I trust in this cold world My phony homey had a baby by my own girl But I ain't trippin I'm a player I ain't sweating him I sexed his sister, had her
trust in this cold world? My phony homey had a baby by my old girl But I ain't trippin I'm a player I ain't sweatin him I sex his sister, had her mumble
boo-hoo Ride or die, get money all at the same time Split the pie with the homie, ball at the same time Any nigga splippin', fall at the same time We
up now -- Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party You done put two of America's most wanted in the same motherfuckin place at the same Ain't nuttin but a
trust in this cold world My phony homey had a baby by my own girl But I ain't trippin I'm a player I ain't sweating him I sex his sister, had her mo'
from the Pound Cause [Kurupt] don't give a fuck, where you coward niggaz now, blast Keep pumpin, ain't worried bout nuttin Busters thought we was frontin
runnin game girl, I swear you do You're too cold to hold and too hot to handle Me and you girl, there's nuttin we can't do You like girls, I like girls too, we
is real, we ain't got to pretend The cold world that we in Is full of pressure and pain I thought it would change But its stayin' the same [Verse 3 -
niggaz like left an right lanes, different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch, niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see, you can
snakes And these scandalous freaks If we ain't on good terms Don't bother to speak Don't smile and try to spark a convo with me Same thing'll make ya
with my niggas Bone (wassup Wish! yeah...we all we got!) and that's Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone (wassup Kray! yeah, we all we got...nigga!) and that's Bone
the gallows! My trues brought a style that's unfound and you can feel it naturally. But we ain't no magicians. Really ain't no thing to make a fraud disappear
they see that the world goes round and round and round Now I'm startin' to see why somedays I was lonely But it ain't that the world don't love me But
scales of reality Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up)
a cold sweat like James of the names you knew Don't mean shit to me and you ain't got a clue of what's about to happen - interaction Two worlds collide
the stars But the rich and poor have in common The common cold, the heartburn and the heartache Put our pants on just the same Your worth don't make
if the crack fails So since we all talk the same slang Stop killin, my brother, cause we're all from the same gang [Michel'le] Don't you know we've got