Legend Of Ice Cold X-Raided

[Intro]
Story for my niggas from the ghetto's and slums
Ghetto's and slums
Ghetto's and slums
Story for my niggas from the ghetto's and slums
And every neighborhood full of urban rebels and bums

This is a story for my niggas from the ghetto's and slums
Ghetto's and slums
Ghetto's and slums
This is a story for my niggas from the ghetto's and slums
And every neighborhood full of urban rebels and bums

[Verse 1]
Hey, This is a story for my niggas from the ghetto's and slums
Every neighborhood full of urban rebels and bums
It's so hot, You would swear it's where the devil is from
It's rock n roll but the only heavy metal is guns
Roses often placed on coffins for the dead at receptions
Somebody filled his head with more Led than Zepplin
Kept his weapon in his holster, When he was supposed to shoot it
Guess the truth is he wasn't half Loc'd as reputed
You might refute it
Imma tell you the whole story, Compute it
Imma paint a picture in your mind
Take your time, Review it, I can't dispute it
This nigga was a dangerous thug, He was a 'Rip
But he would bang on his own gang and the Bloods
He was deranged in the brain
Sick and insane and it showed
A tickin time bomb conditioned and trained to explode
Like somebody injected nitro in his veins and they froze
So naturally, Ice Cold was the name that he chose
He was big swole nigga, His arms was 20 inches
A scar on his left cheek from 150 stitches, Razor residue
Had a feud with a dude on Meadowview Road and 29th
Who drew a knife and then he sliced
The night in question, It wasn't less than 9 o'clock on the dot
Ice Cold was ridin around with a 9 Glock and a plot, Dirt broke
But you know how we do it in Sac
We put in work, Loc
In the streets pursuin a jack
He saw a black 'Lac truck
As it stopped at the intersection on Franklin and Florin Road
He headed in it's direction
Followed it down Franklin until it made a right on Mack
And when that turned into Meadowview Road
It was time to make it crack
Driver was on the phone, So he didn't notice it comin
When Ice Cold got out the car holdin chrome, He started gunnin
Target was the driver's head
The first slug shattered the window
The second left the driver dead as the slug battered his temple
Blood splattered the window
Ice Cold didn't give a fuck
He just slowly moved closer
Took a look in the truck
Passenger was a child, About 11, Maybe, Not even
Had a hole in his chest
He was wheezin but still breathin
Not even the nigga Ice Cold was willin to kill a kid
So he said, "Good luck lil' man, You might live"
He stripped the money and jewelry from the victim and cut
True to his name, Not the slightest twinge of guilt in his gut
The kid was still in the truck, Too terrified to move
Looked to his left
And saw that his big brother lied in a pool of his own blood
In desperation, Picked the phone up
Not realizing the left side of his brother's face was blown up
He dialed 911, Said
"Send me an ambulance, My brother is hurt"
"And if you don't hurry, He won't stand a chance"
Operator pleaded, "Talk to me, Please, Just keep fightin"
Then the kid started cryin and said
"Help me, I think I'm dyin"