Canibus, Pitty P, Nocturnal Ron - Its a Cold, Cold World lyrics
[Canibus, Pitty P, Nocturnal Ron - Its a Cold, Cold World lyrics]
(Some funny mothefuckers Ha ha haha)
Yo, ayo I got to the city holla'd at Pete
(Yo Bis whats the dealie wha
Up wit da philly) ain't nothing really I was
About to call Billy you got some Henny
(Na i got some Remy
Couple of broads they acting friendly)
(Yea I brought ab thru)
Grab a broom cold smash and loops
(Yo later that day we gathered round
For a class A instruction)
Grap a mic and start bustin
Yo it's a cold cold world
That's what I keep say
On the stoup loaded the barrel
The microphone is the bow the
Flow is the arrow
The fact is the truth your head is a
Melon bash the fruit splatter your juice
Picture apple gets axed in two thats you
(Maybe in a outfit or the
Necklace go head Bis)
This goes out to the motherfucker
That stole my rhyme book
Let me tell ya what design you took
Ya got a piece of batch 14 article 3
I hope you have a good
Time it's a remarkable read
It can make you marketable indeed
You now got ya hands on the
Secrets of a master MC
Personalized print extra wide script so
My eyes don't squint
My mind thinks smoke rise through the vent
Try to rework the theory but
The logic is thin i possess the body of jin
With a Fight Club win
Maybe it's just a mic club thing fuck a sling
You could duck a swing i spit
Webs duck one of them
My fingerprints on your soul when
I touch a pen
We interact when you memorize the raps
Identify fast syntax applied with stats
When I open my mouth it's
Like sliding back the bolt
No joke leave a hole in you was an insult
You better check the wind
Direction when I talk
Before and after somewhere in
Between I blast ya
Rhymes on deck check the chart specs
Light yo ass up it ain't even dark yet
Yo, ayo I got to the city holla'd at Pete
(Yo Bis whats the dealie wha
Up wit da philly) ain't nothing really I was
About to call Billy you got some Henny
(Na i got some Remy
Couple of broads they acting friendly)
(Yea I brought ab thru)
Grab a broom cold smash and loops
(Yo later that day we gathered round
For a class A instruction)
Grap a mic and start bustin
Yo it's a cold cold world
That's what I keep say
On the stoup loaded the barrel
The microphone is the bow the
Flow is the arrow
The fact is the truth your head is a
Melon bash the fruit splatter your juice
Picture apple gets axed in two thats you
(Maybe in a outfit or the
Necklace go head Bis)
This goes out to the motherfucker
That stole my rhyme book
Let me tell ya what design you took
Ya got a piece of batch 14 article 3
I hope you have a good
Time it's a remarkable read
It can make you marketable indeed
You now got ya hands on the
Secrets of a master MC
Personalized print extra wide script so
My eyes don't squint
My mind thinks smoke rise through the vent
Try to rework the theory but
The logic is thin i possess the body of jin
With a Fight Club win
Maybe it's just a mic club thing fuck a sling
You could duck a swing i spit
Webs duck one of them
My fingerprints on your soul when
I touch a pen
We interact when you memorize the raps
Identify fast syntax applied with stats
When I open my mouth it's
Like sliding back the bolt
No joke leave a hole in you was an insult
You better check the wind
Direction when I talk
Before and after somewhere in
Between I blast ya
Rhymes on deck check the chart specs
Light yo ass up it ain't even dark yet