re changing the season of our lives Our hearts are racing It's time to begin We'll let the world know We're killing the cold Come prepare the fire Fan
perfect timin', grab my gun! Much love to my nigga young Hova, Twista, Bun B, Pimp C, A.C. Killer! Get your money, get your paper. Elevate like my nigga
mean [? ] is what you make it my nigga you betta just stay on your sqaure Down here, militant theives, pimps and pussies is on the prowl If they find you out of your
dice got The Raps I drop get flipped like IHOP Throw more kicks the nukes I bought cause I rock Make time stop like the Prince of Persia Wanted in 47 states
nigga Know who I'm talkin' to Glad ya man did You bout to get it too Rest with your fam man This a cold game Played by the coldest man Everything ya see
: (Stat Quo) [Stat Quo] Uhh, uhh, uhh Stat Quo, Alchemist, YEA! Direct respect, due to stress I almost lost my life My baby momma so much drama I gotta
to put my mack down on her I used to boner her, make the other niggaz want her So Mona, that was the trick name She's a sick dame, cold caught up in the
man ran, tryin to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your
a bullshit pawn? I can't comprehend your stupidity, miscalculation Word to obstetricians show your crews anhiliation Predicted, Brains get evicted, Fuckin with me kid Bullets lift your lid And watch your
got power that you can't comprehend, my friend They want you dead, yo, you're dead before the daylight ends Your eyes shiver and you grit your teeth You sold your soul, now cold
stop your buffoonery Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy To Lil Kim and em, you know the women friend, WHO Carry the work cross state for a gentleman
hundred Fuckin by the thousand, see me outside your show browsin Beatin up your soundman playa haters and players, we give um' cold stares any last prayers
making paper I was sporting snakes while this fool was buying gators The judge mad as hell, and the judge was a ho Finna slap me with assault cause I
m gonna hit you with my lyrical vibe Watch the rhyme, so solid crew oxide [Chorus] [Scat-D] Tell me somethin' When your rollin; and your ice and your whips and your trips and your pics and your
blow right up in your face [B-Real] Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face All your hate emanates but you still hesitate Cause you want
to hustle on they block Always carry heat cause the beef don't stop And it don't quit, everyday the same shit Hustlin to get you what your job can't
y'all) Check it out Niggaz wanna test my steez, nigga please I black that eye like peas, you better freeze in your tracks, a Wu-Tang (bzzz) killer bee
And I like the fans Spendin grands Cause we got the fire I merchandise like 5 g's every half an hour And you cry like a baby so your mic must be your