-Chorus-Bizzy-
While I'm walkin' in the cold...
(Yeah...Where my killas at? Realer...)
And you know I just seen the widow it's hot as hell dayla we-we
all about B-I-Z
Can I get a case? I need a genie to incarcerate me
Run with a chain gang, police incarcerate me
Bizzy
Po-po act like they aint ghetto too
Judges don't love me, b*tches ain't be nothin'
They be f*ckin' one of my homeboys; I've done the same thang
Thuggish niggas survive and broke down buckets
Remember? Shut up! I need a new b*tch
What up? I need a true b*tch
Said "Alice get out my Lexus",
she done taked my pistol case and f*cked another nigga
to claim she was raped
But I had 'em skitsofrenic with my bone tape; ya'll damaged
I wouldn't put my handcuffs on you but if you cheap you gon' break
This my flip-flop flow and I'm with Hip Hop;
Let you know (Did you know?)
I want some mo' I want some mo'(C'mon serve me)
Hungry baby? We thirsty! We open Sunday;
Sunset to sunrise and ride out on Monday
One day I'll have a fun day; Got to make that money man
(Fo' Sho')Got to get my swerve on
They' homie want to verge all;
You heard me, heard me, heard me?
(You know what I'm sayin'?)and dirty money
Show me in secret, don't tell 'em, sell 'em in daylight
Come in parallel position myself and artillery, stealth, healthy
Let's hit 'em, get away Where my killas at, at?
They platinum plus likin' them broads in the black bag
Back me up baby (What?) {laughs}
-Chorus-Bizzy-
(While I was walkin' in the cold. While I was walkin' in the cold. yeah yeah yeah)
