In Cold Blood (Remix) lyrics

by

Twista


[Intro: 50 Cent]
50 Cent, man, it's goin' down, you heard me?

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yo, Wise came home Far Rock edge, man, I figured I'd drop in (Woo!)
Bless him with a lil' short change to go shoppin' (Uh-huh)
Buzzer don't work, elevator sh*tty, staircase p*ssy
His sister ran out huggin' on a n*gga, she missed me (Woo! What?)
Momma living room, she sipped Cristy till you was p*ssy (Woo!)
Told 'em n*ggas tried to blaze me last night but they missed me
In the CL, some n*ggas wet the driver side door (Uh-huh)
I had my vest on, I put the f*ckin' pedal to the floor (Ahh!)
Her son facin' her for a less or tens, he hurtin'
They be hollerin' like, "50, let us put some work in"
Today's a nice day if it's a nice night, somebody gon' die
It is what it is, my n*gga, why ask why?
See, I stay in some sh*t in the street
But the n*ggas Uptown love me like they love Pistol Pete
You heard me?

[Interlude: 50 Cent]
Haha, haha!
Brrat!
Y'all n*ggas eat that, n*gga!
Live with that!
[Verse 2: Scarface]
I started small time, dope game, pushin' on the corner
Twenty cent cook-up, fifty flippers if you want 'em
Full of formaldehyde, my clothes reekin' marijuana
Cops rollin' up on us, my neighborhood's like a sauna
Pistol-grippin', insurin' won't nobody run up on us
But if they do, f*ck 'em, we murderers, n*gga, dome 'em
I ain't playin' no games, I'm on a mission for the change
Motherf*ck being a lame, I'm ten toes in the game, deep
I can't slip, this whole world want me sleep
See, I hustle like a predator and prey on the weak
And playin' for keeps, 'cause see, it's a thin red line
Between a n*gga gettin' his and me gettin' mine
And plus I'm a n*gga with that feelin' like it's my time
And anybody standin' in the way of that is dyin'
I bust nine, how many times I gotta warn you?
I ain't the one who pushin' buttons in the sight of my gun
I'm the real live version of the Corleone family
So I spit this clearly, so you hoes'll understand me

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks & (50 Cent)]
I had my eyes on that Mascara
Mami, the Maybelline queen
Dolce Gabana, Fergano gettin' choked in the sauna [explosion]
She had a dot on her face like Madonna
Dressed like she date a designer
Look so good, I spent a day with her mama (Woo!)
Tried to break her, bring her, beat her, eat a plate of lasagna (Uh-huh)
Grab some paper, bring the heater case it's haters behind ya (Ahh)
They call me Bandana Bank$, baby, I clap your homie, homie
Then I'm through with her, go holla at Macaroni Tony (Tony Yayo)
In the back with a few cup of Henny, baggy pants to tuck the semi
Case you get too f*ckin' friendly, my clique as tough as any
Stuntin' plenty, I don't trick a penny (Haha!), get your own sh*t
Callin' me with questions will only get you a phone click
[Chorus: Scarface]
I can squeeze without blinkin', I'm a cold-blooded n*gga
Bank robber (Ooh), I'm a natural born killer
Drug dealer, anything it took to survive
Even if it took a n*gga to die, I'm a gangsta, ri—
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