grimey in the early 90's

yeah! uh!

it's a cold world colder if your skin colored

charge me for bein armed with a street corner

in the blocks where we reside ain't no neighborhood watch

just us

bakin pies try cook me a watch

try bake me a bands a like my nigga 'ye said

make a spaceship so i could fly up outta this bitch

now my baby girl's stressin 'cause her dad locked up

baby mama came to visit 'nother bitch popped up

nightmares of a convict

brook ave prepared me for any conflict

shook hands with every kingpin from harlem the bronx in fact

'round the time von zip nicknamed me crack

now how ill is that

my nigga told ya what he said

if he ever caught her he'll shoot up the precinct

oh lord! i pray the lord forgive her

so lord! but thank you for the dope and what it bring us

grimey in the early 90's-9-9-90's-fat joe"