They say they cold-blooded, you ain't cold-blooded Your neck too soft with a knife to it Funeral rooms all got your wife to it, whoo! They say cold-blooded, up in here who want it, huh? You ain't cold-blooded, hit everything in the daylight, huh? Police ain't comin' for some hours Niggas ain't really talkin' for some hours You gon' die if you try to take ours Boy, we cold-blooded, huh! Black child born in the storm They had to bundle up to stay warm Bodega babies, strollers in the snow to the candy lady That sugar made the monsters of the 90s crazy Child rebel soldiers of the inner city They hate me now, tigers next to Nods and Diddy His mama fell in love with drug dealing, did he? The only star left that was next to Biggie Little did she know she was one of four And little did he know he was one of eight Unknown siblings all through middle school With the same mean mug that was born from hate Yeah, bodega babies You wonder why these kids of the 90s crazy Hide and go seek when the father's lazy And they mamas only want the early 90s Yeezys They say they cold-blooded, you ain't cold-blooded Your neck too soft with a knife to it Funeral rooms all got your wife to it, woo! They say cold-blooded Up in here, who want it, huh? You ain't cold-blooded Hit everything in the daylight, huh? Police ain't comin' for some hours Niggas ain't really talkin' for some hours You gon' die if you try to take ours Boy, we cold-blooded They said his skin wasn't light enough And his future wasn't bright enough Little sister don't talk much Cause they uncle had the Midas touch Evil is as evil does Mama looked away, blamed it on his needle buzz Sold the food out the freezer when he needed drugs Begging like he Cool J when he needed love Yeah, bodega babies You wonder why these kids of the 90s crazy Broken black homes is the modern slavery You can't raise a savage and deny the rabies Woo! Bodega babies Yeah, bodega babies How loud I got to scream for someone to save me And now I'm in a cell from everything you made me They say they cold-blooded You ain't cold-blooded Your neck too soft with a knife to it Funeral room's on, got your wife to it, woo! They say cold-blooded Up in here, who want it, huh? You ain't cold-blooded Hit everything in the daylight, huh? Police ain't coming for some hours Niggas ain't really talking for some hours You gon' die if you try to take hours Boy, we cold-blooded, huh!