Babies cryin' brothers dyin' and brothers getting is deep 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 as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear And on the spot before the pigs were dere You know hoods snipers new in sight, fuck blue and white They escape them flash the fuckin' lights Gunshots, shatter first floor window hit the ground and blood stained the dice game Whether broke callisthetic, any you set it Beat toothless, physically cut up like gooses But with iron on the sides took no excuses Therefore, your handblocks was useless was snatched off necks, scars on throats Jackets took, after bullet rips coats those who felt the cold from the steel made em fold And squeal, once the metal hit the of his grill worker, who was caught for his bomber No to swing the hammer that was hangin' from his Farmer's And it's bugged how some niggers catch And dug from everything except check stubs And it does, sound ill like wars in Or robberies in Red Hook where feds look For fugitives to shoot cops, layin' on roof tops For his CREAM he in a shoebox But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young You don't suspect, so cops creep like And born thieves stay hooded extra bullets Those who try to flee hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rate Similar to hit men who pull out and then those who crack like tacos from Mexican Rapid, like recipients cashin' again Back to the motherfuckin' spot on
Babies cryin' brothers dyin' and getting knocked is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, world
We be runnin' the cops, bustin' off shots Shit is deep on the and you got me locked down In this cold, cold