Villain Park, Jay 305 - Cold Game lyrics
[Villain Park, Jay 305 - Cold Game lyrics]
See, that's the thing, when there's smoke
There's fire
Who done told you this game ain't cold?
They done claim that your jump shot cold?
Who ain't told you this game ain't cold?
They make a tray for your soul
Now your life on they Lynch roll, oh!
Who ain't told you this game ain't cold?
Came off of the slave boat
Then hopped in the six fo, oh!
I be everywhere that you can't go N-Y to
Chicago, switch lanes in the range rove, oh!
Better pray that your jump shot cold
My homies is down to ride as soon
As I give 'em the go
You either a friend or a foe
The moral to the fact is
A homie could shake your
Hand with the one that he
Stabbed your back with
I got pride in my heart
And pain that's livin' inside
You either walk with God or dance with the
Devil, gotta decide, you gotta
Choose up homie, 5-0
Right on my side they might pull up on me
I might smoke a pig then slide
Ain't no tellin' what Imma do with
This homicide on my mind
Lord forgive me for my sins in
This game I gotta survive, whoa!
Who done told you this game ain't cold?
Better pray that your jump shot cold
It's either that or you represent
Niggas for real, my tracks are
Can't relax, if I do I won't blow
Walk in the building my cojones to the floor
Whoever remembers those who came close?
Put the beat in the body bag the case closed
See, we can't be beat hate this game not me
Me and my homies
Mobbin' through these streets
We stay low-key, claim what y'all gone be
Talkin' through they teeth
(oh yeah they comin') , nigga we gone see
I'm off the music and medicine
Either usin' or sellin' it
You can't get under my skin
Insides protected by melanin
Ain't nothing better than breaking the rules
And accomplish something they never did
Who at the top? Bet I make 'em
Move out before they settle in
Increase the volume to the maximum
Put a price on my name catch 'em
Speaking 'bout me I'm taxin' 'em
Either I hop inside of the game and
Pray I make it far or
Buy a piece of land and set
Up shop like Pablo Escobar
I bet they watch you with
Binoculars especially when you popular
Just to get a piece of the pie
These niggas get to poppin' 'em
We do what we gotta do to get
It there is no stoppin' us
Runnin' up in establishments got 'em
Ready to lock it up
It's always winter time in this
Business so grab a coat
I'm like a rappin' chupacabra
I'm taking out all the goats
I had to break open the chains to
Get my feet on the plane
To touch the sky what you was
Fearin' I was never afraid, fuck the game
Who done told you this game ain't cold?
Better pray that your jump shot cold
It's either that or you represent
Niggas for real, my tracks are
Can't relax, if I do I won't blow
Walk in the building my cojones to the floor
Whoever remembers those who came close?
Put the beat in the body bag the case closed
See, we can't be beat hate this game not me
Sometimes you gotta learn to love
What you don't like me and my homies
Mobbin' through these streets
All these niggas out here man
They gon' throw a little pussy at ya
We stay low-key, claim what y'all gone be
But only one bitch can make you cum, you
Know what I mean? I mean that money
That green talkin' through they teeth
(oh yeah they comin') , nigga we gone see
There's fire
Who done told you this game ain't cold?
They done claim that your jump shot cold?
Who ain't told you this game ain't cold?
They make a tray for your soul
Now your life on they Lynch roll, oh!
Who ain't told you this game ain't cold?
Came off of the slave boat
Then hopped in the six fo, oh!
I be everywhere that you can't go N-Y to
Chicago, switch lanes in the range rove, oh!
Better pray that your jump shot cold
My homies is down to ride as soon
As I give 'em the go
You either a friend or a foe
The moral to the fact is
A homie could shake your
Hand with the one that he
Stabbed your back with
I got pride in my heart
And pain that's livin' inside
You either walk with God or dance with the
Devil, gotta decide, you gotta
Choose up homie, 5-0
Right on my side they might pull up on me
I might smoke a pig then slide
Ain't no tellin' what Imma do with
This homicide on my mind
Lord forgive me for my sins in
This game I gotta survive, whoa!
Who done told you this game ain't cold?
Better pray that your jump shot cold
It's either that or you represent
Niggas for real, my tracks are
Can't relax, if I do I won't blow
Walk in the building my cojones to the floor
Whoever remembers those who came close?
Put the beat in the body bag the case closed
See, we can't be beat hate this game not me
Me and my homies
Mobbin' through these streets
We stay low-key, claim what y'all gone be
Talkin' through they teeth
(oh yeah they comin') , nigga we gone see
I'm off the music and medicine
Either usin' or sellin' it
You can't get under my skin
Insides protected by melanin
Ain't nothing better than breaking the rules
And accomplish something they never did
Who at the top? Bet I make 'em
Move out before they settle in
Increase the volume to the maximum
Put a price on my name catch 'em
Speaking 'bout me I'm taxin' 'em
Either I hop inside of the game and
Pray I make it far or
Buy a piece of land and set
Up shop like Pablo Escobar
I bet they watch you with
Binoculars especially when you popular
Just to get a piece of the pie
These niggas get to poppin' 'em
We do what we gotta do to get
It there is no stoppin' us
Runnin' up in establishments got 'em
Ready to lock it up
It's always winter time in this
Business so grab a coat
I'm like a rappin' chupacabra
I'm taking out all the goats
I had to break open the chains to
Get my feet on the plane
To touch the sky what you was
Fearin' I was never afraid, fuck the game
Who done told you this game ain't cold?
Better pray that your jump shot cold
It's either that or you represent
Niggas for real, my tracks are
Can't relax, if I do I won't blow
Walk in the building my cojones to the floor
Whoever remembers those who came close?
Put the beat in the body bag the case closed
See, we can't be beat hate this game not me
Sometimes you gotta learn to love
What you don't like me and my homies
Mobbin' through these streets
All these niggas out here man
They gon' throw a little pussy at ya
We stay low-key, claim what y'all gone be
But only one bitch can make you cum, you
Know what I mean? I mean that money
That green talkin' through they teeth
(oh yeah they comin') , nigga we gone see