Cold World-Menace Clan

Cold World - Menace Clan Even though I live in Cali, ni**a, it's cold out here When I step out the house, it's like steppin in a freezer Either he wants to get me or she wants to stick me I swear, I don't know how the f**k I made it past 20 I can spit some cold sh*t, always keep heat, so I'm safe From gettin frost-bit, hit a corner and a corner after I bust So I can toss it, I think everybody's lost it And I'm the only ni**a left sane maintainin, ni**a Ni**a, it's cold outside, so I always carry my heat An enemy hood on feet, groovin through the alleys and backstreets Creepin on the east side, hopin I don't get spotted The world is cold so I stay hot like a glock after I just shot it But when I say it's cold outside, f**k you jacker The Tec-9 is my heat and you know I always pack it Ni**a, my brain ain't strainin long as I'm aimin back It's a motherf**king fact, this is a cold world So f**k the whole world, cos I don't owe this world nothing A bankroll's the only thing I'm cuttin fo' So I can hold something, I gives a f**k about nothing But f**king and popping, what, you don't hear me or something? [Chorus] I say these niggaz is cold outside so I always carry my heat It's a cold world, so f**k the whole world Supply your own heat No matter the weather A Menace is something that comes off the barrel of a Beretta I make your t-shirt wet, your sweater wetter Cos in the South Central it's freezin, little locs and OG's and Police and crack fiends fiendin, thievin, I believe in T-shirt, Levi's, St. Ives, [?] and Chucks Snatchin crackers out their trucks, now, that's some cold sh*t Niggaz shootin at the police, that's some bold sh*t Watch where you goin, what you wearin, who you stroll with Supply your own heat, cos it's cold in the street And a ni**a without it shoulda have thought about it Or bein 6 feet, got to be as scandalous as Los Angeles Get you something so you can handle this, the Menace way Gun play and funerals dates is all I'm concerned with You won't catch me in LA without my sh*t because I know Here come the police yellin "Freeze" Cos I'm groovin with my G's The hood is gettin hot, now the homies is chillin On the west side of LA, you know who's doin all the killin I send shouts to South Central, Compton, Watts and f**k the cops I shot six, I dare for one of you busters hit me up It's some cold niggaz in LA, but I ain't never been burned I learned [Chorus] Watch who you f**kin with and who you talk sh*t to Because a ni**a will dump and give two f**ks about you Heat, a ni**a need it where I'm from F**k words when a ni**a got a gun and his a** ain't playin Sprayin and you stuck behind the truck without no get-back F**k that, I keep a strap, don't worry about where it's at I got a ni**a before he got me with my Mac-10 Before the bullets all gone I loads my sh*t up again Can't take no a**-whippin, I'm a sore loser Anybody manoeuvre on the streets, break out the white sheets Turn up the heater with my 9 millimeter, PD-roll a ni**a That I hold a ni**a, little locs are colder niggaz than the older niggaz It never snows, just six-fo's, afros, ho's, niggaz with Jherri curls It's a cold world, supply your own heat I sell your a** some fake, f**k you ain't the first to get beat I'm tellin you