"Judgement Day" lyrics
Mm, yeah, yeah
This shit is crazy, yeah
Let me get them vocals up a lil' bit, yeah
[?] a minute rider
She don't know a thing about her
Real more, I'm thinking 'bout I-
A lotta words, a lotta words
As I observe, around a curb
Thinking you can fuck with Cole, you got a lotta nerve
A lotta niggas out of luck, a lotta niggas out of work
I got a story for you
Listen, uh
If judgement day was one away, how many of my niggas gonna die right here in front of me?
Tried to tell 'em put the gun away, but he got-
Vengeance on his mind, judging' jury, death sentence on his mind
Breath scented with cheap wine from the Quik Stop 'cause he been up all the time
I ain't sure, but, I swear that he be cryin' when he by himself
Then get high as hell to take the pain away
And even when the sun shining, he walk like it's a rainy day
Hoodie up, fantasies to shoot the whole city up for what that bitch did to him
Gave the wettest pussy and the greatest head to him
Which in turn, led to him locking her down
Jewels he be coppin' her now, she rockin' it well
Raw doggy, when he knockin' it down
Of course now she tellin' him, that he got him a child that's growin' in her
Slick bitch, cause she be blowin' niggas from around the way, still
Damn, the bitch play ill
Can't turn a hoe into a housewife, 'cause a bird don't stay still
I told that nigga years ago, knowin' someday that the tears would flow
Now we here and wouldn't you know
He learned the baby ain't his, the whole hood fucked, the lady ain't his
To make it worse, when he dropped the changer locks to the crib
She put bruises on her face and sent cops to the crib
Keyed his car, slashed tires and shit
At his job, screaming and crying, she done got his ass fired and shit
Now he can't make rent, on the phone with his niggas talkin' 'bout
"You remember that twenty dollars I lent?"
Or we could wait from rock bottom and that's when the bitch sent
Her older brother and his niggas, they was hard as cement
"You put your hand on my sister nigga? You fucking crazy?"
Left my nigga leakin' thinking, damn I wish they sprayed me
'Cause this life is a fucking bitch
Now he on some other shit
On some "if I got a night, give a hug to my mother" shit
I looked into his eyes, saw the darkness that covered it
1987 Mel Gibson, Danny Glover shit
Lethal weapon in his jeans, heart filled with sorrow
He told me "Cole, you got twenty dollars that I could borrow?"
I hit him with some bread and ask him where he was headin'
He said "I'ma kill them motherfuckers and repent before tomorrow"
Say what?
I'ma kill them motherfuckers and repent before tomorrow
Judgement Day
Huh
Fayettenam
This shit is crazy, yeah
Let me get them vocals up a lil' bit, yeah
[?] a minute rider
She don't know a thing about her
Real more, I'm thinking 'bout I-
A lotta words, a lotta words
As I observe, around a curb
Thinking you can fuck with Cole, you got a lotta nerve
A lotta niggas out of luck, a lotta niggas out of work
I got a story for you
Listen, uh
If judgement day was one away, how many of my niggas gonna die right here in front of me?
Tried to tell 'em put the gun away, but he got-
Vengeance on his mind, judging' jury, death sentence on his mind
Breath scented with cheap wine from the Quik Stop 'cause he been up all the time
I ain't sure, but, I swear that he be cryin' when he by himself
Then get high as hell to take the pain away
And even when the sun shining, he walk like it's a rainy day
Hoodie up, fantasies to shoot the whole city up for what that bitch did to him
Gave the wettest pussy and the greatest head to him
Which in turn, led to him locking her down
Jewels he be coppin' her now, she rockin' it well
Raw doggy, when he knockin' it down
Of course now she tellin' him, that he got him a child that's growin' in her
Slick bitch, cause she be blowin' niggas from around the way, still
Damn, the bitch play ill
Can't turn a hoe into a housewife, 'cause a bird don't stay still
I told that nigga years ago, knowin' someday that the tears would flow
Now we here and wouldn't you know
He learned the baby ain't his, the whole hood fucked, the lady ain't his
To make it worse, when he dropped the changer locks to the crib
She put bruises on her face and sent cops to the crib
Keyed his car, slashed tires and shit
At his job, screaming and crying, she done got his ass fired and shit
Now he can't make rent, on the phone with his niggas talkin' 'bout
"You remember that twenty dollars I lent?"
Or we could wait from rock bottom and that's when the bitch sent
Her older brother and his niggas, they was hard as cement
"You put your hand on my sister nigga? You fucking crazy?"
Left my nigga leakin' thinking, damn I wish they sprayed me
'Cause this life is a fucking bitch
Now he on some other shit
On some "if I got a night, give a hug to my mother" shit
I looked into his eyes, saw the darkness that covered it
1987 Mel Gibson, Danny Glover shit
Lethal weapon in his jeans, heart filled with sorrow
He told me "Cole, you got twenty dollars that I could borrow?"
I hit him with some bread and ask him where he was headin'
He said "I'ma kill them motherfuckers and repent before tomorrow"
Say what?
I'ma kill them motherfuckers and repent before tomorrow
Judgement Day
Huh
Fayettenam
