When the cold wind blows, in the heart of the city And I'm gone, I know the streets will shed tears for me When my story is over, and my song is done I know the streets will shed tears for me All I get is motherfuckin' love in these streets Do most of these tricks, I'm a motherfuckin' treat What's beef? I ain't got no beef See all that bitchin'? It tastes like chicken And all these chickens, they get plucked And nobody wants to see the volcano erupt I'm down with ass cuz everything is corrupt I'm celebrating, every time I pull up You hella hate it, every time you look up I'm elevated, the rappers deluxe They love me dog, cuz I'm one of a kind This is God's plan homie, it ain't mine See this ain't about dying, it's all about shining It's all about climbing, a hill full of diamonds I know that you feel it, I know that you felt it Cuz a nigga gon' live, till a nigga can't help me When the cold wind blows, in the heart of the city And I'm gone, I know the streets will share tears for me They love me dog When my story is over, and my song is done They love me dog I know the streets will share tears for me Sorry y'all, I ain't got no haters All I got is motherfuckers tellin' me I'm the greatest All I got is those fly ass suits and gaiters Ain't nobody servin' cube, but maids and waiters Ain't nobody tryin' to, take my life All these bitches tryin' to do is replace my wife But you hoes ain't cold enough to fuck with ice Like Kim, she run suckers round you bitches twice Now it might get funky, but it won't get ugly Niggas might not like me, but they still love me Niggas might talk shit, they whisper and huddle Cuz they know my rebuttal, might leave a puddle Now the streets is talkin', until they see me walkin' Up the block, then all the bullshit stop Anything I do, don't take it personal Cuz when a nigga gone, that shit ain't reversible When the cold wind blows, in the heart of the city And I'm gone, I know the streets will share tears for me They love me dog When my story is over, and my song is done They love me dog I know the streets will share tears for me I'm that bastard, that spit the acid Fuck a funeral home, and a casket Fuck a funeral song, and a possession Keep God on your dome, and count your blessings Keep the hood in your heart, but heaven on your mind Shake em up, and roll seven every time Pick em up, yep, stick em up Every time you see me, got a different color cup This ain't about time, it's all about livin' It's all about makin' everyday Thanksgiving It's all about givin', about stayin' driven It ain't about you, it's about these children So when a nigga die, stop cryin' and ventin' Will somebody in here bump George Clinton? Will somebody in here hug my fam? Don't worry about me, you know where I am When the cold wind blows, in the heart of the city And I'm gone, I know the streets will share tears for me When my story is over, and my song is done I know the streets will share tears for me