"Yo, Cold 187. They tryin' to give you a murder rap. And you ain't even like that. Yo, serve these niggas, cause they deserve to get dissed." (Yeah) (Check this out) [Verse 1: Cold 187um] When I sit down and write and recite for the mic I hold Make sure my beats are loud and bold and Cold 187, that is my name, makin' it simple and plain Here to rearrange and change The things that I couldn't do in the past Don't be surprised when you got a shotgun up your ass Perpetrators, that one was just for you I'm gonna leave ya in your seat remaining without a clue Glued to my style like a fiend on coke But if you say the wrong thing, I wash your mouth out with soap Dope is not the answer No, I'm not a Cancer No, I'm not a hero or zero But a Leo in stereo And this is not a demo K-Oss and Go Mack be cuttin' the flex tempo flex