The Purist - Cold Hearts lyrics

Stand up! The n***as f*ck already men 'bout to pop off man,m That's how it is, just grind me a** kid Straight from Cube B done with big guns Seen a lot of sh**, even on the run Man kick or die for f*ck em with the slums My body went on, release for my gun Blowed up two clips about to be some sh** To think about sh**, get life's a b**h Just pulled pout and join the toe And above the slim Police got ahead, but I ain't give a f*ck I'm real about the sh**, the rest see all but The hood for life, they gotta throw it up In the clutch, the thund, you can get me the ball Can't be on the grind wind keeps that war, stand tall Down by law, who want more? I am three click, n***a know what's up I found, I got you n***a shooting three throws But I'm shooting sloves, then I let you meet loaf I might been the rules, but never what we for We see is going dumb, we're feeling real mob A leaf with a bunch of hoes, do us then do.. We never feed em after two cups on an empty stomach We have a fake b**h tryin to keep one hundred It is what it is, you do what I've been knew it So many n***a sort of darkness soon their wrist is glewing They keep and care enough to lift a f*cking bowing I ain't think you wanna take this where you're going Then everybody is losers, I'm in the wind collum F*ck and tryin to tell you, they got been a problem That's just a Michael cousin, had that they lot of .. These n***as p**sy son Show all we got, show all we spot Smack your b**h a** out your John want rebox Haters can't f*ck with the bus jerk Can't f*ck with the boss jerk Don't rock gaters but I f** with..surance Now dress like you have seen fighters Type of flict and shirt..lighters The pipe pipers sayin little pistle To catch a pradator, to catch the senator Minister society tryin P and I'm dead in you Head in the cla** the teachers path On the road sh** gets wow, do come squeeze in the skat Don't tussle the last hook is accurate thunder Stupid n***as 'cause dumb sh** I wrote alone can't condone the bump sh**