[Chorus 1]
In this cold world, no matter where I go the crowds are all the same
(uh huh huh huh uh huh letem know)
To them I'm just a pebble in the sand, a face...without a name
[Verse 1]
Ya niggas would never understand the calibur I'm reppin'
Hoes that I'm sexin', cribs that I've slept in
Cars and stashboxes cash and glocks is kept in
Talk how I'm steppin', representin' the weapon
Sex, money and murder - have it, got it and do it
Set it, plot it to get it
Southeast BX, the Soundview area
Black Lex GS tan leather interior
Moves in Atlanta, meetins' in Alabama
Cold blue steel under the green bandana
I copped raw yay on Broadway from bananas
Hoop fully eqipped wit chips and scanners
Not a motherfuckin' shit? uh
I see through yuor propaganda
Yo partner told me yo' paper proper in Savanna
If life's a bitch..I gotta have her
Whateva! Ain't shit gonna work unles we all work together.
[chorus 2]
In this cold world, I struggle to survive and sometimes I would fall
(uh huh huh huh uh huh let em know)
You think someone would lend a helpin hand, they choose to see me crawl
[Verse 2]
Yo, Yo I had dreams I pitched quarters wit rich portage
Drove miles Kin chow's, all in the Feds files
Back before niggas wrap my chains and rings
I was teachin New York niggas how to slang them things
Shit check the credits, no mutes and no edits
These walkinletters after the cheddar
blue, red and yellow, it can't get no better
Fuck banners, bandanas all colors - star-spangled
From militants and gangstas, I covered all angles
Do a hit and twist a story until it's all tangled
Speak when spoken spoken cuz I undertandthe langua
