Babies cryin' brothers dyin' and brothers knocked Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked 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 blasted on the spot before the pigs were You know hoods robbers snipers new in sight, fuck blue and They before them flash the fuckin' lights Gunshots, shatter first floor panes Shells hit the and blood stained the dice game Whether callisthetic, any style you set it Beat niggaz toothless, physically cut up like But with iron on the thugs took no excuses Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was Links was snatched off necks, scars on Jackets took, after rips through coats Against who felt the cold from the steel made em fold And squeal, once the metal hit the of his grill Destruction worker, who was for his bomber No time to swing the hammer that was from his Farmer's And it's bugged how some catch slugs And pockets dug from everything except check And it does, ill like wars in Brownsville Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds For fugitives to shoot cops, niggers layin' on tops For his CREAM he stashed in a But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young You suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars And born stay hooded with extra bullets Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the rate to hit men who pull out Tecs and then Drop those who crack like tacos from Rapid, like recipients checks again Back to the motherfuckin' spot on
cryin' brothers dyin' and brothers getting knocked Shit is deep on the block and you got me down In this cold, world
We be runnin' from the cops, off shots Shit is deep on the and you got me locked down In this cold, world