Cold World lyrics

Artist  : M.o.p. 
Song : Cold World



 Send "Cold World" Ringtone to your Cell 

  '(Damn! Rapid Firing Squad) Back at your as*
again, nigga
(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 bit*h nigga dress
warm 
Slum as* wanna be hard as* nigga
Coldball butter-soft lard as* nigga
*repeat*

Verse One: Billy Danze

Niggaz waitin for my sh*t to drop
Because I show love to the true thugs on the back
lot
Post up at the biggest crack spots
Raised around killers so eventually I popped
shots
(Make em feel your real) Niggaz stop playin on
the real
f**k around you get your death wish from
Bill(D-yea)
This cat sucker 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
niggers
(Damn) I'm so deep in the game 
I keep in touch with myself so I can feel the
real niggaz pain
(I've been ya) Quick, I think there's gonna be
conflict
If I figure ya freakin the flip (Ya punk bit*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**king
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**king family to bury me
You think your bullshit 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 bullshit to a
cease
Hollering about peace; you in the belly of the
f**king 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**k him, (If he ain't with
us) f**k him
(We be aight, nigga) That's right, nigga
(We tight, nigga) What's more 
(When we don't like niggaz) We'll invite niggaz
to war

Lil' Fame: And believe we've got lead to give em
Thugs that perform massacres, 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**kers said you wanted
to see me, right?
See me now, motherf**kers.  See me now! I told
you right? Bow! Bow!
Motherf**kers. I told you cold world
motherf**ker. Bow, motherf**ker!
What you gotta say now, motherf**ker?  You a bad
motherf**ker?
Yeah, Hell yeah.  Here I am now. Here I am! Oh,
you wanna run?
Bow, motherf**ker! I'll see you at your funeral
motherf**ker
You better have your black suit on. Yeah (First
Fam, nigga, for life)
Motherf**ker.  Aiyo, come on son.
*talkin fades*