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letra de cold blood (shot down remix) - insane poetry

[verse 1: insane poetry]
if he woulda known today woulda been his last day alive
would he change up his ways taken the sign to slow his life down?
cuz right now he’s walking on the razor’s edge
and he’s an artist making millions and they hates celebs
they wanna do more than just break your legs
shooters do maneuver with rugers and ’bout to lay you dead
conspiracy theories to pay the feds
as they come and take your head
for the sacrifice cuz that’s the price for fame
you see your name got a price on it
and gang gang put your life on it
why you roll around a city litty off a bottle
puffin’ haze as you blaze not knowing you’re being followed?
with this nonchalant attitude is how this certain rapper moved
not knowing they were after you this certain afternoon
caught him lacking in traffic he wouldn’t give up his sh-t
got executed when they lit up his whip, grrah

[chorus: insane poetry]
they shot his ass out of cold blood
with no remorse for that sh-t done in cold blood
caught him slippin’ at the light and showed no love
let him have it now he’s gasping in his own blood
they shot his ass out of cold blood
with no remorse for that sh-t done in cold blood
caught him slippin’ at the light and showed no love
let him have it now he’s gasping in his own blood
[verse 2: shaw monsta]
these new rappers makin’ old mistakes
that 40 quake could leave a n-gga with a open face
where i’m from before your prom you got a open case
the judge sending him upstate and giving no debates
a lot of n-ggas move out the ghetto ’cause they know it’s safe
but get they whips swiss-cheesed cause n-ggas know the plates
it’s a full court press, n-gga clinging steps
shooters out to strike the clock reading one second left
yeah, they brought the shottie with the drum
kick your front door, it’s to put the body on the gun
lot of n-ggas down the dock, got no wire up or lung
chopper with the scope, just so i can spot it when it come
it’s a mob hit you might have called 9-1-1
chopper quake and shake the car make your side go numb
that’s some cold hearted sh-t got me rollin’ the kush faster
they ran up on this whip with the beam and the bushmaster (semi)

- insane poetry

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