Lil B - Turned Me Cold lyrics

[Intro] (Mama, mama, mama, I just shot a man down In central station, in front of a big ol' crowd) I made a mistake, f** God's Father mixtape I'm a keep it real Y'all mother f**ers pushing me to the limit I know y'all s**ers from the hood want me to catch a couple more of them stripes and just be down bad [Verse 1] Somebody help, I think I made a mistake I just shot a man down, put him in his place He put his hands on me, had to break his face I'm sorry Jesus Christ, that shh felt great When n***as pimp on me that's when n***as get k**ed Put that sh** in the air just so you n***as can feel How I motherf**ing feel when I pop that field When I ride out on him and I dump your body f** you p**y a** n***as I ain't never forgot it You n***as think it's a game choppas ring like phones I ain't got no taxes, and them n***as on my pay roll I'm a hit man, I ain't no b**h I keep myself that's on big man I ain't like these other n***as dick s**ing on the goons b**h I 187 that's on my momma Play with me again I guarantee I'll make an example All my guns got beams, want a sample? Don't play both sides you a f*ggot and snitch That's why you never speak because you're a f**ing b**h And f** your dreads and f** your gold teeth And f** your life n***a that's where the ends meet [Hook] (Mama I just shot a man down In central station in front of a big ol' crowd) I need some help [Verse 2] Now I'm sitting in intake taking everything out my pocket Police couldn't stop it I'm not trying to hide it, ima do it ima do it I'm lurking in the streets no car that's how I'm moving B bought him a Bentley and still shoot you My guns hit like ba** drums from Lex Luger And blog about this I ain't got no money b**h I'm trapping I'm on the streets n***a, shouts out to acting I guess I gotta get some more stripes I gotta pull a Gucci Mane and hit a n***a in his chest like Real situation happen way past rapping Streets up to y'all dope sacking I got a crack in the burrio that's coolio I'm making s**ers work, dope up in your booty hole f** all you s**ers call me Don Julio Rawest rapper can't see me in the studio b**h And that's some real sh** [Hook] Ey put the pistol on the table for all them s**ers Cause I'm k**ing the rap game But on the real note stop all this bullying If someone is bullying you tell the police [Verse 3] People keep picking on me at school He shoved me out my locker and I'm a cool dude I ain't even do nothing he just trying to punk me Made High School hard man called me all ugly I walked across the street every time that I seen him Until I shot his house up now that b**h ain't breathing And it's all for the hood cause you n***as with stripes It's slave trades going on getting sold at night I'm a true American because I'm violent with slaves I got some hate in my heart, the people made it that way It's Lil B God's Father Mixtape (Yes) Save my soul I got a heard of gold But people turned me cold