Babies brothers dyin' and brothers getting knocked Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked In this cold, cold
It was the before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects Not a handgun was silent, not a Tec Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put And blasted on the spot the pigs were dere You know robbers snipers new in sight, fuck blue and white They escape before them flash the lights Gunshots, shatter floor window panes Shells hit the ground and stained the dice game Whether 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, on throats Jackets took, after bullet rips coats Against who felt the cold from the steel made em fold And squeal, the metal hit the temple of his grill Destruction worker, who was for his bomber No time to the hammer that was hangin' from his Farmer's And it's how some niggers catch slugs And pockets dug from everything except stubs And it does, sound ill like wars in Or fatal robberies in Red Hook feds look For fugitives to shoot cops, niggers on roof tops For his CREAM he stashed in a But he was hot, and the was filled with young killers You suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars And born thieves stay hooded extra bullets who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rate Similar to hit men who pull out Tecs and Drop those who crack tacos from Mexican Rapid, like recipients cashin' again Back to the motherfuckin' on Lexington
Babies cryin' brothers dyin' and brothers getting Shit is 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