-Chorus-Bizzy-
While I`m walkin` in the cold...
(Yeah...Where my killas at? Realer...)
And you know I just seen the widow it`s hot as hell dayla we-we
all about B-I-Z
Can I get a case? I need a genie to incarcerate me
Run with a chain gang, police incarcerate me
Bizzy
Po-po act like they aint ghetto too
Judges don`t love me, b*tches ain`t be nothin`
They be f*ckin` one of my homeboys; I`ve done the same thang
Thuggish niggas survive and broke down buckets
Remember? Shut up! I need a new b*tch
What up? I need a true b*tch
Said `Alice get out my Lexus`,
she done taked my pistol case and f*cked another nigga
to claim she was raped
But I had `em skitsofrenic with my bone tape; ya`ll damaged
I wouldn`t put my handcuffs on you but if you cheap you gon` break
This my flip-flop flow and I`m with Hip Hop;
Let you know (Did you know?)
I want some mo` I want some mo`(C`mon serve me)
Hungry baby? We thirsty! We open Sunday;
Sunset to sunrise and ride out on Monday
One day I`ll have a fun day; Got to make that money man
(Fo` Sho`)Got to get my swerve on
They` homie want to verge all;
You heard me, heard me, heard me?
(You know what I`m sayin`?)and dirty money
Show me in secret, don`t tell `em, sell `em in daylight
Come in parallel position myself and artillery, stealth, healthy
Let`s hit `em, get away Where my killas at, at?
They platinum plus likin` them broads in the black bag
Back me up baby (What?) {laughs}
-Chorus-Bizzy-
(While I was walkin` in the cold. While I was walkin` in the cold. yeah yeah yeah)