Cold Facts Ka

[Intro]
Sutter and Stone, Rockaway and Dumont
The gritty arteries of Brownsville

[Verse 1]
They stand the test, got Father Time rhymes
I know I'm blessed, Father, pardon my crimes
Just wanted to stack and ride Beemers
Don't laugh on the ave with a pack of hyenas
Come through with the pride, get attacked with five ninas
Got trapped, now I'm fly, now I'm back with my Venus
The dream is live clean and good livin'
As free as it seem, but this shit is a hood prison
So we sold that poison like Bivins
Made noise and quietly gave sisters nice ribbons
Fuck them cops and swats with night vision
Give me three days, we'll celebrate like Christ's risen
Grew up with good-spirited goons
Now I only see 'em in tombs or in visiting rooms
Hold the chrome tight, the beast's on the creep
I own the night, the heat's my receipt
I need peace, all that beef shit is weak
When niggas that talk trash get sweeped in the street
Washed down the gutter
Whatever remains gets tossed round your mother
Jump the squares, made 'em crown another
I see your traps and your plots to dead us
Y'all rolling with Kojaks, nigga, I got Berettas
(I got fucking Berettas, nigga)