Cold Blood Warm Nights

I like slapping people and people like getting slapped Maybe we could be friends, sounds like a good deal We could meet up and just beat the absolute fuck out of each other, sounds great! Lately stay low-key, I do not cap no more I'ma cap you if you showing at my street of course Dodging people in my city like a Matador I won't act like it'll be pretty, I been mad before See 'em coming through my rearview like you 'bout to floor But I got gas up in my pedal, and I'm past that Porsche If you got beef you wanna settle, you'll get shred and torn I got that blade, it'll leave you spread all like a bastard born Yeah, from a plastic corpse, you fake, faceless the way Take that name to my grave, but I missed it like fate Know 1-7 the date when I filled up my plate With the pills from the doctor to take away the pain Since then, nothing been plain, shit, I got demons to race And now I'm running my numbers and I been upping my pace Yeah, that gone run up my stake 'til I gone blow and create The existence I needed, bitch, there no freedom in chains I said Boy, get up off my dick, you ain't seen shit Boy, fucking with yo' clique like it mean shit Boy, rolling up my sticks, you a fiend, bitch Boy, don't think you exist, you on defense Your ego, finitio, them people be evil No see-through, I detour to run around I don't want to put them underground Hollow tip, bullet, I gut you out You see what I mean, do our chi, don't be equal I frequent the freak show then fuck around I got yo' bitch in my dungeon now She got that dick by the dozen now I got that clique that gone buzz them pounds Fuck up the court, we go run them fouls She the main course, know I love that sound Crying my name when our love in doubt That kinda fucked but I'm fucked up as well Cancer being spreading inside in my cells Keeping it cold 'cause I know I bring hell Bitch I stay froze 'cause it keep it me well I said Boy, get up off my dick, you ain't seen shit Boy, fucking with yo' clique like it mean shit Boy, rolling up my sticks, you a fiend, bitch Boy, don't think you exist, you on defense Boy, get up off my shit you ain't seen shit, yuh