Lyrics:

It's a cold world, colder if it scared color
Charge for being on in the street corner
The blocks that we reside, ain't no neighborhood watch
It's us breaking...cook me a watch
Bake me a Benz and like my nigger get stacked

We could stay shit so I could fly out of this bitch
Now my baby girl stressing cause her dad locked up
Baby come came...now the bitch popped up
Nightmares of a convicts, dad prepared for any conflict
Run the town nickname we crack now
Now how real is that?
My nigger told you what he said
If he ever called it, he dare shoot up the priest and
And ow lord, afraid the lord forgive us
Oh lord but thank you for the dope that you would bring us

Grimey in the early 90s
Grimey in the early 90s
Fall behind me
Now hold behind me
Grimey in the early 90s
Grimey in the early 90s
Fall behind me
Now hold behind me

I hate bitches fake bitches, snake bitches
But I love the plastics surgeons that create bitches
Columbiana case that's the product take your case
To these vessels like in the vessels where the principals gates on
Call in them then I'm up in them
Ass or not get that ass a shot
...in the Vanity Versace in the masterpiece
Tell them where the handles be when I put up
BK when Imma be here, that's true love
But a nigger ain't ready yet, he rolls baby
A nigger moving heavy weight, kilos
Follow the don it's the...where the song
Follow the don it's the...where the song