Cold World

Even though I live in Cali, nigga, it`s cold out here<br>When I step out the house, it`s like steppin in a freezer<br>Either he wants to get me or she wants to stick me<br>I swear, I don`t know how the fuck I made it past 20<br>I can spit some cold shit, always keep heat, so I`m safe<br>From gettin frost-bit, hit a corner and a corner after I bust<br>So I can toss it, I think everybody`s lost it<br>And I`m the only nigga left sane maintainin, nigga<br><br>Nigga, it`s cold outside, so I always carry my heat<br>An enemy hood on feet, groovin through the alleys and backstreets<br>Creepin on the east side, hopin I don`t get spotted<br>The world is cold so I stay hot like a glock after I just shot it<br>But when I say it`s cold outside, fuck you jacker<br>The Tec-9 is my heat and you know I always pack it<br><br>Nigga, my brain ain`t strainin long as I`m aimin back<br>It`s a motherfucking fact, this is a cold world<br>So fuck the whole world, cos I don`t owe this world nothing<br>A bankroll`s the only thing I`m cuttin fo`<br>So I can hold something, I gives a fuck about nothing<br>But fucking and popping, what, you don`t hear me or something?<br><br>[ Chorus ]<br>I say these niggaz is cold outside so I always carry my heat<br>It`s a cold world, so fuck the whole world<br><br>Supply your own heat<br><br>No matter the weather<br>A Menace is something that comes off the barrel of a Beretta<br>I make your t-shirt wet, your sweater wetter<br>Cos in the South Central it`s freezin, little locs and OG`s and<br>Police and crack fiends fiendin, thievin, I believe in<br>T-shirt, Levi`s, St. Ives, ( ? ) and Chucks<br>Snatchin crackers out their trucks, now, that`s some cold shit<br>Niggaz shootin at the police, that`s some bold shit<br>Watch where you goin, what you wearin, who you stroll with<br><br>Supply your own heat, cos it`s cold in the street<br>And a nigga without it shoulda have thought about it<br>Or bein 6 feet, got to be as scandalous as Los Angeles<br>Get you something so you can handle this, the Menace way<br>Gun play and funerals dates is all I`m concerned with<br>You won`t catch me in LA without my shit because I know<br><br>Here come the police yellin "Freeze"<br>Cos I`m groovin with my G`s<br>The hood is gettin hot, now the homies is chillin<br>On the west side of LA, you know who`s doin all the killin<br>I send shouts to South Central, Compton, Watts and fuck the cops<br>I shot six, I dare for one of you busters hit me up<br>It`s some cold niggaz in LA, but I ain`t never been burned<br>I learned<br><br>[ Chorus ]<br><br>Watch who you fuckin with and who you talk shit to<br>Because a nigga will dump and give two fucks about you<br>Heat, a nigga need it where I`m from<br>Fuck words when a nigga got a gun and his ass ain`t playin<br>Sprayin and you stuck behind the truck without no get-back<br>Fuck that, I keep a strap, don`t worry about where it`s at<br>I got a nigga before he got me with my Mac-10<br>Before the bullets all gone I loads my shit up again<br>Can`t take no ass-whippin, I`m a sore loser<br>Anybody manoeuvre on the streets, break out the white sheets<br>Turn up the heater with my 9 millimeter, PD-roll a nigga<br>That I hold a nigga, little locs are colder niggaz than the older niggaz<br>It never snows, just six-fo`s, afros, ho`s, niggaz with Jherri curls<br>It`s a cold world, supply your own heat<br>I sell your ass some fake, fuck you ain`t the first to get beat<br>I`m tellin you