Cold Blood 2 E

Yeah. Cold blood in my veins. You know, streets turn me ice cold, you know? We done seen too much, survived too much. Real gang shit, You know? We lucky to be here. Street paper, yeah. Uh. Rich Made. Money raised us. Daddy gave up. Damn, I wish they could've kissed And made up. Streets claimed us. Kecka made us. That's the block where they killed Damilola Taylor. Yeah, I was a young'n back then. All a nigga wanted was a pair of 110s. I'm really from the ends. Really played my part in this 'Nam shit, and That's on Tanz's casket. My whole past full of darkness, no joy. Watching niggas like Timmy, only 14, Bully up them old boys. Forgive me, Lord, I had no choice. Had to man up and break my own voice. All I see is red. I went school with That brudda that got sprayed in his bed. Now he dead. Why you think I'm on edge? Tell 'em 'bout my life, it send chill down Their spine, raise the hairs on their necks. Uh. As for women, we ain't learn no respect, 'cause we was getting head from a jed on Them steps of a pissy little block. Broke as fuck, weren't no piss up in my Pot. Hotline blinging for that rock non-stop. How you think I got that blicky that I Cocked? I'm still thinking about the mizzie that we Lost. All them years a nigga dodged. It was me or nothing sitting in the dock. Nigga, free my hitter out the box. Rest in peace all my niggas dead and gone. I can't say I never let them tears drop. This rap shit kinda piss a nigga off, 'cause these niggas in it suck, and I just Don't relate. I'm just a chip off the old Estate. Where you from? I don't know your face. What's your name? That don't hold no weight. I'm in prison seeing niggas swinging over cake. Got a visit, but the mandem coming over late. It was 23 to one, I ain't have no Escape. Yeah. You don't You know don't the know stress, the Stress, you don't you know don't the know strain. The strain. Waiting Waiting for release for release But you but don't you know don't-your date. On these streets, can't make no mistakes. They found Deeks with a hole in his head, It's still an open case. Salaam-Alaikum, I done chose my faith. Is there heaven for a G or will they Close the gate? 'Cause I feel like I done Been to hell and back. Sittin' in the fiends yard like it doesn't smell Of crack. Like he getting lean and with a Needle in his hand. Solid as a rock, can't you see the way I stand? Knife in my back, can't you see That I've been stabbed? I can't lie, I never seen this in the plan. Niggas switched on me, turned bitch on me. I bought hammers for the hood and then them Niggas ditched on me, damn. And this is based on a true story. This the other side of Blue Story. I might just film it like Rapman and call It Pecknarm Gangland. Yeah, I lost my dargs to these roads. My other darg ain't never coming home. Don't ask about my heart 'cause that froze. Blood in my veins still cold. Yeah, I lost my dargs to these roads. My other darg ain't never coming home. Don't ask about my heart 'cause that froze. Blood in my veins still cold.