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Correct Cold Game Lyrics
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[Spoken Intro] See, that's the thing, when there's smoke, there's fire [Chorus: Jay 305] Who done told you this game ain't cold? They done claim that your jump shot cold? [Verse 1: Bunge] 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 for, 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! [Pre-Chorus: Jay 305] 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 [Chorus: Smokey and Bunge] 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 [Verse 2: Smokey] 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 [Pre-Chorus: Jay 305] 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 [Chorus: Smokey and Bunge and Spoken Word] 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
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