I do have a feeling
Shaolin faces a crisis
And one of the factors
Will be the Wu-Tang Clan
(I just wish he was here)
[Damn]
So we must all be prepared
(The niggas, man)
Woah([Feds been on them niggas all fuckin' year, son)
What I'm gonna do, when it's cold outside?*
(Look, them niggas in a bag right now
Zippin' a nigga off, son
Right)
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Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh oh
When it's cold outside
And the rain turn to ice
And the rain turn to ice
And the rain turn to ice
And the rain turn to ice
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Said mama's out here flippin' now
Shots just goin' off
Somebody laid out
Little kids smokin' weed
Drive-bys every day
Wonder what's goin' on
Here outside wit my muthafuckin' A.K.
Woaah, what I'm gonna do when it's cold outside?
Haaha, oh, woah
It's cold, hey
Religious wit hammers
Fakes get jammed up, cakes get battered
Comin' through to get it through transactions
Blood, stinkin' fiends
Machine guns, cannons and teams
Bakin' sodas, gold Rovers and gophers
Land in every project
Sex, lies, murderous reps
Back to cassetts
Vets dyin' on steps
What's really takin' place in them hoods?
Heads get clapped or trapped
Don't fuck wit my mind, I'm strapped
Off wit your dome for frontin' on me
Last two L's, I seen visions of dead males and more sales
Real life stories is made
And candles got blazed for little young soldiers shot by dem strays
Pidgeons and goons survivin' them prisons
Corest divisions, that separate and lay in cocoons
And they can't wait to come home soon
While bodies get found in lobbies, chopped up decayin' in rooms
They found a two-year-old strangled to death
With a Love Daddy shirt on in a bag on the top of the steps
Police blowin' niggas, narcs and judges
Me and son had beef, I had to murk him we supposed to be brothers
'Cause he came home frontin feelin' like I owe him somethin'
'Cause I'm getting' money, drive a lil' somethin' somethin'
Lanay got AIDs, 5 kids smoked out
House is brick, bills haven't been paid in days
Her Brooklyn man's a molester
Court case and the crime's raisin'
SWAT stickers on the church, they Satan
Holiday season is here and I'm vexed
Who the fuck made Christmas up and fuckin' broke it?
Ain't makin' no sense
Newports is $7.50, a box of Huggies is off the meat rack
She's back, thirty days, she relapsed
Our troops need to leave Iraq
And rap niggas need to go on strike
So we can get more cash, 'cause
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