[Verse 1: The Game & Busta Rhymes]
I was gon buy a convertible
Thought about JFK getting (Shot down in cold blood)
So I ain't cop that shit
Cause I ain't wanna be riding through the hood and get (Shot down in cold blood)
Riding through Compton in the Aston
Thinking bout my nigga 4cent getting (Shot down in cold blood)
What if that was me? Nigga probably bet a G
I wouldn't be live to see thirty, I'd get (Shot down in cold blood)
Nigga getting money, hating niggas tryna flex
Wanna do you like Malcolm X (Shot down in cold blood)
Do you like Martin Luther King
In Memphis where he got (Shot down in cold blood)
And N.Y.P.D, y'all can go to hell
For killing that boy Sean Bell (Shot down in cold blood)
Killing that nigga Pac, killing that boy B.I
Two of the greatest rappers just (Shot down in cold blood)
Could have been me, could have been that nigga 50
Don't beef with the 60s, you get (Shot down in cold blood)
Ask the nigga Nipsey, know he got some dead homies
And I got some dead homies that got (Shot down in cold blood)
[Chorus: The Game & Busta Rhymes]
So you got a red a rag, watch where you hang it
Fake ass gang bangers get (Shot down in cold blood)
Heard you got a blue rag, watch where you put it
In the wrong pocket, catch a bullet (Shot down in cold blood)
So you got a red a rag, watch where you hang it
Fake ass gang bangers get (Shot down in cold blood)
Heard you got a blue rag, watch where you put it
In the wrong pocket, catch a bullet (Shot down in cold blood)
[Verse 2: Dre & Busta Rhymes]
The news never talk about the killers in the hood
I guess they don't give a fuck if you get (Shot down in cold blood)
Last night, a stray bullet hit a niggy in his head
On the way to feed his kids, he was (Shot down in cold blood)
"This business never personal", that's what a nigga said
For the right fucking price, you get (Shot down in cold blood)
Sniff a whole bag of angel dust, walked upon a teacher
Pulled a pistol out, blam, she got (Shot down in cold blood)
Niggas out in Northern California bout to burn the city down for Oscar Grant
He got (Shot down in cold blood)
Real shit, they try to tear you down when you alive
And call you legendary once you get (Shot down in cold blood)
Uh, I bet my niggas ride on everything
Everybody getting it, included kids (Shot down in cold blood)
Yellow tape at the wake, Lord forget my evil ways
Damn, preacher found slain, he was (Shot down in cold blood)
[Chorus: The Game & Busta Rhymes]
So you got a red a rag, watch where you hang it
Fake ass gang bangers get (Shot down in cold blood)
Heard you got a blue rag, watch where you put it
In the wrong pocket, catch a bullet (Shot down in cold blood)
So you got a red a rag, watch where you hang it
Fake ass gang bangers get (Shot down in cold blood)
Heard you got a blue rag, watch where you put it
In the wrong pocket, catch a bullet (Shot down in cold blood)
[Outro: DJ Skee]
This why I told y'all you will never get to see our break lights
Simply cause we ain’t stopping
This is the free street album, this ain’t even the real album
Next!
