🎵 Cold Young Niggaz // by Havoc & Prodeje

2 ContributorsCold Young Niggaz Lyrics [Intro] Ay, what's up with them niggas from the Murder Squad? Yo, them some cold muthafuckas on the block Yeah, but before it's over, I'ma let 'em know How a young bitch can flow Yeah, Mobile Noble, hear that shit that them bitches was talkin' about the Murder Squad? Yeah, man, I heard that muthafuckin shit Yeah, we gon have to let them bitches know how niggas on the block flow shit [Verse 1] Pull up and shut up, muthafucka, here's a death wish A mafia track from the black jack, I rip shit The [?] just tearin' niggas to small shreds Buck one time, you niggas better off dead, I said On the streets I was told, yo, to shoot to kill Pack the steel and ge ill when it's time to kill One crazy muthafucka Guillotine the punk suckas cause they shit's not gangsta Wake up to break up, I'm takin' niggas out real swift Rammin' my fist in your chest like a forklift Grabbin' your skull, slam it quick to the concrete Another dead muthafucka on a dark street Who said that you said that I said pain's deep A permanent sleep, little creep fuckin with me H-A-V [?] keep your ass guessin' I keep a chrome Smith & Wesson Ten man standoff, blowin' shit to smithereens And using your brain as a joke on Halloween No man's land is a war zone, so I can get my smoke on And crunch yo ass like a snowcone Niggity niggity niggity niggity nutty You're trippin' and trippin' and trippin' cause my gangsta style is crazy Ain't no thang cause I hang, bang and murder ya Your no track ass will be grass cause I'm servin' ya 911, yo where the 211 house call Yeah, the .44 blowin' brains on brick walls The criminal gang, TMG, Deep Freeze, and the Murder Squad I'm gettin' set for the homicide MAC-10s, AKs, yo and pistol grips A nine, M11 and an extra clip Straight set cause I'm nuttin' up And my attitude is "Fuck em" cause Havoc don't give a fuck [Verse 2] Figure how to smoke a muthafucka Split his fuckin skull and mail his brains to his brother Cold young niggero, show up for the bigger role Takin' punk hoes, makin' em pose on the figueroa, yo Makin' money ain't the fake shit Niggas wanna break shit, so they get they ass lit Over on the block, I was told how to smoke crews Even at the schools, I [?] with you wack fools Tryna be a G, double E, but couldn't be The muthafuckin G was the P the R the O the D The graveyard shit from a felon with a MAC And niggas, it's a fuckin 211 on your back Another style to flex for your niggas on the tip So busy talkin' shit, don't even know you're suckin' dick The Rhime Son put another nigga in the dirt, G Thinkin' he can hurt me, pissin' on a track, see Mother taught me, Prodeje, to never give a fuck And muthafuckas jealous cause the niggas comin' up So buck buck buck, it's a smokefest, fool It's ninety fuckin two, the Murder Squad is comin' through And now we got bitches on a dick and muthafuckas dissin' Niggas comin' over, cut the chickens in the kitchen Niggas want beats when they couldn't wrap a present Coppers gettin' mad cause the niggas livin' pleasant Broke bones, broke domes, smoke chrome Muthafuckas tryna move on the rap zone Weak niggas from a weak clique tryna be quick But ain't even harder than my dick I struck up, I came to fuck up, so nigga, what's up? I nut up until you shut up before you get cut up But know what, you wanna blow up, so nigga, so what? The cold young niggas got yo asshole tore up [Chorus] A young nigga on a warpath Cold young nigga from the block A young nigga on a warpath Bringin' it strong to the muthafuckin weak A young nigga on a warpath Cold young nigga from the block Bringin' it strong to the muthafuckin weak Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 3] Muthafuckas try to come and get with this But you can't fuck with the crew with the endless Production function, punk came fraudulent Wes has elements I got a body, bring it on cause I wanna see How many niggas wanna fuck with the S.C Duck down cause I'm comin' through your neighborhood Bang, bang, bang, muthafuckas did nothin' good They like rabbits, jumpin' on my dick quick Flick a dick in your mouth like a stick, bitch Don't try to come and get a whiff and a sniff Of the shit that I sling so swift when I rip Westside playa, nigga, nigga, did you figure That the two W's couldn't use and abuse You confused, I lit the fuse, you blowin' up Another punk in the cut [Chorus] A young nigga on a warpath Cold young nigga from the block A young nigga on a warpath Bringin' it strong to the muthafuckin weak A young nigga on a warpath Cold young nigga from the block Bringin' it strong to the muthafuckin weak Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 4] Yo, is it my dress code or my apparel Or the way that I'm lookin' when I pull the double barrel Point blank on the niggas with the quick spray They wanna stab, so all the suckas get sprayed Ain't feelin' no mercy, now tell me what for I've been livin' where locs fall to the floor Duckin' from the caps and all the bullets But it wouldn't amaze me to know a Mexican woulda pulled it Cause I feel danger everywhere I go In the alley, in the hood, yo, even with my hoes But I gotta put the green in my pocket So I'm diggin' and gafflin', and drive away laughing I kill a punk, yo, before he kills me That's how it's gonna be till I R.I.P So muthafucka, yo, brother, you better know that In case you get stoned or some sissy try and blow that Cause there's only two things that the Jell knows How to pull a trigger, yo, and give a bloody nose So I suppose you think I'm bluffing Talkin' so much shit, you try to play me like I'm nothin' But nigga, daddy Jell is cold blooded And the life that I'm livin', don't try and tell me how to run it Cause I ain't the wrong nigga to fuck with But you'll get fucked, yo, if you get stuck with [Chorus] A young nigga on a warpath Cold young nigga from the block A young nigga on a warpath Bringin' it strong to the muthafuckin weak A young nigga on a warpath Cold young nigga from the block Bringin' it strong to the muthafuckin weak Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Interlude] Yo, baby, this is how niggas from the Murder Squad flow shit So what you females gotta say about that muthafuckin shit? Girlfriend, what you wanna do? Let's rip some muthafuckin shit up in here [Verse 5] You done got yo clown on, now it's time to get mine back I'll show you muthafuckas exactly where my head's at Talkin' much shit because mine I can back up To all you stupid niggas shouting "Bitches", your mama's one And you can't touch me, nor can you fade me An educated lady comin' up in the 90s Tossin' up niggas, leavin' problems behind me That's the way it must, and it will, and it shall be Never being scary and never should you doubt me I pull the fuckin trigger and laugh while I do it, see So never underestimate a lady with class, G To all you niggas out there tryna think what you dindlin' All you cocks makin' coochie hound dogs Thinkin' when it come to women, you can get yo clown on? Here to burst your bubble, just a touch of your own medicine Takin' up on all women here in this predicament Now my real muthafuckin name is Shannon If you listen, then a bitch will start comparin' me to another No, I ain't the one The special lady of the 90s, don't compare me to none [Interlude] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 6] I give no meaning to cold young niggas from the block I'm a blunt smokin', trigger happy bitch with a daily grip I clock money in my pocket, money go in, money come back Fillin' up prescription, blockin' dollars by the train track Take my business serious cause hustlin' ain't a joke The nine I pack, I'm watchin' my back so that I won't get smoked I put my mind at ease, so I just light up the ganja I take a pull, I take a blunt, and then I take a plunger Deep, deep, deep in my mental frame of thought Higher than a mutha [?] [?] knock off, straight flippin' Tryna keep a low profile cause undercovers trippin' This is how I make my living, hustling is my job Taggin' MCs, slangin' the ki's and down with the Murder Squad Coming from the mouth of a female and I know you're shocked That's the way it is, being a cold down bitch from the block [Outro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah