Cold Blooded

[Intro: Criminal Manne]
What's up? (What's up?)
Criminal Manne, Mister Manne up in this motherfucker
Straight from The Family, bitch (Haha)
I got my folks, that bitch V-Dog, nah
Nah, that ho that you haters can't stand
But she here to take a stand, so really, though
To all you bitches and bitchboys, do the math, you hear me?
So, V-Dog, let that shit rip now, nah, for real
Show them bitches and let them hoes know they can't fuck with you
You hear me? (You hear me?)
Hahaha

[Verse 1: Mac V-Dog]
I'm a cold blooded bitch and with the mind of a gangster
Quick to hit you for yo' shit, money or dope, nigga, I pick
Go to war, fuck sayin' it's whatever, stupid bitch
With my nigga Mister Manne, purple Chevy thang, windows tinted
Hurtin' these niggas who fake hard
Hurtin' these haters we don't barr
Got some anna' with me? Mane, once again, I'm on Hyde Park
Posted up, thats how I be, I'm ten toes just like a G
Gangster man, I'm outie five, yeah, that's me, V-D-O-G
Niggas hate it when I flow, hoes love me when I'm broke
Cliqued up with the K.C.G. and you'll never see us, low
On the top like once again, watchin' these niggas who 'posed to be straight
'Posed to be straight but V-Mac hate, so how the fuck you think you gon' win?
Fake the deal like you want it, tryna put V-Dog in a clique
In a clique where I'd be, in a ditch will you be sittin'
Shit his drawers, while ass crawlin', I'll be strapped with my nine
Pullin' the trigger in no time, 'cause I got a gangster mind

[Interlude: Criminal Manne]
Mane, that bitch V-Dog is crazy, mane
But now I got my nigga, the Killa
Killamac, straight from the Skimask Troopaz
Flat bumpin' on you bitches, mane
So, Killa, do it to 'em, dog, mane, do it to 'em
I don't think they ready for you, but really, though

[Verse 2: Killamac]
Lil' Killa tryin' to stay away from sick slithers
Who roll with Kney-Assassins, who blowin' they nuts while hittin' that liquor
Used to be real with 'em, used to chill with us, now you wanna kill us
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
You wanna peel us like bananas, slick, anna' got you spooked
When you see Southern soldiers, Killamac, and three more troops to execute fatality
On my enemy, no regret
My rivalry, catchin' these flys and see just makin' 'em hit the ditch
Ship overflowin', graveyard growin' 'cause the bodys I deliver
We are chargin', paid the cost, quit they life to Mac Killa
Mista Dre', that's make ya day, while we flee from the scene
In the Yukon with RedRum, stay strapped with that beam, move on

[Verse 3: Lil Grove]
Mind blowin' with the G-L-O-C-K
Soultaker for you haters, they gon' darken up your day
It's the cost you gotta pay, don't rest in peace is what I say
To a bitch-boy nigga who won't look me face to face
I gotta erase 'em off the map, he swing low but high cap
Black straps is all I see when I creep with P.C.P.
Casualties up in the dirt, Mister Manne let's put in work and lay these other suckers off when they come up on our turn

[Outro: Criminal Manne, Lil Grip & Mista Dre']
Hahaha, I told you, now you know, bitch
You fakers can't fuck with a real
I'm Mister Manne, from Hoe Yean Know Records
You wanna get with it?
You gotta get bucked down first, nigga
But anyway, y'all be on the lookout for that shit, the 187 solo-junt, Lil' Grip, that bitch, Lil' V-Dog
The motherfuckin' [?], and my nigga, Killamac
And I'ma send some shouts out to my nuts
Mane, fuck that shit, it ain't my hood (It ain't my hood either)
Hmm-hm (Haha)
Yeah, this Lil' Grip up in this motherfucker
Comin' straight from West Memphis, y'all hear?
(Yeah, we out this thang, mane, Dre', Dre' cut that shit off)
Dig that?