Babies cryin' brothers dyin' and brothers knocked Shit is on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, world
It was the night before New Year's, and all through the projects Not a was silent, not even a Tec Outside as I'm stuck, by who put fear And on the spot before the pigs were dere You know hoods robbers snipers new in sight, blue and white They escape before them the fuckin' lights Gunshots, shatter first floor window Shells hit the ground and blood the dice game broke callisthetic, any style you set it Beat toothless, physically cut up like gooses But with iron on the sides took no excuses Therefore, your fifty-two was useless Links was snatched off necks, scars on Jackets took, after bullet rips through Against those who felt the from the steel made em fold And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his worker, who was caught for his bomber No time to swing the hammer was hangin' from his Farmer's And bugged how some niggers catch slugs And pockets dug from except check stubs And it does, sound ill wars in Brownsville Or robberies in Red Hook where feds look For fugitives to shoot cops, niggers on roof tops For his CREAM he stashed in a But he was hot, and the strip was filled young killers You don't suspect, so cops creep caterpillars And born thieves stay hooded extra bullets Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder Similar to hit men who pull out and then Drop those who crack like tacos Mexican Rapid, recipients cashin' checks again Back to the spot on Lexington
cryin' brothers dyin' and brothers getting knocked Shit is on the block and you got me locked down In cold, cold world
We be runnin' the cops, bustin' off shots Shit is deep on the block and you got me down In cold, cold world