Lyrics
How loud i got to scream for someone to save me, little sister don t talk much
They say he cold-blooded, hit everythin in the daylight
She was one of four, bodega babies
Bodega babies, and little did he know, he was one of eight
We cold-blooded, put a knife to it Swizz, niggas ain t really talkin for some hours
Funeral room zone, he cold-blooded
put a knife to it
hit everythin in the daylight
Funeral room zone, your neck too soft
strollers in the snow to the candy lady
He cold-blooded, put a knife to it
Mama looked away, they say they re cold-blooded
You can t raise a savage and deny the rabies, you can t raise a savage and deny the rabies
You gon die if you try to take ours, the only star left that was next to biggie
Broken black homes is the modern slavery, put a knife to it
They say they re cold-blooded, they said his skin wasn t light enough
Bodega babies, bodega babies
you gon die if you try to take ours
Niggas ain t really talkin for some hours, mama looked away
beggin like he cool j when he needed love
Bodega babies, get your wife to it woo
He cold-blooded, you wonder why these kids of the 90s crazy, put a knife to it
you gon die if you try to take ours
tigers next to nas and diddy