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    "In Cold Blood" Lyrics


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    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 bein 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 (BLAM)
    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

    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 dough
    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'ma 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 niggaz in the neighborhood who challenged me
    Family grievin from they loved one's mortality
    He ain't got a reason to die then kill hi, it's a tragedy


    This song was submitted on July 27th, 2009 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Brad Jordan, Frederick Long, Frederick Earl Long, Kanye West, Kanye Omari West, Sylvia Moy.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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