Police all around me, telling me to freeze, down on my knees Nightsticks bouncing off my head, what'd I do, I said as I bled Get up but I couldn't
can't shoot and he can't go run them out, There's no school and the kids go runnin wild, The police and the court wanna run them out, He's so cold, and
, this world we live in cold I hit my Hypnotic, then I continue to roll [Hook x2: Tanya Herron] La-la-la-la-la-la-la, as we con-tinue to roll [Z-Ro:]
swift and thick Came up in the game, slanging these rhymes to get rich Fifty thousand, to a hundred thousand I perfected my housing, now me and my niggas is cold cold
with a tortured soul Addicted to a life of crime had no time for the growing stage He learned his values on the streets at an early age Watch for police
his glock Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherfucker) bustin on my enemy's block Educated on these cold streets Gettin money makin dummies out the police,
overlap] Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high I got bustas hoes and police watchin
G., Stretch) * the word 'police' is censored on the album version of this song One time, one time nigga one time! (Where?) Runnin' from the police (
been shot down, And the bullet's in my heart. And it's piercing through my soul (I'm losing blood, ya'll); Feel my body getting cold (so cold, so cold
need to go back to work again." Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? The police
, and don't even know it And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life) Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife {Interlude: Announcer
s hard to tell the difference But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids Sike! [Eminem:] If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
all my life (yeah) All my life... [Dj Khaled:] (From the streets of New York, Where the streets don't sleep... Shyne get 'em) [Verse 2: Shyne] All my life
up in a&e and bellows she want pizza (give me food ya) doctors quickly sign paper and release her (one time...) cough, 'nough police to police her fatty
Is as hard as these four walls I wanna break I told the cops you wasn't here tonight Messin' around with me is gonna get you life Oh yeah, yeah
bout to be on some radio Raheim shit Man that shit sound like some Vanessa Williams '88 I mean Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man So this Black Wallstreet for life