While I walking in the cold. Yeah, yeah... (While I'm walking in the cold) While I was walking in the cold! (While I'm walking in the cold, cold) The realer, the realer, the realer, the realer, the realer, the realer. Where my killas at?
-Chorus-Bizzy-
While I'm walkin' in the cold and reload I just seen the widow, it's hot as hell in here/ Know we be all about B-I-Z/ Henny and a J, I need it to incarcerate me (I'm in a chain gang, I'm in a chain gang...) Please incarcerate me
Bizzy Bone
Po-po act like they ain't ghetto too/ Judges don't love me, bitches ain't nothin'/ They be fuckin' one of my homeboys; I've done the same thang/ Thuggish niggas survive in broke down buckets, remember? Shut up! I need a new bitch/ What up? I need a true bitch/ Said "Ouch! Get out my Lexus", she done taked my pistol case and fucked some other nigga to claim she was raped/ But I had 'em skitsofrenic with my Bone tape/ Your damaged, I wouldn't put my handcuffs on you but if you cheap you gon' break/ This my flip-flop flow and I'm in with Hip Hop I'll 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; Gotta make that money man (Fo' Sho') Go 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? (What?) They platinum plus likin' them broads in the black bag/ Back me up baby (What?)
Ha ha. While I was walking in the cold. Yeah, y-yeah. (While I'm walking in the cold) While I was walking in the cold. (While I'm walking in the cold)
-Chorus-Bizzy-
Que Loco
We psycho motherfuckers that will leave you toothless (Fuck The World) Eazy E rest in peace and we still be Ruthless (Roof! Roof!) Not with that itch snitch witch punk bitch low down dirty ho (What?) out to get rich (Roof! Roof!) Fuck the police, smoke a blunt for the deceased/ No Joke, oh no! Grab that fo'fo' and smoke Tone Loc/ You bitch-ass nigga, 7 Sign shine, diamonds gleamin' infared beamin'/ Bitch nigga stop suckin' seamon/ Creep on niggas, in deep, no sleep, fuck it/ Get high with my niggas and do a drive by/ Out to buck it and push rocks, lock knots, and pack glocks/ Who mash and crash and knock niggas out the block/ We straight trippin' with my weaponry I'm a tell your mama, snitches/ Mo' scandalous dumpin' niggas off in ditches/ Bitches wear your vests/ Protests/ It just crashed! Fuck them niggas, we kick off and they fuckin' this!
-Chorus-Bizzy-
Flexxarally Slim
The legendary Flexarrally Slim, the untouchable, the infinite, intangible/ Pop! Lock the glock when I spit the floor hit the ground/ Everybody duck down/ When I say "Lay There" you better stay there (Yeah) As long as I'm packin' heater on my side I'm never alone/ I can easily explode it/ Suicide when I rhyme in a force mode, peep it/ Vocal paranoya/ Strapped up and changed my mind is gone psychotic, nuerotic, I'm fully blown/ It's a shame only two thangs can seperate a nigga from reality, and that's bitches and fame/ And so many of my niggas caught up in the game/ I regulate both sides of the fence/ Niggas test me, the heater dispenced/ Cold 187, murder commenced/ Pop the Don, peep trippin'/ Toast to the Nine of 7 Sign let's do this to the fullest/ I gotta get mine I'm on the grind/ Q-Loc, B.B.Gambini, Flexxarally Slim connected for the dough when we was walking in the cold