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