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Mir Fontane – Cold Lyrics

[Intro]
This ain’t that shoot ‘em up, that bang-bang bullshit nigga, nah
This that real, this that shit you can feel
[Verse 1]
Last year they put my homie on a shirt
And even though I’m good with words, I can’t explain how that shit hurt
And don’t ask me am I okay, that make it worse
Another body in the dirt, swear to God this city cursed
And we just tryna survive, I hope I live through 25
Lord knows that I tried, I seen so many brothers die
Take a look in my eyes, you see potential of a killer
Take a look at my skin, you think I’m just another nigga
First time I got robbed it was my guy, it was my homie
Weeks later he died, but shit I still feel like he owe me
Man, the city is crazy and half my niggas still in prison
Still locked up in cages, praying to God and hope he’s listening
Having dreams, fantasies of one day riding on my enemies
It’s a shame that nigga used to be a friend to me
Crooked police still tryna kill the black man
And Brenda still throwing babies in the trash can
[Chorus]
But everybody gotta eat ’cause it get cold in the streets
Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets
Lil’ niggas carry heat ’cause it get cold in the streets
Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets
They use the burner, cook the beef when it get cold in the streets
Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets
$outh$ide CMD, man it get cold in the streets
Cold in the streets, man it get cold, cold
[Verse 2]
When I die, f**k it I wanna go to hell
Understand life was hard so my story hard to tell
It don’t make sense goin’ to Heaven with the virgins
How I’ma live forever when my niggas probably burning
Brains on the wall soon as I put the word in
Bloodstains on the Persian, brain cells on the curtain
I come from the side where they shoot without feelings
Selling crack out the building, killing women and children
It’s dangerous growing up in the rough
Only Benjamin Franklin is the man I trust
Even with nooses you kids couldn’t hang with us
Choppas like Pornhub, always good for a bang and a bust
They screaming that crack kills, this the New Jack for real
Niggas letting bananas peel and shoot the diamonds off ya grill
I hear ‘em saying that they would but I know they never will
I’m just tryna fill-up banks and R.I.P. to Uncle Phil
[Chorus]
But everybody gotta eat ’cause it get cold in the streets
Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets
Lil’ niggas carry heat ’cause it get cold in the streets
Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets
They use the burner, cook the beef when it get cold in the streets
Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets
$outh$ide CMD, man it get cold in the streets
Cold in the streets, man it get cold, oh

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Mir Fontane – Down By The River Lyrics

[Chorus]
Down by the river and the hanky panky
My bro got shot by the bank-de-panky
And I damn near cried ’bout my homies outside
And everybody ducked when the truck rolled by
Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 mothers won’t see they sons no mo’
And I been up fo’ 3 nights in a row
Thinkin’ ’bout them gold bullets out that passenger door
Down by the river and the hanky panky
My bro got shot by the bank-de-panky
And I damn near cried ’bout my homies outside
And everybody ducked when the truck rolled by
Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 mothers won’t see they sons no mo’
Gold bullet shells out the passenger door
I just looked at my nigga like “dawg”
[Verse 1]
See I was raised in the CMD streets
All my friends was runnin’ through the rubber bands
It was rough growin’ up in the East
We was broke but now we do the money dance
‘Fore the iPhone I had a Tracfone
The Lil Wayne song was the ringtone
Can I tell you a lil’ story from the heart one time
‘Cause you know it get dark sometimes
See my big cous’ used to sell cocaine
He was so in love with the drug game
Used to pull bitches at the car wash
Used to bust traps at the Wawa
You know homie stay with the ocho
Young nigga runnin’ ’round loco
But he say he tryna move out the hood soon
Got a seed on the way, tryna get low but
One day he forgot his gun
Couple niggas went fast, asked what hood he was from
Stood up, tried to run cause he knew what it was
3 shots in his back left his face in the mud
And I still remember when I got that call
Tears in my eyes bloody knuckles to the wall
But my homies outside told me “hop in the ride”
They got guns on they thighs (oh my)
Oh my, I spy with my little eye
Five niggas and they music on blast
All wearing flags so my niggas hit the gas
f**kin’ blood bath when the truck rolled past
Coolant in the street, dead bodies on the ave
Heart beatin’ fast but my niggas just laughed
And we ran a red light, drove off in the night
And I ain’t ever been so scared in my life
I remember it was…
[Chorus]
Down by the river and the hanky panky
My bro got shot by the bank-de-panky
And I damn near cried ’bout my homies outside
And everybody ducked when the truck rolled by
Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 mothers won’t see they sons no mo’
And I been up fo’ 3 nights in a row
Thinkin’ ’bout them gold bullets out that passenger door
Down by the river and the hanky panky
My bro got shot by the bank-de-panky
And I damn near cried ’bout my homies outside
And everybody ducked when the truck rolled by
Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 mothers won’t see they sons no more
Gold bullet shells out the passenger door
I just looked at my nigga like “dawg, let me out”