Cold Outside

[Intro]
(Husalah speaking in Arabic: Bismillah Ar-Rahim…)
Yo, yo, seem like these suckas and these hopers
Start to hatin' over a hustlas
'Cause they blind and they can't make it in the struggle
So many real ones in the place where I left at
Soon as I come back, I see less hustle
When the realness stop, all this fake shit killin' the guap

[Pre-Chorus]
I know you know what I'm here for
I don't feel them chills, you'll see then flash then you feel them shine

[Chorus]
Once again it's on, I swear to God I'm a mobsta
Even to the neck, late night, I keep my choppa
If they want funk then I'ma serve 'em propa
Hit 'em wit' that choppa, 'cause once again that's on my life I'm a mobsta

[Post-Chorus]
Even when it's cold outside, I'm out here, out here
Niggas want war, I'ma be right there, I'm right there, right there
They say they want war, they keep hidin' and runnin'
We no chat about that, oh yes we come through there

[Verse 1]
One thing about the Hus, yo I live for this shit
You see that 30 clip bitch I'm givin' out gifts
Yeah we come for the smother, my tears for yo motha
This world so cold, gunshots for your brotha
You shoulda really, really knew not to play wit' me
Blame ya self when ya head bust, don't put the blame on me
Even when it's cold outside, I'm out chea, out chea
This world so cold, we grew up poor, so we hustle
It's like they beg me to say sorry, 'cause I'm in the worry
I keep it solace, keep mobbin' like the ones before me
Deep in that heart, I know they weak man I know they story
Never speak on the street shit we eat wit'
You can run for your life but your murder's no secret
I look and now ya hidin' I know you're not one for dyin'
But we no play fossy game dat where I'm from
Cross the game say my name you delete wood
Them searchin', what you gon' do now?
They wanna hunt you, yes we out now
We no confused, it's the MOB tho' shittin on you suckas is our first move
Chalk the blue room, with the long thing I cruise
On sight knock 'em out his shoes

[Pre-Chorus]
I know you know what I'm here for, I feel them chills
You see the flash, then you feel them shine

[Chorus]
Once again it's on, I swear to God I'm a mobsta
Even to the neck, late night, I keep my choppa
If they want funk bruh I'ma serve 'em propa
Hit 'em wit' that choppa, 'cause once again
Oh yes it's the MOB bruh, MOB bruh, MOB bruh, MOB bruh