Cold Blues ft. CT Fletcher & Ghostface Killah Lyrics

I'm CT Fletcher and I'm with Ghostface Killah and Monteasy and I got a motherfucking Message for the masses

Which one of you motherfuckers is coming in second

Cause all you motherfuckers know that I'm gonna win this motherfucking shit

There's a beast that roams the valley, tearing and ripping and killing

Destroying everything in his motherfucking path

I'm here to let you know that I am the motherfucking one that you heard about

I am the motherfucking one that your mama warned you about

The beast is here, Fuck Ya'll

You like a snake in the grass that strikes to bite

Dangerous mind that poison the waters

Walls up like trumps on all the borders

Porters, cribs like junkyard dog

Stacks your shit like you running a blog

I blow fog, smoke like you steaming out a box of clams

Ruku, strawberry, kush, purple yams

The scan is cash, roll the rules, a big bag

The bag of rubber bands, stacks in a green rag

Nigga, don't play with me

You ain't tight with me

Took the bird off my arm cause the shit kept biting me

Damn skippy Wu-Tang roots to are essential

My jewels shine hard like a verse on an instrumental

I ain't a genital, I'm a giant like Andre

Splashing pineapple with a whole glass of Bombay

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

Ayo we come through, run through

Supreme Clientele

What you gonna do

We give you the cold blues

We keep em running, running

We give you cold blues

Know that we hunting gunning

Ayo, we come through, run through

Supreme Clientele

What you gonna do

We give you the cold blues

We keep em running, running

Know that we hustling gunning

We give you the cold blues

Look, I told them I was back at it

Styles are pragmatic

Best I ever do it

Check The stats

Know I'm the passion

Wu-Tang, Emmitt Connect

I'm about to grinding

Back To Meth and Red

Know that I'm rock wildin

Get your WCW

Hall and Nash We Out siding

Truth is Never front for the outliers

Flippin' on them

Like Tony Hawk in 96

You don't want war

Tell me you don't want war

Now listen

You don't want to step to the kid

I promise this

Gonna take Michael Jordan type of dominance

Gonna take Tom Brady throwing them passes

Gonna take Mike Tyson throwing hooks and them jabs in

Compete with me

You're gonna need armies of weapons

No one do it better

Monteasy CT Fletcher

Ghostface Killah Wu Tang

Emmitt Team Monteasy

Dame Lillard from the shot 30 feet

Ayo we come through, run through

Supreme Clientele

What you gonna do

We give you the cold blues

We keep em running, running

We give you cold blues

Know that we hunting gunning

Ayo, we come through, run through

Supreme Clientele

What you gonna do

We give you the cold blues

We keep em running, running

Know that we hustling gunning

We give you the cold blues