verse one 16 bars

fuck that homie get the gat enemys wanna creep
( punk ass creeper 13 ) i lay em flat on there
back fuck that i aint the one to get jacked ( im
the one doing the jacking ) im the one that spit
it real cook glass in the shack and move that (
oz's 8 balls 16's ) mulitplying them stacks im a
up hold the fort ( varrio harpys ) and never let
it collapse these hoodrats all you bitches get
slapped i was hearing some talk about the fool
that got wacked ese naw ( you got me fucked up )
i aint with the bullshit with the homies in the
back ese hitting the chronic and i doubt it it
get stronger than this ese 99% fucken bullets
dont mis dis-missed you in the presense of a
harpy gang member ( dead end tiny loco ) i just
thought i would mention it's a dis and you can
rest in piss cant fuck with some g's that aint
giving a shit ( ya se la saben )

hook 8 bars

the streets cold they so cold you fold
un-nesasary statements topics un-told they pick
out a line up said thats the one but what they
gonna prove with the witness gone the streets
cold with out a weather report the meth
laboratory blow the roof off out your home get
domed before you pick up that phone coniving ass
traitor got deseat in his tone

verse two 16 bars

( featuring frank v )

i walk around like i lost it through the cold
streets where weak vatos get frost bit 13 below
everybody know it's cold in southern califas but
there aint no snow every man for him self vatos
out for the take and these evil ass hynas cold
blooded like snakes but a vato still standing i
just kept to myself and only heated up when they
stepped to my wealth then i got snatched up
while i was doing my thing pigs put me on stage
but couldn't make me sing and in the concrete
jungle i remained a survivor and i carried
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to neck in trouble but when i hit the bricks my
respect was doubled hooked up with conejo the
crime spree began through the calles of los
pistolas close at hand

hook 8 bars

the streets cold they so cold you fold
un-nesasary statements topics un-told they pick
out a line up said thats the one but what they
gonna prove with the witness gone the streets
cold with out a weather report the meth
laboratory blow the roof off out your home get
domed before you pick up that phone coniving ass
traitor got deseat in his tone

verse three 16 bars

i cant write a rime with out killing some shit
some gangster shit some intelligent shit cause
skills i got em and guns i got em and you aint
gotta ask if rabbit ever shot em ( all you
rookies get smoked ) cause blauwww you in the
danger zone ese me g looney hooverpark capone
let alone all the bitches we cracked ese
methamphedimines black tar and some crack ( store
is open ) i said i cant write a rime with out
using the f word hooked up from scratch ( a batch
of ice ) and to the curb we serve whats the word
that im a species of bird ( harpiano ) g fucking
with the dragon muthafuckers get burned what
it's like in the place i come from shootings in
my town cause l.a. is on one twisted ( savage
murder ) is how your body get found no money no
gold just the streets so cold

hook 8 bars

the streets cold they so cold you fold
un-nesasary statements topics un-told they pick
out a line up said thats the one but what they
gonna prove with the witness gone the streets
cold with out a weather report the meth
laboratory blow the roof off out your home get
domed before you pick up that phone coniving ass
traitor got deseat in his tone