-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)
Q-Loc
We psycho loco gangstas that will leave you toothless
Eazy E; Rest In Peace and we still be ruthless
/ Don't date no hitch snitch witch punk trick loc'd down dirty ho
(What?)Out to get rich{barks}
Bang the police, smoke a blunt for the deceased;
No Joke, oh no! Grab that 4-4 and smoke Ton-loc;
You trick-ass busta, 7 Sign shine; diamonds gleamin'
infared beamin'
Trick daddy stopp swallowin' semen
Creep on bustas in deep, no sleep, struck it
Get high with the gangstas
Do a drive by;
Out to buck it and push rocks, lock nots, and pack glocks
Who mashin'? crashin'? and knock bustas of the block
We straight trippin' with my weaponry I'm tell your mama, snitches
Mo' scandalous dumpin' bustas off in ditches
Snitches wear your vests
Protests; It's us, crash!
Forget them bustas; We kick off and they {barks}
-Refrain-Bizzy-
Flexx
The legendary Flexxarally Slim, the untouchable, infinite, intangible
Pop! Lock the glock when I spit the floor;
Hit the ground everybody duck down
when I say "Lay There" you better stay there (yeah)
A long as I'm packin' heater on my side I'm never alone
I can easily explode it
Suicide when I rhyme in a force mode
Peep it, vocal paranoya
Strapped up and changed my mind is gone psychotic, nuerotic
I'm fully blown, it's a shame
Only two thangs can seperate a nigga from reality,
and that's b*tches and fame
So many of my niggas caught up in the game
I regulate both sides of the fence
Niggas test me; the heater dispenced
Cold 187, murder commenced
Pop the don, peep trippin', toast to the nine
7 Sign let's do this to the fullest
I gotta get mine I'm on the grind
Q-Loc, B.B.Gambini, Flexxarally Slim connected for the dough when we was walkin' in the cold
