Lyrics

[Intro: X-Raided & C-Mob] You throw rocks and hide your hands Mad I'm in the Justice League with Batman Your image is a fallacy I have an allergic reaction to you 'cause I got a fake nigga allergy The peanut gallery wants me to take a kneel Lil' bitch, that'll be a cold day in hell Yeah, in this game of life Too many would rather maliciously maneuver Than make genuine moves with integrity Foes pretend to be bros, and hoes wanna get chose But I'm not playing these dumb ass games You'll fuck around and get knocked off thе Chess board [Verse 1: X-Raided] All these lil' niggas likе to talk about each other Then they get around one another and call each other brothers But behind his back you're hissing and whispering, you don't trust that nigga Wanna convince other people to say "Fuck that nigga" A week later, be together like "I love that nigga" I'll be standing there like "What the fuck was that, nigga?" Got nothing to do with me, I stay above that, nigga But keep all this in mind next time you hug that nigga Drain your energy to fuck with them It sucks within, they syphon from your soul and your spirit like a death eater Speak behind my back and then they smile in my face behind a fuckin' grin 'Cause them hoes know that I'm a death bringer A hit dog gon' holler and you a dead ringer, lil' bitch Don't be a dead singer, naw, he just gon' point the finger Let all that resentment linger What is it to gain the world and lose your soul? I'm a believer [Bridge: X-Raided] I was staring at the clock and it was moving like a snail That could make you get salty and start weighing on your health Yeah, that can get costly, start weighing on your wealth That's the type of shit that make you start staying to yourself I'm proud to say I lived to tell the tale But them type of folk was hoping that we never would prevail There's a war going on outside, oh well Hold your breath if you hoping for us to fail [Chorus: C-Mob & X-Raided] That'll be a cold day in hell... lil' bitch I suppose maybe that's the way life goes Still ain't got no love for these hoes Never choose 'em over my bros Lil' bitch, that'll be a cold day in hell I suppose maybe that's the way life goes Still ain't got no love for these hoes Never choose 'em over my bros, lil' bitch [Verse 2: Joey Cool] Ayo, these niggas finna make me have to use my high voice Nigga, what you wanna do? But for the moment, inside voice I chose to be frozen, the coldest shoulder is by choice You meddle with me and that shit'll get your deprived, boy Look alive, boy! See, when the snake is in the open, that's when they get to rattling Battling whatever demon they perceiving inhabitant Actors in full pacifist attitudes that of a savage It catapults a fuckin' barrage of inadequate bastards First I really try to be the one supporting Even if I show for moral from a bird's-eye Who you get referred by? Best to come to terms and see humility That's when you'll really see what you was hurt by (Let's go) A simple public service announcement, no misunderstanding This is Que Sera Sera, it's a product, who business we handling Anybody get to resisting, them niggas is gambling Sit your five dollar ass down, Nino, I'm cancelling [Bridge: X-Raided] Staring at the clock and it was moving like a snail That could make you get salty and start weighing on your health Yeah, that can get costly, start weighing on your wealth That's the type of shit that make you start staying to yourself I'm proud to say I lived to tell the tale But them type of folk was hoping that we never would prevail There's a war going on outside, oh well Hold your breath if you hoping for us to fail [Chorus: C-Mob & X-Raided] That'll be a cold day in hell... lil' bitch I suppose maybe that's the way life goes Still ain't got no love for these hoes Never choose 'em over my bros Lil' bitch, that'll be a cold day in hell I suppose maybe that's the way life goes Still ain't got no love for these hoes Never choose 'em over my bros Lil' bitch, that'll be a cold day in hell