"Cold Streets, Real Stories"

Yeah. Aye, aye, aye. Blow him down,

blow him down. Let's get it. Hit him with a poem, like slow down

. My niggas in the store, they like show out .

Niggas blow him up, I might blow him down . Ain't no talk,

we don't play, that's how it go now . Spin through twice, we don't slow

down . Big racks, big dracs, that's a showdown .

Heard he talking tough, yeah, we know now .

Jada too cold, yeah, I'm froze now. Whole lot of pain in my