Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In Cold Blood, artist - Scarface.
Date of issue: 05.08.2002
Song language: English
In Cold Blood |
I started small time, dope game, pushin on the corner |
Twenty cent cook-up, fifty flippers if you want 'em |
Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin marijuana |
Cops rollin up on us, my neighborhood’s like a sauna |
Pistol-grippin, insurin won’t nobody run up on us |
But if they do, fuck 'em, we murderous nickel-dome 'em |
I ain’t playin no games, I’m on a mission fo' the change |
Motherfuck being a lame, I’m ten toes in the game — deep |
I can’t slip, this whole world want me sleep |
See I hustle like a predator and prey on the weak |
And playin for keeps, 'cause see, it’s a thin red line |
Between a nigga gettin his and me gettin mine |
And plus I’m a nigga with that feelin like it’s my time |
And anybody standin' in the way of that is dyin' |
I bust nine—how many times I gotta warn you? |
I ain’t the one, be pushin buttons in the sight of my gun |
I’m the real live version of the Corleone family |
So I spit this clearly, so you hoes’ll understand me |
One wrong move, and I’ma have to leave you for the goons |
Catch you slippin asleep in your bedroom and then (Explosion) |
Get you Audi, now what the fuck was this dude thinkin? |
You can cheat the rules of the streets, and not leave stinkin? |
I can squeeze without blinkin, I’m a cold-blooded nigga |
Bank robber (ooooh) I’m a natural born killer |
Drug dealer, anything it took to survive |
Even if it took a nigga to die, I’m a gangsta, right? |
I got a brick from a sucker that he wanted to move |
But the whole while I’m cookin I’m like, «Fuck this dude» |
It’s on, thirty-six zones of my own |
Keep the money fo' myself and take the work back home |
Call that nigga on the phone, «Ay», I just got knocked |
And the cops was askin bout you, come get me hot |
Never showed, so fuck him and the money that I owed |
I got a get rich quick scheme, steppin on the dope |
It’s cold, but that’s it, I’m on it like I want it |
And twenty-eight cash and change, the whole game on it |
That means I’m on my feet and I can front the homies D |
Break 'em off a couple of C, and double up they fee |
Takin over, shoot up they spot, make it hot |
And when the cops dry it out, put my work on the block |
And if they wanna ride for they corners we ride right with 'em |
Dummy move, whole thing, the goon squad get 'em |
No mo' petty rock hustlin, I’m in for the run |
And I’m fo’sho I’m gon' be murdered for this shit that I done |
But I’mma die standin up cause I’m a stand up nigga |
Fuck dyin like a bitch on my knees, I’m a killer |
So don’t nobody cry cause I was destined to get it |
Just remember, I’m the one who took the dope game and flipped it |
And pimped it, and destroyed everything in the way |
Of me seein first motherfuckin light of the day |
A trigger man, deadly as fuck with a loaded AK |
Spot my enemy and kill him the American way |
I turned a dream into reality, with a fuck you mentality |
Silencin all these niggas in the neighborhood who challenged me |
Family grievin from they loved one’s mortality |
He ain’t got a reason to die then kill him, it’s a tragedy |
Right? |