Cold Day in Hell lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Vic]
Oh yes I'm big, the B the I so I mack two Gs
Then comes the f*ckin' Vic the V-I and a couple of C's
Listening to the anger in my head sayin' I gotta stay drunk
While I'm waiting for this punk with this chrome pump
Lookin' a lavish n*gga as he sittin' on them gold thangs
Grippin' on his MAC looped up by a shoe string
Around the piece, while I let him live a little longer
Perbin' cause I'm drunk so my trigger finger's a little bit slower
Hell's freezing over, clique so hard we yelling Cold World Hustler
I can't contain, what I can't control
So I'm stumbling through the nineties and forever on the roll
Cause the neighborhood watch is watching cause I'm bustin'
Then the n*ggas in the Sucka Free'll have you slugging
It's a anything for money thang, a shortage in the dope game
The .32's are poppin' f*ck the fame, n*gga
I'm over the fence and up the stairs never reminiscing
Took my ski-mask off and slapped a new clip in
Time to fire up a joint cause it's hectic
Sirens fill the street cause n*gga I'm a suspect
Young ass n*gga banging barely copping [?]
If money wasn't a issue man I wouldn't pop that Rolex
A cold day, a cold week, a cold year, well
The thoughts of a past on this highway to Hell

[Verse 2: Rell]
Now as I decide to creep up from behind already Glock is c*cked
Now watch the body drop, my finger went back and forth
Repeatedly, rapidly n*ggas wanna jump bad with me
n*gga f*ck that sh*t that's why I copped me a Glock and went
Pop pop pop, I love the sound it goes click-clack
Pop pop pop, I watch is head go split-splat
Pop pop pop, I'm watchin' suckas go skit-skat
Pop pop pop, that was the jack for the crack sack
It's a shame for what a young n*gga go through
Smoking on that dank hoping a young n*gga pull through
I'm hoping that the five-o don't wanna roll through
They f*cking up my money while I'm tryna pay my dues
Man f*ck, what did I do to deserve this, yo I don't know
Born October 29th, a motherf*cking Scorpio
Me no have no morals, me no have no cares
And me don't give a f*ck if me be living or me be dead
So me creep through me motherf*cking streets
The only reason you no see me cause me creeping frequently
So then I c*ck back my Glock I'm clever n*ggas be gettin' took forever
Anything for money still, the way I'm livin' n*gga
Can't ignore ignorance, helplessness or selfishness
sh*ttiness or emptiness or incompetence from a n*gga
Hell will be a cold place, when they see my face
I'm gonna sell my cold rocks, up and down the hot blocks
Wait 'til they get a load of me, down in H-E-L-L
For n*ggas that don't know for once I'm sick ass R-E-L-L
It'll be a cold day in Hell before the Rell
Won't accept any sh*t from a b*tch or the next n*gga
[Verse 3: Taydatay]
Well you can step into the mind of a psychotic psycho
Gangbanging, creeping with my three f*cking eight-o
A baldhead I keeps my sag on you better watch your back
I'm quick to get my blast on I creep up from the cuts
Commit a 2-11 then I f*ck around and leave up from the scene with a, 1-8-7
He never had a chance it was dark
I let the nine spark as he stepped from his 'Lark
So call me Taydataker quick to pull a f*ckin' caper
Making money all the time, label me the f*cking mail maker
All about my grip, I'm stuck to the grind
I f*ck hoes in daylight then sell dope at nighttime
'Cause nighttime is my time and your time is short though
You can't tell me sh*t when I'm off that there indo
Creeping through the cuts just like a n*gga said before
I'm spraying up the party as I blast through the door
So run up or step up I'm down for the plot
I can't take no b*tches, ho truster I'm not
No b*tch before the crew that's what we say up in our clique
Cold day in f*ckin' Hell for this 4-1-5 sh*t

[Hook]
Cold day in Hell, these are, cold days for real, n*gga
Cold day in Hell, these are, cold days for real, n*gga
Cold day in Hell, these are, cold days for real, n*gga
Cold day in Hell, these are, cold days for real
[Verse 4: E-Sick]
One, two, three, four, five, f*ck it enough n*ggas to fill the bucket
Mashing down Third straight choking on blunts
40's hanging out the window best believe they got a pistol
Cold world hustling n*ggas just couldn't give a f*ck, b*tch
Dodging through the cut tryna stay on the under scene
Never trust a b*tch so myself was the only team
Started packing pistol 'cause of cream that n*gga took my life
Imagine even that, that's some sh*t I can't fight
Ain't nobody help me the corner's getting hot as f*ck
I stopped shootin' dice in nine trey, there was no luck
Drinking more and more smoking dank getting f*cked up
n*ggas still dying, but still I can't give a f*ck
Always stressed, deep depressed, my di*k is in the dirt
Head is aching, knees shaking, I gotta put in work
Sleepless late nights popping pills so I won't go to sleep
That's the life I'm living right now in these cold streets

[Verse 5: Maine-O]
It's enough to make a n*gga wanna take his pistol grip
And buck, buck, buck him with that motherf*cking heat sh*t
Play me not, you tryna plex over them cheeks
But little did you know that I been killing sh*t for peace
Marks, punks, and b*tches, keep me personally protected
No funk intended, I just intend to be respected
I been constantly jacked, bossed, and tossed in the cell
Got the kinda story to tell about a cold day in Hell
Hammers rammed in the dirt, 'cause we be slamming on tape
Paid dues and been accused for everything from murder to rape
Yeah it's ya' mane Maine I'm posse-in' up with assassins
I'm bucking down these corners tearing n*ggas in halves
And n*ggas try to plot plex, and play me
But I be popping cops and busta n*ggas on the daily
I got my shady-shady n*ggas like an oak tree
And now my guage be first to be sure you don't smoke me
Laws can't draw slow, I'm packin' my four-four
My ho's name is nina but I think I need a little more
I pick 'bout four gats, that's having whole clicks booking
And n*ggas getting filthy cause my hookers bout they hookin'
Having no remorse, as I'm watching n*ggas scatter
And of course I got the force of my ratter-tat tatter
[?] they ass, with some hollow point spray
My dope spot's hot, but in Hell it's a cold day