Street_Profit
03-13-06, 03:45 PM
this world is a cold world
u know how i do i just do
me and u know i sell blow
so dont judge me its cold
ass world.
this world is cold i was told friend hanged from a hope
only 5 years old but i cant complain cause that event
made my mold it made me bold it made me cold/
i see ripped ass on a norm like passed round the
dorm ass whole torn like jesus the hand me the
crown of thrones/
now i dont take no check i just check my set
i get cops wet over bullet shells i step over
armaggeddon i sleepped in the night i crepped
on the murder scene with my cassette thinking
dam this my set/
i cross boundaries of my enemies who dont come
close to me u mean close to me nah strictly real
g...strictly from the streets b!tch i write wat i see.
this world is a cold world
u know how i do i just do
me and u know i sell blow
so dont judge me its cold
ass world.
now i deal coke on the corner the most i hit the
coast of shells i boast at a cop roast but i make
evidence disappear better im a real ghost/
i use weapons physical but also lyrical i use them
literal i leave ya body in critical my raps are street
but i also try to be political/
now i fight on the block i leave puzzi lined in
chalk i can talk but i can also walk my walk/
now even if i lose fights i swallow my pride
but everyday im dying inside i pull out
on side perform a drive-by i let bullet fly
then i continue to ride/
my chest is breaking apart from a partly
fatal illness i got stillness when im ill
its true i kill less/
now u may look at my rhymes and say
same old street sh!t same old beat hit
same gangsta spit/
but its not i said before im wrting my past
to present im at present a heaven sent
instrument.
this world is a cold world
u know how i do i just do
me and u know i sell blow
so dont judge me its cold
ass world.
u know how i do i just do
me and u know i sell blow
so dont judge me its cold
ass world.
this world is cold i was told friend hanged from a hope
only 5 years old but i cant complain cause that event
made my mold it made me bold it made me cold/
i see ripped ass on a norm like passed round the
dorm ass whole torn like jesus the hand me the
crown of thrones/
now i dont take no check i just check my set
i get cops wet over bullet shells i step over
armaggeddon i sleepped in the night i crepped
on the murder scene with my cassette thinking
dam this my set/
i cross boundaries of my enemies who dont come
close to me u mean close to me nah strictly real
g...strictly from the streets b!tch i write wat i see.
this world is a cold world
u know how i do i just do
me and u know i sell blow
so dont judge me its cold
ass world.
now i deal coke on the corner the most i hit the
coast of shells i boast at a cop roast but i make
evidence disappear better im a real ghost/
i use weapons physical but also lyrical i use them
literal i leave ya body in critical my raps are street
but i also try to be political/
now i fight on the block i leave puzzi lined in
chalk i can talk but i can also walk my walk/
now even if i lose fights i swallow my pride
but everyday im dying inside i pull out
on side perform a drive-by i let bullet fly
then i continue to ride/
my chest is breaking apart from a partly
fatal illness i got stillness when im ill
its true i kill less/
now u may look at my rhymes and say
same old street sh!t same old beat hit
same gangsta spit/
but its not i said before im wrting my past
to present im at present a heaven sent
instrument.
this world is a cold world
u know how i do i just do
me and u know i sell blow
so dont judge me its cold
ass world.