In Cold Blood

Run with me or run from me

Pussies don't get pussy

Yeah

I murdered all of my foes, contract killin'

20K'll get your grandmammy pinned to the ceilin'

Midst of the war, I piss on graves

Kids get grazed by my piss poor ways

Never could imagine it, livin' with paralysis

Should've checked your rear view, made a better analysis

Wack Yayo, caught him slippin' while he snort dust

Cold blood, bullet hit him like a tour bus

Check the time on my Movado

My jazzy bitch a mulatto and think it's petty to model

Suede Louis on my feet, still runnin' the street

And I never missed a heartbeat

Family over the money, money over the bitches

Money don't mean nothin', then why they callin' it riches?

I'm addicted to watches, mama tellin' me stop it

Got one over 50, 50, you better watch it

Do him in cold blood

Look him in his eyes, may do him with no gloves

Beat the case like Orenthal

Above the law, it's so hard to pin the big dog

Live on, so I still bark

In my earliest convenience, I'ma kill y'all

Make a lil' cake, haters wanna envy

God wanna see you **** in a Bentley

Family over the money, money over the bitches

Money don't mean nothin', then why they callin' it riches?

I'm addicted to watches, mama tellin' me stop it

Got one over 50 and keep 50 in my pocket

Limousines for the don, number three is the charm

Flee red carpet, chillin' E on my arm

Purple rain

Smokin' head, smokin' weed, call it purple brain

I'm in the purple label, daddy got a purple heart

Not in the service, but I'm swervin' in a purple car

Once the bitch need an oil change

I go and buy a new one 'cause I'm spoiled, man

Family over the money, money over the bitches

Money don't mean nothin', then why they callin' it riches?

I'm addicted to watches, mama tellin' me stop it

You know I'm totin' the rocket, so don't make a **** pop it

Ayo, what's up, man?

This the boy Bang 'Em Smurf, man

New York, what up?

Queens, what up?

M-I-A, Ross, man

We finna ride on all these ****, man

They know what it is, man

The whole Southside stand up

Ice, Kwame, roof over your head, folks in the Bay

We still doin' it big, my ****, ain't shit changed

Gangster Flip Records, Maybach Music

You know what's goin' down, we doin' it big for the '09

Ross, big up this ****, man

He don't know what to do, he like a pit right now

South Jamaica, Queens, man

Peace to Ross and the clique, man

M-I-A, man

This **** trippin'