Lloyd Banks - Cold Corner lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah! Let's get to the money! G-Unit done had enough of that bullsh**, n***a! (Right?) (Yeah!) It's a 2 G thing, boy! Uh! {PLK! } [Chorus:] My corner cold! - My corner cold! (uh!) My corner cold! [gun co*ks] I'll make it warmer! (uh!) My corner cold! (yeah!) - My corner cold! (yeah!) {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo} My corner cold! (yeah!) - The cold corner! (boom!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} [Verse 1:] Icey as a f**, you neva think I made it back from hell (naah!) Everybody sellin' out! - Me? I'm comin' back to sell! (yeah!) This is for the jail cell - international and L (whattup?) Gotta and my n***a Ace, I'm stuntin' in these n***as face. (right!) Gucci bubble take, they takes me by the double Trouble seems (uh!) to follow me (uh!) no time to sleep! - Thru the struggle. (yeah!) Humble down, 'fore I make you, come around and I'm a chase you Take you outta here, Impala stare, (blat! blat! blat!) 'rounds to the ankle. (whoo!) I should thank you! - You haters brought me right outta my coma Flashbacks of Barcelona now I'm 7 years older. (uh-huuh!) Purple tree aroma, got my smokin' weed diploma (ye-eah!) And the microphone my b**h, in the booth - I beat up on her. (AHHMMM!) On my block! - The teenagers is comin' out the house tucked Shorty only turnin' 8 and know to keep his mouth shut. (yeah!) I hit him off with' somethin' help him cop his favorite kicks, n***as brought me up the same way. - It pro'ly made me rich. - b*tch! [Chorus:] My corner cold! - My corner cold! (uh!) My corner cold! [gun co*ks] I'll make it warmer! (yeeeah!) [gunshot] My corner cold! (uh!) - My corner cold! (uh!) My corner cold! - The cold corner! (yeah!) [Verse 2:] Call me whatchu want hater, you mad you can't call me! (yeah!) I'm pushin' 400! - You on the corner with' ya 40! (40!) 40 acres and the vapors when you rakin' up the paper In my candy-coated scraper, system wakin' up Jamaica! (boom!) Take a portion of my formula! - I'll still be toppin' all of ya (yeah!) Ring-rockin' warrior, lower ya into a line! (yeeeah!) Take a L on the street - before you win with the rhyme Boy ya life is bullsh**, (blat! blat! blat!) cause that's all you did with ya time. (boom!) I'm born to win with the grind. - My catalog would pack a crowd Wrist full of lights, chain swingin' like Packie out. (whoo!) 20 Thou pocket stack, tryna see where it's poppin' at, Prepared cause I'm popular, paid! - And they ain't' stoppin' that! (boom!) (naaaah!) My energy'll knock 'em back, I'm Blanka with the shock Tonka with the truck! - Timbaland stompin' with' the whop! (whop!) Knockin' up the block! - Rubberband poppin' when I shop How can I be topped? - n***as name-droppin' to the cops! {DAMN! } - STOP! [Chorus:] My corner cold! (uh!) - My corner cold! (uh!) {CAN'T FORGET...} My corner cold! [gun co*ks] I'll make it warmer! (uh!) {"THISIS50.COM"!} My corner cold! (yeah!) - My corner cold! (yeah!) {SHADYVILLE!} My corner cold! (yeah!) {COME ON!} - The cold corner! (boom!) [gunshot] [beat stops]