Babies cryin' brothers and brothers getting knocked Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked In this cold, cold
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 enemies who put And blasted on the spot before the pigs were You know hoods robbers snipers new in sight, fuck and white They escape before them flash the lights Gunshots, shatter first floor panes Shells hit the and blood stained the dice game Whether broke callisthetic, any you set it Beat toothless, physically cut up like gooses But iron on the sides thugs took no excuses Therefore, your fifty-two was useless was snatched off necks, scars on throats Jackets took, bullet rips through 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 time to swing the hammer that was hangin' his Farmer's And it's bugged how some catch slugs And pockets dug from everything except check And it does, sound ill like in Brownsville Or robberies in Red Hook where feds look For fugitives to shoot cops, layin' on roof tops For his he stashed in a shoebox But he was hot, and the strip was with young killers You don't suspect, so cops creep like And born thieves stay hooded with bullets Those who try to flee hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rate Similar to hit men who pull out Tecs and Drop those who crack like tacos Mexican Rapid, like recipients checks again to the motherfuckin' spot on Lexington
Babies cryin' dyin' and brothers getting knocked is deep on the block and you got me locked down In cold, cold world
We be runnin' from the cops, off shots is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold