M.o.p. - Cold World lyrics

Damn! Rapid Firing Squad) Back at your a** again n***a (First Family) World's Famous. (Firing Squad) Look here." Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze) Its a (cold world) show nuf Its on its a (cold world)so b**h n***a dress warm Slum a** wanna be hard a** n***a Coldball bu*ter soft lard a** n***a *repeat* Verse One: Billy Danze n***az waitin for my sh** to drop Because I show love to the true thugs on the back lot Post up at the biggest crack spots Raised around k**ers so eventually I popped shots (Make em feel your real) n***az stop playin on the real f** around you get your d**h wish from Bill(D-yea) This cat s**er got the wrong idea (He came a long damn way) How the hell you think I got here? I learned to survive with illegal guns that know how to hide Homicide ties, baby, yea, I dominates what you tryin to do I wear my hat broke down and play the war when I'm sliding through I gotta crew (Original Hilfiger) Plus triggers and some of Brooklyn's illest n******gs (Damn) I'm so deep in the game I keep in touch with myself so I can feel the real n***az pain (I've been ya) Quick, I think there's gonna be conflict If I figure ya freakin the flip (Ya punk b**h!) Leavin ya blind, thugs of my kind Will dismantle your mind and shatter your damn spine It's a... Chorus Verse 2: Lil' Fame (Time flies) Slugs fly, people die (Damn) Guerilla warfare all across the land If they break the code of silence (leave em all dead) And fools take a fall when I call (code red) More people travellin, like immigrants But on the low with the most dominant (most infinite) Lost in your track so I act innocent But on the low, I can act real motherf**ing ignorant Raised by an army of THUGS who done it all from the smartest to the dumbest And I, happen to be the youngest Twenty-two years of being brave as a lion And that's, with or without the iron Fools wanna (STRESS YA), then they wanna (TEST YA) Then you gotta get your steel (Deal with the pressure) I ain't gotta teach a f**ing family to bury me You think your bullsh** worry me? Aiyo, I move quickly, but come across so humble Fools be on point when its time for the rumble W-O-M-A-C-K, (hit ya) With the game plan that will twist ya, (mista) Chorus Verse 3 Billy Danze: We gonna put this bullsh** to a cease Hollering about peace; you in the belly of the f**ing beast I figured it out from the start And since I laid my mother to rest I been blessed with these cold heart (If it ain't our beef) Don't touch (If he's against us) f** him, (If he ain't with us) f** him (We be aight, n***a) That's right, n***a (We tight, n***a) What's more (When we don't like n***az) We'll invite n***az to war Lil' Fame: And believe we've got lead to give em Thugs that perform ma**acres, like nazism This living mechanism, study living to the end Discombobulation, then I'm Gone With the Wind (begin) My men been, through hard times That's what you find when you don't do my family all kind (Make moves) I'ma play the background when its gat time I'ma hit you with the flatline Chorus *spoken over Fame yelling:* Yeah, I'm done. You motherf**ers said you wanted to see me, right? See me now, motherf**ers. See me now! I told you right? Bow! Bow! Motherf**ers. I told you cold world motherf**er. Bow, motherf**er! What you gotta say now, motherf**er? You a bad motherf**er? Yeah, Hell yeah. Here I am now. Here I am! Oh, you wanna run? Bow, motherf**er! I'll see you at your funeral motherf**er You better have your black suit on. Yeah (First Fam, n***a, for life) Motherf**er. Aiyo, come on son. *talkin fades*