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cold world hustlers – cold world lyrics

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[intro]
i’m a cold world hustler n-gga, hey!
i’m a cold world hustler n-gga, hey!
i’m a cold world hustler n-gga, hey!
stuck in a cold world, hey!

[verse 1: e-sick]
i’m a cold world havoc in the traffic cause i can’t get loose
eighty proof gin and juice keep me crunk for you fools
if n-ggas still don’t understand the sh-t that i’m goin’ through
i’m thinkin’ crazed thoughts but k!llers don’t talk
strapped up wrapped up all in myself
i’m on a paperchase cause i ain’t goin back to jail
i’m lookin’ for some thick hoes my homebase is frisco
i used to f-ck wid ‘ports, but now it’s just the indo
busta repellant, i sell it by the box
use it to you motherf-ckas that think you can stop this
dirty rotten dollar i rock’d a hoe bopper
i’ll quickidy stop a copper wid some shots from my choppah
what was i to do as a youngster
i didn’t give a f-ck so now you know me as a husalah
top notch b-tch the other level’s where we takin’ it
cold world did it first so you n-ggas don’t be hatin’ it

[hook]
i’m a cold world hustler n-gga, hey!
i’m a cold world hustler n-gga, hey!
i’m a cold world hustler n-gga, hey!
i’m a cold world hustler n-gga, hey!
i’m a cold world hustler n-gga, hey!
i’m a cold world hustler n-gga, hey!
i’m a cold world hustler n-gga, hey!
stuck in a cold world, hey !

[verse 2: big vic]
i’m a cold world hustler strugglin’ strivin’ survivin’
harder than a motherf-cka be in the 4-1-5
my anymosity preserves me as a smoker
i wouldn’t trust a n-gga wid a cake cause he’s a sucka
switch over to the fast lane i jumped into the dope game
my life is quickly changin’, but things’ll never be the same stackin’
note after note slangin’ weed slangin’ c0ke
makin’ money off the chiz but the weed is gettin’ smoked
got ice like a iceman, my ice land is oakdale
the place i do my dirt stack my loot and make my mail
slangin’ ya-yo b-tch, from ingles to griffin
and if you don’t know me stay the f-ck up out my business
like cold world stalkin’, y’all gangstas still talkin’
meat wagon out one late night cause of the black and white chalkin’
some n-ggas rollin’ thick, some b-tches on the d-ck
with whispers in the shadow cause i’m, vic

hook
(laughing and talking ’til fade out)