Cold War (feat. 38 Spesh) lyrics

Know what I'm sayin'? (Moose Tarantino) Huh Yeah Ayo I don't like to talk that much, I let a bullet bust Y'all so sweet, when we beef, I caught a sugar rush You never played the block with a sock full of stuff And if a dope head don't die it's not good enough I'm from the Roc' but I drove blocks to the Buff' Pull up to your spot, in the drop, with the wooden Buffs I stood in cuts, up top, where cops couldn't rush The hood is rough, you either in a box or put in cuffs Somehow, I managed to dodge both Can't take the paper with you, either way you gon' die broke I'm tired of hoes always braggin' 'bout what their job gross And fly coach to go and suck dick for a livin', her job gross Uh, I keep a .45 close when I buy a coat When I was young, I used to rob folks Don't know who to trust, that's why I put blindfold on my side hoes Only my mom know the address to the condos Convos behind closed doors Back in '04 I survived a Cold War when them guys froze Niggas get CDLs to drive loads, middle of the winter, they be prayin' for dry roads (ayo) Pass me the [?] and the golden horse shoe Heresy, you're lookin' like you needed someone to talk to Before you talk, I'ma talk to you first, that's what a boss do Or I'ma have you layin' stiff 'cross the table like the Camus corkscrew Well, I'm over cookin' the beef, that's when I more chew Worry niggas while gettin' ready for the funeral forced you To lay down in a rectangular box until they torched you And cremated with the both of your parents, created, endured you Would've amounted to somethin', it ended, it was nothin' Don't play with your life, bitch Bad gamble with my calculated movement Illustrious handle, listen See, I believe it's a good time I think you better fret, tonight I'm thinkin' I'm spittin' a good rhyme to get feedback from 'X So elaborate how I'm abundant with shine Probably had to text [?] talk to me That's when niggas wondered what happened next A situation transpired, so now your mans is vexed That's when you gotta go and get resourceful, scroll the Rolodex Godfather of this shit, I'm holdin' all the checks Regulatin' protons, neutrons and electrons Controllin' all the spec's Cokehead, you need to sniff a good line until you disconnect It's celebration time, you're gettin' to the money My nigga, big respect, and honor each other Don't bother me, brother, have some decency I'm unapologetic about how you not alignin' with this frequency Another level of supervision for the culture, this what it need to be Thirty-five years a body, but still been killin' 'em recently This feelin' great These niggas are particles, they ask for leniency Pardon God, I'm only bein' me (bein' me)