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Cold War (feat. 38 Spesh) letra


Know what I'm sayin'? (Moose Tarantino)
Huh
Yeah
Ayo

I don't like to talk that much, I let a bullet bust
Y'all so sweet, when we beef, I caught a sugar rush
You never played the block with a sock full of stuff
And if a dope head don't die it's not good enough
I'm from the Roc' but I drove blocks to the Buff'
Pull up to your spot, in the drop, with the wooden Buffs
I stood in cuts, up top, where cops couldn't rush
The hood is rough, you either in a box or put in cuffs
Somehow, I managed to dodge both
Can't take the paper with you, either way you gon' die broke
I'm tired of hoes always braggin' 'bout what their job gross
And fly coach to go and suck dick for a livin', her job gross
Uh, I keep a .45 close when I buy a coat
When I was young, I used to rob folks
Don't know who to trust, that's why I put blindfold on my side hoes
Only my mom know the address to the condos
Convos behind closed doors
Back in '04 I survived a Cold War when them guys froze
Niggas get CDLs to drive loads, middle of the winter, they be prayin' for dry roads (ayo)

Pass me the [?] and the golden horse shoe
Heresy, you're lookin' like you needed someone to talk to
Before you talk, I'ma talk to you first, that's what a boss do
Or I'ma have you layin' stiff 'cross the table like the Camus corkscrew
Well, I'm over cookin' the beef, that's when I more chew
Worry niggas while gettin' ready for the funeral forced you
To lay down in a rectangular box until they torched you
And cremated with the both of your parents, created, endured you
Would've amounted to somethin', it ended, it was nothin'
Don't play with your life, bitch
Bad gamble with my calculated movement
Illustrious handle, listen
See, I believe it's a good time
I think you better fret, tonight I'm thinkin' I'm spittin' a good rhyme to get feedback from 'X
So elaborate how I'm abundant with shine
Probably had to text [?] talk to me
That's when niggas wondered what happened next
A situation transpired, so now your mans is vexed
That's when you gotta go and get resourceful, scroll the Rolodex
Godfather of this shit, I'm holdin' all the checks
Regulatin' protons, neutrons and electrons
Controllin' all the spec's
Cokehead, you need to sniff a good line until you disconnect
It's celebration time, you're gettin' to the money
My nigga, big respect, and honor each other
Don't bother me, brother, have some decency
I'm unapologetic about how you not alignin' with this frequency
Another level of supervision for the culture, this what it need to be
Thirty-five years a body, but still been killin' 'em recently
This feelin' great
These niggas are particles, they ask for leniency
Pardon God, I'm only bein' me (bein' me)

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