Cold World Hustlers - Cold Day in Hell lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Vic] Oh yes I'm big, the B the I so I mack two Gs Then comes the f**in' 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 n***a 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 n***as in the s**a Free'll have you sluggin' It's a anything for money thang, a shortage in the dope game The thirty two's are poppin' f** the fame, n***a 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 n***a I'm a suspect Young a** n***a 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 [Verse 2: Rell] Now as I decide to creep up from behind already Glock is co*ked Now watch the body drop, my finger went, back and forth Repeatedly rapidly n***as wanna jump bad wid me n***a f** that sh** 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' s**as go skit-skat Pop pop pop, that was the jack for the crack sack It's a shame for what a young n***a go through Smokin' on that dank hopin' a young n***a pull through I'm hopin' that the five-oh don't wanna roll through f**in' up my money while I'm tryna pay my, dues Man fu*k! what did I do to deserve this yo I don't know Born October twenty-ninth a motherf**in' Scorpio Me no have no morals, me no have no cares And me don't give a f** if me be livin' or you be dead So me creep through me motherf**in' streets The only reason you no see me cause me creepin' frequent-ly So then I co*k back my Glock I'm clever n***as be gettin' took forever Anything for money still, the way I'm livin' n***a Can't ignore ignorance, helplessness or selflessness sh**tiness or emptiness or incompetence from a n***a 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 n***as that know for once I'm sick a** R-E-L-L It'll be a cold day in hell before the Rell Will accept any sh** from a b**h or the next n***a [Verse 3: Taydatay] Well you can step into the mind of a psychotic psycho Gangbangin' creepin' wid my three f**in' 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 f** 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 f**in' caper Makin' money all the time, lable me the f**in' mail maker All about my grip, stuck to the grind I f** hoes in daylight then sell dope and nighttime Cause nighttime is my time and your time is short tho You can't tell me sh** when I'm off that there indo Creepin' through the cuts just like that n***a 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 b**h before the crew that's what we say up in our click Cold day in f**in' hell for this 4-1-5 sh** [HOOK] Cold day in hell, these are, cold days for real, n***a (4x) [Verse 4: E-Sick] One two three four five f** it enough n***as 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' n***as just couldn't give a f** b**h Dodgin' through the cut tryna stay on the under scene Never trust a b**h so myself was the only team Started packin' pistol cuz if cream that n***a took my life Imagine even that, that's some sh** I can't fight Ain't nobody help me the corner's gettin' hot as f** I stopped shootin' dice in nine tray, there was no luck Drinkin' more and more smokin' dank gettin' f**ed up n***as still dyin' but still I can't give a f** 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 n***a wanna take his pistol grip And buck buck buck him with that motherf**in' weak sh** Play me not, you tryna plex over them cheeks But little did you know that I been k**in' sh** for weeks Marks punks and b**hes, 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 a**a**ins I'm buckin' down these corners tearin' n***as in halves And n***as try to plot plex, and play me But I be poppin' cops and busta n***as on a daily I got my shady, shady n***as 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 n***as gettin' filthy cause my hookers bout they hookin' Havin' no remorse, as I'm watchin' n***as scatter And of course I got the force I'ma ratter-tat tatter Eratin' they a**, wid some hollow point spray My dope spot's hot, but in hell it's a cold day