Tonalità: E major•
Verse 1
E
What the fuck is up, rise and shine, two funky rhymes,
fuck that restin' in time, we had our minds on the wrong thing
Searchin' for answers,
Em
flippin' all you chicks and strippin' babies with pampers
E
Let's rearrange the script, it's time to get some caddies,
do the same thing, utilize our hoods like our daddy's problems had me
Now I understand bein' a man is providin' the
ground for you crooks that just a stand and
Now I wait to see just how you fools will act,
should we get a nine to five or lock the fuck up in the jack?
Cause I kept hearing these
voices screaming
Wake your ass up,
keep turning the big picture and dreaming
And before your eyes,
your whole world was starting to crumble
Be like
Thurman, work your way up to the bone
And choke and fumble,
use the moment as the one next to me
Got the time, if it's a
Rolex, protect your neck
Em
I just might be carefully criming
E
The city's bitches steady screaming at
G's
When all they wanna do is smoke our
sweets and be our baby factories
Em
But nowadays we just get
booted and mashed
E
Em
Cause if you let it on the ship,
we'll kick in your ass
Tryna be the code
E
Let these motherfuckers know,
you the code
Let these motherfuckers know,
you the code
Em
E
Let these motherfuckers know,
Em
you the code I'm the code, bitch
E
Eleven years ago when 84
stood a youngster
Destined to be cold in
the field of a dumpster
Nine years of base, college fuck,
B student
Nothin' to the world,
just another nigga ruined
Back then I had no bitches,
never knew a bitch name
Niggas never knew me,
only few used to hang
My uncle used to want me to play ball cuz I
was toy used to send me to the boys
But practice with the ball for me
Em
I always knew that in my heart that with the pen and pad
E
Em
I could write the shit to make me sound like a star
E
I played this shit daily so my uncle would be satisfied all the time
practicing my writing getting wrong now things done got better
Em
I don't got bigger now.
I'm 14 in junior high
E
Then came the battles game after game
Em
average 17 going in to eighth grade
I'm 12 and 0 rhymin',
E
steady tearin' ass
Now I'm 15,
Em
wreckin' niggas after class
Takin' food titles,
E
Dakota's in the school
A undefeated nigga droppin'
fools to the hoop
Em
Now who wants to do this?
I dare to see the man
I'm sendin' fools back to pop,
lock, and break dance
I'm comin' for them high school niggas,
let em' notice
E
So later that I'm comin' in an
Em
d goin' out the coast
You the coast,
E
let these motherfuckers know
Em
You the coast,
E
let these motherfuckers know
You the code,
let these motherfuckers know.
Em
You the code, I'm the code, yeah.
There used to be a time when I was
just another face.
Rapping in the hood to them
E
beats without the bass.
Em
Doing talent shows,
never winning first prize.
Always falling second to them
R &B guys.
E
But never losing faith
in the shit that I did.
I kept on rapping local,
never kept my talents hid.
I started making tapes for my
Em
E
niggas in the hood.
They said to make a demo
and I told them that I would.
I never did the demo,
started fucking with it.
Yeah, I'm trying to get equipment
for the crib so I can jam
I finally got some tables and some
records and a mic
Wrecking competition when we
battle late at night
Em
My reputation grew and my
name was overflowing
E
Rapping in the jets at the parties
they were throwing
Em
And started making rounds
about the niggas that I knew
And all the crazy shit that
E
them niggas used to do
Em
And hearing motherfuckers
on my block sing my song
E
Em
And it was all good even though they
sung them wrong
Cause everybody knows
you the coldest words in here
A 16 -year -old motherfucker
takin' care of his
And still bustin' rounds
E
on my block like so
Em
And everybody bangin'
to my futuristic flow
Chicago,
Illinois,
Lake
Grove,
B .O .F .O.
E
They live the coldest motherfucker
Em
that you'll ever know
Who the coldest?
E
Em
Let these motherfuckers know
You the coldest
Let these motherfuckers know
You the coldest
Let these motherfuckers know
You the coldest
I'm the coldest
It's kinda like
Ain't no half -steppin'
It's
F -A -C -E -M -O -B for the record, no ques
A -L -O -W -T -A -F -F -N
The
Notorious
Snip,
Shiree and
DMG
No, it don't stop,
Em
feel these niggas pounding
E
Every single nigga with
the mic standing round it
Em
E
Nig ga, I've been cold
since I first broke light
Know what to say,
my mama should have really named me
Ice
I'm freezing cold,
Em
burning motherfuckers with a touch
Too close to be detained,
E
I freeze your brain in the slush
Em
Don't hush, say nothing, nigga,
E
bow down when I say
Em
Ease up, freeze up,
E
here come that nigga
Scarface
Em
They say who can get busy like this,
man?
They search the whole world,
but they're not fond of man
Like my nigga
Shiree, cuz he grab the mic
E
Em
and fucks it up for all of y 'all
All of y 'all
Thinkin' about the times
I reminisce way back
I'm thinkin' would I ever get the
B .O .C. where I'm at
Chi -town, native nigga, call it fuck with this
Cuz I'm the man,
and can't nobody fuck with this
And when a man is cold as fuck,
it seems you fuckers weren't a front
E
Get a chance, brother, say a little sax,
Em
be a sneaky mack
With all you bitches frontin',
wonderin' if life is a game
Watch the player wait,
I'll make it see, can you flip it the same?
coldest, let these motherfuckers know
You the coldest,
let these motherfuckers know
You the coldest,
let these motherfuckers know
Em
You the coldest, I'm the coldest
On the villa, give it to me
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