Songtexte:
Cold World Hustlers

the piece, while I let him live a little longer Perbin' cause I'm drunk so my trigger finger's a little bit slow-er Hell's freezin' over, clickin' so hard we yellin' Cold World Hustler

a dose or a taste of this of this cold schoolin' And we be movin' heads and makin' fingers go pop Up and down these cold blocks, cold streets of the drops

B.G.) I ain't nothin,' but seventeen years old Want to fullfill my dream have a million records sold But niggas hatin on me everyday and that's cold I

: [50 Cent] Yeah, let's take 'em back Uh-huh.. Comin up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world Daddy ain

, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz [2Pac] As I approach the scene, from smokin' green Got my eyes closed, niggaz so cold

a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga

Yeah, let's take 'em back Uh huh [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world Daddy

in the day? (oh yeh, most deffently). Yeeeh..(yeah) I remember that (me too) {its the first of the month....} You know we used to get our hustle on? from

] Take a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin you none the less ?? that crazy muthafucka from the world