these cold days got me in a physical rage ruthless bastards bastards its like that from the stat where i live at walking through the dark path of this invisible maze ruthless bastards murder he wrote my life aint rosy but i roll with it jay z dead presidents ii i didnt choose this life this life chose me i dont owe the game the game owes me i might know you but you dont know me my og see things you dont see sex money and murder on the tv its easy to put out a bullshit cd and poison the peoples minds for gp destroying what we designed in 3d everybodys yelling recession but im selling some weapons thatll help you get by without stressing answer one question you aint gotta lie are you really willing to die to get by going through mad shit trying to keep my head high coming to you live from the middle of bed stuy where its do or die homicides and suicides sex drugs money lies baby you could decide i had to do it every day son i couldnt hide i couldnt cry but i slipped up a couple times puffing a dime so high we hustled and grind fuck a crew it was just me my cousin and i wed catch a couple of vics swell a couple of eyes take a nigga lunch money then order a pie meet up in the morning at the corner at nine then party and bullshit till a quarter to five yo in this struggle you gotta have street smartz thats why we pack metal thangz for those with sheep hearts deep darks arent fragmented on these glaciers of ice like an abused pitbull i was bred to be nothing nice alcohol vice grim slip into a trance shoulder chip getting worse disperse bullets over a glance a true romance no christian slater denounce myself as a christian im a vicious hater no fictitious saviour is a neighbour of mine blue collar scholar with a martyr i dine cheap wine whiskey and beer dilemma of a scumbag im the apprentice of fear warfare engineer a oppression fuck a knife i got an axe to cut the tension im the one they mention as a henchman of rap so you rhyming is like giving kool herc a slap in the jungle where alley cats and rowdy rats we polly at playgrounds where they stash the dead bodies at its a cold world better get your pea coat its hard to see hope when shorty on they knees like they feet broke giving deep throat so she can release dope into her veins part of the game in the streets though all that we know shoot to kill first so fuck an ill verse i still see my nigga millhurst i see his mom grabbing at the casket later that night we riding deep blasting at them bastards its a cycle of madness i still think they coming for me so fuck the cops the judge and the jury cause they aint did nothing for me when i was young id roll a blunt and crush a forty just to escape the scene of the crime cause it was gory you rappers corny theres nothing to glorify im horrified by how many brothers left before their time and they all speak through me thats why ill always speak truthfully yeah you know who it be let the music breathe 