorse, as Im watchin niggas scatter And of course I got the force Ima ratter-tat tatter Eratin they ass, wid some hollow point spray My dope spots hot, but in hell its a cold day [ Cold Day In Hell Lyrics ]
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