Menace Clan

Even though I live in Cali, nigga, its cold out here
When I step out the house, its like steppin in a freezer
Either he wants to get me or she wants to stick me
I swear, I dont know how the fuck I made it past 20
I can spit some cold shit, always keep heat, so Im safe
From gettin frost-bit, hit a corner and a corner after I bust
So I can toss it, I think everybodys lost it
And Im the only nigga left sane maintainin, nigga
Nigga, its 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 dont get spotted
The world is cold so I stay hot like a glock after I just shot it
But when I say its cold outside, fuck you jacker
The Tec-9 is my heat and you know I always pack it
Nigga, my brain aint strainin long as Im aimin back
Its a motherfucking fact, this is a cold world
So fuck the whole world, cos I dont owe this world nothing
A bankrolls the only thing Im cuttin fo
So I can hold something, I gives a fuck about nothing
But fucking and popping, what, you dont hear me or something?
[Chorus]
I say these niggaz is cold outside so I always carry my heat
Its a cold world, so fuck 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 its freezin, little locs and OGs and
Police and crack fiends fiendin, thievin, I believe in
T-shirt, Levis, St. Ives, [?] and Chucks
Snatchin crackers out their trucks, now, thats some cold shit
Niggaz shootin at the police, thats some bold shit
Watch where you goin, what you wearin, who you stroll with
Supply your own heat, cos its cold in the street
And a nigga 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 Im concerned with
You wont catch me in LA without my shit because I know
Here come the police yellin "Freeze"
Cos Im groovin with my Gs
The hood is gettin hot, now the homies is chillin
On the west side of LA, you know whos doin all the killin
I send shouts to South Central, Compton, Watts and fuck the cops
I shot six, I dare for one of you busters hit me up
Its some cold niggaz in LA, but I aint never been burned
I learned
[Chorus]
Watch who you fuckin with and who you talk shit to
Because a nigga will dump and give two fucks about you
Heat, a nigga need it where Im from
Fuck words when a nigga got a gun and his ass aint playin
Sprayin and you stuck behind the truck without no get-back
Fuck that, I keep a strap, dont worry about where its at
I got a nigga before he got me with my Mac-10
Before the bullets all gone I loads my shit up again
Cant take no ass-whippin, Im a sore loser
Anybody manoeuvre on the streets, break out the white sheets
Turn up the heater with my 9 millimeter, PD-roll a nigga
That I hold a nigga, little locs are colder niggaz than the older niggaz
It never snows, just six-fos, afros, hos, niggaz with Jherri curls
Its a cold world, supply your own heat
I sell your ass some fake, fuck you aint the first to get beat
Im tellin you
[ Cold World Lyrics ]