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Buhay Cali - Cold War Lyrics



Buhay Cali - Cold War Lyrics




Light the keif sink into these beats with no lifevest
Collide with Buhay and Nick must value your life less
Murder emcees in 187 dialects
My tech knowledge G but you can die via text
Readers digets choose your own adventure who wanna die next
At my worst word for word outwrite your best
Confidence shrink with every line like a sight test
Wrd to gza liquid sword slice necks
Take flights lik MJ get paid to play that's a mic check
Won't catch me on no bulls sh though this the lake show
Shoot a shot and you goin take 24 plus 8 more
That's a throwback bar here hold that bar
Lightweight but my break your f in arm
My inner circle out your reach squares
No empty threats or no regrets when you get wet like beach chairs

I alwyas raw dog the beat like it's daddy's rich
And seed it up with my words make it daddy's bish
They come to me to me die beat em to death with my spiral bible
Our revivals street scripture you worship idols
Your family calls it murder we call it survival
Sounds like Jason Vorhees stabbin tracks up
Hit em so bad the whole world feels the slap up
We the truth that's why I call my nine the polygraph
My 45 is last laugh the mossbergs's my autograph
You know I'd love to hand em out all day
Tickets to hell featuring Buhay and Faulty
Never met a victim that I didn't like
Never met a rival we couldn't kill on the mic
Everyday's for you a gift wanna bet your life
Guess you've never danced with me in the pale moonlight

I run game every time I spit it no gimmicks rhyme limerick but you critics still don't get it
Let it set in my brethren kick pain excedrin
You lames sitting tame no aim and no weapons
So step in you guessing I
M blessed with a message
No pressure west coast be the sector
Inspector catching wreck on deck with mad flows
Mad shows with mad dro why you mad bro
You could've done the same thing been in the same ring
But you was snorting cane blaming all the same things
No luck no dad yo momma was a nomad
No grad no pad your homie grabbed a toe tag
It's so sad a youngman covered in hurt you been in and ou of county plan shoveling dirt
Thats the product of your choice dude avoided issues
So listen to my voice I'm on a mission to fix you
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Light the keif sink into these beats with no lifevest
Collide with Buhay and Nick must value your life less
Murder emcees in 187 dialects
My tech knowledge G but you can die via text
Readers digets choose your own adventure who wanna die next
At my worst word for word outwrite your best
Confidence shrink with every line like a sight test
Wrd to gza liquid sword slice necks
Take flights lik MJ get paid to play that's a mic check
Won't catch me on no bulls sh though this the lake show
Shoot a shot and you goin take 24 plus 8 more
That's a throwback bar here hold that bar
Lightweight but my break your f in arm
My inner circle out your reach squares
No empty threats or no regrets when you get wet like beach chairs

I alwyas raw dog the beat like it's daddy's rich
And seed it up with my words make it daddy's bish
They come to me to me die beat em to death with my spiral bible
Our revivals street scripture you worship idols
Your family calls it murder we call it survival
Sounds like Jason Vorhees stabbin tracks up
Hit em so bad the whole world feels the slap up
We the truth that's why I call my nine the polygraph
My 45 is last laugh the mossbergs's my autograph
You know I'd love to hand em out all day
Tickets to hell featuring Buhay and Faulty
Never met a victim that I didn't like
Never met a rival we couldn't kill on the mic
Everyday's for you a gift wanna bet your life
Guess you've never danced with me in the pale moonlight

I run game every time I spit it no gimmicks rhyme limerick but you critics still don't get it
Let it set in my brethren kick pain excedrin
You lames sitting tame no aim and no weapons
So step in you guessing I
M blessed with a message
No pressure west coast be the sector
Inspector catching wreck on deck with mad flows
Mad shows with mad dro why you mad bro
You could've done the same thing been in the same ring
But you was snorting cane blaming all the same things
No luck no dad yo momma was a nomad
No grad no pad your homie grabbed a toe tag
It's so sad a youngman covered in hurt you been in and ou of county plan shoveling dirt
Thats the product of your choice dude avoided issues
So listen to my voice I'm on a mission to fix you
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Writer: Marlon II Abreu, Mike Sprigmore, Nick Grosshuesch, Randy Dominguez
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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