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The Purist Cold Hearts Lyrics

Last updated: 01/29/2013 04:49:23 AM

Stand up!
The niggas f*ck already men
’bout to pop off man,m

That’s how it is, just grind me ass kid
straight from Cube B done with big guns,
seen a lot of shit, 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 shit,
to think about shit, get life’s a bitch
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 shit, 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, nigga know what’s up.

I found, I got you nigga 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 bitch tryin to keep one hundred
It is what it is, you do what I’ve been knew it
so many nigga 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 niggas p**sy son.

Show all we got, show all we spot
smack your bitch ass 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 fuck 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 class the teachers path
on the road shit gets wow, do come squeeze in the skat
don’t tussle the last hook is accurate thunder
stupid niggas ’cause dumb shit,
I wrote alone can’t condone the bump shit.