Cold Sweat

Lyrics

[Intro] We've got a hot one for you Yeah, it's Mac Mall, comin' at you again with another one of those crazy hectic raps, you know what I'm sayin'? So, uh, strap yourself in and, uh, soak some dope Who put this thing together? Me, that's who Who do I trust? Me Hey, fuck you, man [Verse 1] Now, I was strikin' in the cut, 15's bumpin' While I'm rollin', hoes buggin', but niggas keep on muggin' Stopped at the phone 'cause this one hoochie beeped me Talkin' about she wanna get a player from the Faculty I said, "Check it out, baby, I'm sessin' the most And I've been doin' it since the '80s and it ain't said to boast" She said, "It's cool, I'm doin' a little babysittin' So pick me up in ten minutes 'cause I'm quittin'" Hung up the phone and it's on, preparin' for the date But first go get my gat 'cause this ho might be a snake I'm rushin' to her house doin' way past 50 Had the locks on my sock, Trojan too small to fit me I'm feeling hella juiced, or maybe it's the E&J I saw the bitch house so I parked in the driveway Got out the load and saw a gang of niggas staring at me But they didn't know the Erk & Jerk had me trigger-happy Went in the house and saw the bitch up on the telephone She hung it up and said, "Mac Mall, let's get this party on" She lookin' nervous, man, this bitch got me hella shocked It's somethin' smellin' hella fishy but it ain't the yacht Reach for my Glock, and just to my surprise Some fools run up in the house, about four or five I grabbed my gat and busted a cap to get 'em up off of me The fools fell, rush to the load, and now I'm Audi, G So I sit and plan up on they homicide I busted a cap up in the bitch, she took me on a ride So I chill and wait 'til the next day Creep real slow then I go through the back way I see her sleeping with the fool who was the mastermind Open the window and I jump through with my 9 I put the gat to her dome as I pulled the trigger And all I heard was the screams of that punk-ass nigga I didn't know that the motherfucker woke up I had blood on my face, then I loced up See, he didn't know I had suicidal tendencies 'Cause the fool want to try to see the end of me Looked at his head and it was red from the electric sight I heard him say, "Don't shoot me", then I took his fuckin' life Then I took his fuckin' life [Interlude] (I know you gonna dig this) Yeah, this KSES radio station And at this previous moment, you're listenin' to Sleep Dank And right about now, we gon' roll Mac Mall ass back in Come on in, motherfucker (Now here's my plan) [Verse 2] About that time, his boys musta heard the shooting, man Because I fell when the gat was still in my hand I got up outta there and rushed to the fuckin' cut I'm feelin' pain in my shoulder, man, what the fuck? I looked down and saw a gang of blood on my clothes And straight wounds from some motherfuckin' gauge holes I'm tryna drive but I feel like I'm finsta faint And all I saw was a pole and I went blank I wake up feeling hella noid in a steady panic I'm at the crazy house labeled schizophrenic In a straitjacket looking at some white walls Wearing the next nigga's drawers 'cause I broke some laws Next thing you know, they got your boy down on death row I stand up as the guards take me out my do' And on my way to the chair, man, I think, why? For a nigga life is hard but easy to die So now I'm sitting up in the chair waiting for a call Is this the end of the soldier they call Mac Mall? But if it is, I'm going out like a vet He pulled the switch and I wake up in a cold sweat Wake up in a cold sweat [Interlude] Yeah, this radio station KSES In full motherfucking effect Coming straight from the Crestside And no, we don't play no motherfucking R&B Or none of them punk-ass love songs We in this shit with motherfucking Mac Mall Hey, what's up, man? You spit that shit Yeah, man, it's kinda sick like that, though You let 'em know what's going on in your crazy-ass mind [Verse 3] I'm going crazy, going crazy in '93, I need some help Sometime I wonder who can be trusted, I can't even trust myself You don't even understand what's going on up in my head I got the cops, killers, and niggas who wanna see me dead My life is like a triple beam but I ain't living balanced The economy don't respond to me, now I'm living scandalous In the game, I have to sin, can't afford to live fake I might not make it to 21, but see, that's just a chance I take Sometime I wait on death because my life ain't worth a lot And see them steady getting tortured for them niggas who got shot What goes around comes around, a wise man said But I didn't know a hard head make a young nigga dead And still I got them feds who wanna see me in a penitentiary And plus the peckerwoods who'd love to be lynching me But all I say is "Fuck 'em" 'cause life is like a big stall On how I live in '93, I just need to end it all