Cold Corner

(album: 5 And Better Series Vol. 3: The Cold Corner - 2009)

Yeah!
Let's get to the money!
G-Unit done had enough of that bullshit, nigga! (Right?) (Yeah!)
It's a 2 G thing, boy!
Uh! PLK!
My corner cold! – My corner cold! (uh!)
My corner cold!
I'll make it warmer! (uh!)
My corner cold! (yeah!) – My corner cold! (yeah!) Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
My corner cold! (yeah!) – The cold corner! (boom!) Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
Icey as a fuck, you neva think I made it back from hell (naah!)
Everybody selling out! – Me? I'm coming back to sell! (yeah!)
This is for the jail cell – international and L (whattup?)
Gotta and my nigga Ace, I'm stunting in these niggas face. (right!)
Gucci bubble take, they takes me by the double
Trouble seems (uh!) to follow me (uh!) no time to sleep! – Thru the struggle. (yeah!)
Humble down, 'fore I make you, come around and I'm a chase you
Take you outta here, Impala stare, (blat! blat! blat!) 'rounds to the ankle. (whoo!)
I should thank you! – You haters brought me right outta my coma
Flashbacks of Barcelona now I'm 7 years older. (uh-huuh!)
Purple tree aroma, got my smoking weed diploma (ye-eah!)
And the microphone my bitch, in the booth – I beat up on her. (AHHMMM!)
On my block! – The teenagers is coming out the house tucked
Shorty only turning 8 and know to keep his mouth shut. (yeah!)
I hit him off with' something help him cop his favorite kicks
Niggas brought me up the same way. – It pro'ly made me rich. – BITCH!
My corner cold! – My corner cold! (uh!)
My corner cold!
I'll make it warmer! (yeeeah!)
My corner cold! (uh!) – My corner cold! (uh!)
My corner cold! – The cold corner! (yeah!)
Call me whatchu want hater, you mad you can't call me! (yeah!)
I'm pushing 400! – You on the corner with' ya 40! (40!)
40 acres and the vapors when you raking up the paper
In my candy-coated scraper, system waking up Jamaica! (boom!)
Take a portion of my formula! – I'll still be topping all of ya (yeah!)
Ring-rocking warrior, lower ya into a line! (yeeeah!)
Take a L on the street – before you win with the rhyme
Boy ya life is bullshit, (blat! blat! blat!) cause that's all you did with ya time. (boom!)
I'm born to win with the grind. – My catalog would pack a crowd
Wrist full of lights, chain swinging like Packie out. (whoo!)
20 Thou pocket stack, tryna see where it's popping at
Prepared cause I'm popular, paid! – And they ain't' stopping that! (boom!) (naaaah!)
My energy'll knock 'em back, I'm Blanka with the shock
Tonka with the truck! – Timbaland stomping with' the whop! (whop!)
Knocking up the block! – Rubberband popping when I shop
How can I be topped? – Niggas name-dropping to the cops! DAMN! – STOP!
My corner cold! (uh!) – My corner cold! (uh!) CAN'T FORGET
My corner cold!
My corner cold! (yeah!) – My corner cold! (yeah!) SHADYVILLE!
My corner cold! (yeah!) COME ON! – The cold corner! (boom!)