[Chorus:] Warm days warm nights But I feel so cold coold Living my life on the line it's out of control (trool) Don't you question only tax rule Money
a hoe [Hook x2] [H.A.W.K.] Now you needing me, begging and pleading me Them fake tears ain't deceiving me But I'm real, so here's a fee, the key to
respect it nigga Whoever don't want to respect it we gon come and take it nigga So if we don't fuck with you nigga don't ask why we don't fuck with you
you'd rather rush to get a sack So ain't no straight foolin' with the black ass K Clownin' while you frown, ain't the truth gettin' you down? Why don't
: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background)] (And my ni**az roll and ride, hahaha ni**az gettin swoll out And it don't stop and it don't quit That real s**t
cops are jealous so they sweatin it I'm lettin off smoke, hope they don't play me for no joke and provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide We
across from hell, I can't cry Cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now Livin life Thug style, so I can't smile Writin to my peoples when they
rhyme and a beat and a rap group A modern day production of the city street You said I didn't have it that I couldn't compete So the sleeper did sleep
I...) keeps my nine you gettin robbed nigga I put that on the Mobb nigga so don't be slippin hatin an seregatin an thought them youngstas wasn't trippin
with ten in a lark, so we riding back to back As I start shake and bake, earth like a quake, it ain't Sunday I ain't hitting the lake, five-oh jacking
her fingers so this is how it feels to die but it's o.k. she was screamin' bout conspiracy talkin' bout takin' sides I was masturbating just contemplating the cold
in Babylon, and it ain't hard to see it We struggle everyday, just because of our skin color But some devils can be blacker, they cold and still ain't
-O (keep it pourin') don't stop, don't stop "A-yo my name is J-Ro" - J-Ro from Hip Hop Drunkies Don't stop [x6] [J-Ro:] D-R-U-N-K use to be a reason
Live, die by the sword Slid by five deep Rapidly dumpin' heat Had a bucket wit beat Nobody fuckin' wit me B.O.K. savages don't play Push packages all
t tell no slouch How you feel around some made cats, really on chill Laidback with the Alize, merely's conceal Conversatin' like some whore pimps caught in the mix Wasn't
Stay yo grounds when you a thug Be a true fucken thug Ready to blast any nigga in yo way You got a fucken K So don't hesitate to use yo K Boom chocka',
don't gotta worry cause I'm so damn cold Kick it cold, cold rockin My name is Adam Yauch and I know you all clockin Me and my posse oh so killin Stone cold
