The Purist - Cold Hearts lyrics
[The Purist - Cold Hearts lyrics]
Stand up! The niggas fck already men
'bout to pop off man, m
That's how it is, just grind me ass kid
Straight from Cube B done with big guns
Seen a lot of shit, even on the run
Man kick or die for fck em with the slums
My body went on, release for my gun
Blowed up two clips about to be some shit
To think about shit, get life's a bitch
Just pulled pout and join the toe
And above the slim
Police got ahead, but I ain't give a fck
I'm real about the shit, the rest see all but
The hood for life, they gotta throw it up
In the clutch, the thund
You can get me the ball
Can't be on the grind wind keeps that war
Stand tall down by law, who want more?
I am three click, nigga know what's up
I found
I got you nigga shooting three throws
But, I'm shooting sloves
Then I let you meet loaf
I might been the rules, but never what we for
We see is going dumb, we're feeling real mob
A leaf with a bunch of hoes, do us then do
We never feed em after two
Cups on an empty stomach
We have a fake bitch tryin
To keep one hundred it is what it is
You do what I've been knew it
So many nigga sort of darkness
Soon their wrist is glewing
They keep and care enough to
Lift a fcking bowing
I ain't think you wanna take
This where you're going
Then everybody is losers
I'm in the wind collum
Fck and tryin to tell you
They got been a problem
That's just a Michael cousin
Had that they lot of these niggas psy son
Show all we got, show all we spot
Smack your bitch ass out your John want rebox
Haters can't fck with the bus jerk
Can't fck with the boss jerk
Don't rock gaters but I fuck withsurance
Now dress like you have seen fighters
Type of flict and shirtlighters
The pipe pipers sayin little pistle
To catch a pradator, to catch the senator
Minister society tryin P and I'm dead in you
Head in the class the teachers path
On the road shit gets wow
Do come squeeze in the skat
Don't tussle the last hook
Is accurate thunder
Stupid niggas 'cause dumb shit
I wrote alone can't condone the bump shit
'bout to pop off man, m
That's how it is, just grind me ass kid
Straight from Cube B done with big guns
Seen a lot of shit, even on the run
Man kick or die for fck em with the slums
My body went on, release for my gun
Blowed up two clips about to be some shit
To think about shit, get life's a bitch
Just pulled pout and join the toe
And above the slim
Police got ahead, but I ain't give a fck
I'm real about the shit, the rest see all but
The hood for life, they gotta throw it up
In the clutch, the thund
You can get me the ball
Can't be on the grind wind keeps that war
Stand tall down by law, who want more?
I am three click, nigga know what's up
I found
I got you nigga shooting three throws
But, I'm shooting sloves
Then I let you meet loaf
I might been the rules, but never what we for
We see is going dumb, we're feeling real mob
A leaf with a bunch of hoes, do us then do
We never feed em after two
Cups on an empty stomach
We have a fake bitch tryin
To keep one hundred it is what it is
You do what I've been knew it
So many nigga sort of darkness
Soon their wrist is glewing
They keep and care enough to
Lift a fcking bowing
I ain't think you wanna take
This where you're going
Then everybody is losers
I'm in the wind collum
Fck and tryin to tell you
They got been a problem
That's just a Michael cousin
Had that they lot of these niggas psy son
Show all we got, show all we spot
Smack your bitch ass out your John want rebox
Haters can't fck with the bus jerk
Can't fck with the boss jerk
Don't rock gaters but I fuck withsurance
Now dress like you have seen fighters
Type of flict and shirtlighters
The pipe pipers sayin little pistle
To catch a pradator, to catch the senator
Minister society tryin P and I'm dead in you
Head in the class the teachers path
On the road shit gets wow
Do come squeeze in the skat
Don't tussle the last hook
Is accurate thunder
Stupid niggas 'cause dumb shit
I wrote alone can't condone the bump shit