Babies cryin' brothers dyin' and brothers knocked Shit is deep on the block and you got me down In cold, cold world
It was the night New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects Not a handgun was silent, not a Tec Outside as I'm stuck, by 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 before them flash the fuckin' Gunshots, shatter first floor window Shells hit the and blood stained the dice game broke callisthetic, any style you set it Beat niggaz toothless, physically cut up like But with iron on the thugs took no excuses Therefore, your handblocks was useless Links was off necks, scars on throats Jackets took, after bullet rips through Against those who 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 was hangin' from his Farmer's And bugged how some niggers 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 cops, niggers layin' on roof tops For his CREAM he stashed in a But he was hot, and the strip was filled with killers You don't suspect, so cops creep caterpillars And born thieves stay hooded with extra 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 Mexican Rapid, like recipients cashin' checks Back to the motherfuckin' on Lexington
Babies brothers dyin' and brothers getting knocked Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked In this cold, cold
We be runnin' from the cops, off shots Shit is deep on the block and you got me down In this cold, world