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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

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

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

Cold day in hell, these are, cold days for real, nigga

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

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