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[intro]

in a case of emergency, you must break the glass
when yo’ b_tch get out of pocket, you must whoop her ass

[verse 1]

i’m layin’ you b_tches on yo’ back
and that’s a fact cause ask, still hoes i jack
i ain’t no joke i k!ll_a_hoe
fo_sho’ i’m throwin’ body blows

and then i’m throwin’ uppercuts
because i don’t give a f_ck
i’m knockin’ out you sl_ts
but so, f_cking what now get the f_ck up

before i beat that head up gets that pump up
my n_gga jumped the stock up
i think we need some corners on this corner n_gga
and i don’t care that you woman b_tches do

so i’m stompin’ and i’m whoopin’ on her sister’s and her cousin’s ass
(k.a.h. got some sp_ce, o.g. can regulate)
and sock these hoes up in they face
one_two, two t__th
when i let this [?] release
i’m separatin’ [?]
i’m puttin’ you chicks to sleep
i ain’t f_ckin’ witchu freaks

(i said i wouldn’t even love you baby
but the county check is tryna play me)

she got them god d_mn kids in my business
i’m writin’ a hit_list
to all the b_tches, baby mommas tryna take my riches
i’m goin’ outside to find these hoes

k.a.h. hoes go get blows
knockin’ down hoes
devastate, choke hoes
indo smoke

seven n_ggas yellin’ k!ll_a_hoe
k!ll_a_hoe, f_ck that b_tch, n_gga
i’m k!llin’ snitches and b_tches
and dumpin’ bodies in ditches

i said k!ll_a_hoe
f_ck that b_tch, n_gga
it’s the sicka
i’m finna drink this liquor
[verse 2]

i’m from the reala k!lla alcoholic hustla organization
came up through frustration and
now we murderin’ cross the nation
showin’ no love for these b_tches

they snitches and mack assassins, flashin’
just waitin’ to see yo’ cask’
game is droppin’ fast
one hustla to the next

we just came to check the tip
of yo’ chin
ready to sin
cause my n_ggas twisted off that gin

mobbin’ ten deep
sn_tch the skrilla, game complete
education so unique
real mentality from the streets

and for those that don’t know
the reputation from the [?]
is break the b_tch, dump the body
count yo’ stack and blaze the indo
fo_sho’ if i’m lyin’ then i’m dyin’
so i stay choked

so b_tch i know you don’t want me to pull my pistol out on you!

[verse 3]

eleven, m_th_f_ckin’ ways
to break five different b_tches with my m_th_f_ckin’ game
pimpin’ hoes like a mack
way back in 1973

creep to the scene
and clear the block
release my uzi magazine
got my b_tch slangin’

the a_1 yola for my cause
and all i do is hit the draw
more bounce to the ounce
i be the money makin’ top dog

glock, to the side of my hip
don’t trip it’s only in my nature
best believe i’m k!llin’ hoes
and regulatin’ haters

f_ck my enemies
cause you n_ggas can’t see
i’m the n_i double g
with the n_gga named taydatay

we be the loc_est
in any form of focus
it’s k!ll_a_hoe for life
and i’m the mother f_ckin’ [?]

[verse 4]

now with a, sock a b_tch
then drop a b_tch
then mop a b_tch
a proper b_tch

ain’t stoppin’ sh_t
when i c_ck my sh_t
to pop a b_tch
tryna pop a grip

cause if i don’t slang
i don’t eat, i don’t eat
i’m four deep in a jeep with heat
better get my g’s

with four deep to the four_ways
go with oj
k!ll a b_tch and get away with it
never will i save a b_tch

don’t wait for this
unexplainable to save a hoe
i take a hoe and break a hoe
then shake her like i’m shake_a_hoe

and make her blows
is what you gets tryna disrespect
check her, check her
[?] i roll her f_ckin’ neck

i leave her wet
and gushin’ just like a p_ssy
her guts all over the place
it’s k.a.h. i ain’t no rookie

[verse 5]

i’ve reached that point of my life
where i have to make that left
keepin’ up that strap
sellin’ up that crack don’t take another step

with speed i k!lla k!lla foe
i feel you tricks don’t wanna see
96 pushin’ 2000
and yo’ kids wanna be me b_tch

i’m livin’ all alone
to further my zone
and so it’s on and so it’s on
and take your sh_t

commence the flip until i’m known, hoe
we f_ckin’ on the flow, uh
the camera’s on the side i’m pushin’ rewind
for that late night show

the pressures of that world
makin’ me feeling kind of righteous
rollin’ up on me i might just
retract and take yo’ life b_tch

laggin’ to see the video
her sister hollered rape
my [?] man
since my crew is k.a.h

[verse 6]

first you f_ck with a b_tch
by trustin’ a b_tch
be friends with a b_tch
move in with a b_tch

be down again to the b_tch
and she gets mad and go sells all your sh_t
my k!ller alcoholic, hustlin’ tendencies
made me choke my baby’s momma til she could not breathe

best believe that i was keen and i was on weed and tanqua
man knows that [?]
and i grabbed that b_tch and tried to tangle her up
drunk as f_ck

black, white, or chinese
b_tch freeze
get on your knees, don’t beg please
open your mouth and get a couple of these

it’s k!ll_a_hoe
better recognized cold world
premier u.d.i
and 11/5, biatch!

[outro]

aw yeah, you know

it’s that sick ass k!ll a hoe ass n_gga, back in the m_th_f_ckin house, still breakin’ it down hoe, how i take a b_tch eyeb_lls out

have her sprung stuck on stupid you know, suckin’ d_ck and all that old crazy sh_t

but now, imma keep my hustle on in the nine_oh because you know, it’s all about that skrilla, and umm

imma get mine you know, up on the hill, down the hill, you know, in front the sto’, you know, wherever the f_ck i wanna go!

hooray to k!ll_a_hoe
hooray at last
hooray to k!ll_a_hoe
the horse’s ass

biatch!!!

- cold world hustlers

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