Busta Rhymes - Cold Blood lyrics

[Verse 1: Game & *Busta Rhymes*] I was gonna buy a convertible, thought about JFK getting *Shot down in cold blood* So I ain't cop that sh**, 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 n***a 4cent getting *Shot down in cold blood* What if that was me? n***a probably bet a G I wouldn't be live to see 30 i'd get *Shot down in cold blood* n***a getting money, hating n***as tryina' flex, wanna do you like Malcolm X *Shot down in cold blood* Do you like Martin Luther King, in Memphis were he got *Shot down in cold blood* And N.Y.P.D. Y'all can go to hell for k**ing that boy Sean Bell *Shot down in cold blood* k**ing that n***a Pac, k**ing that boy B.I., two of the greatest rappers just *Shot down in cold blood* Could have been me, could have been that n***a Fifty, don't beef with the 60 you get *Shot down in cold blood* Ask the n***a Nipsey, know he got some dead homies, and I got some dead homies that got *Shot down in cold blood* [Hook: Game & *Busta Rhymes*] (x2) So you got a red a rag, watch where you hang it fake a** gang bangers get *Shot down in cold blood* Heard you got a blue rag, watch where you put it the wrong pocket catch a bullet *Shot down in cold blood* [Verse 2: Dre & Busta Rhymes] The news never talk about the k**ers in the hood, I guess they don't give a f** if you get *Shot down in cold blood* Last night a stray bullet hit a n**y in his head, on the way to feed his kids he was *Shot down in cold blood* "This business is never personal", that is what a n***a said, for the right f**ing price you get *Shot down in cold blood* Sniff a whole bag of angel dust, walked upon that teacher pull a pistol out "Blam!" she got *Shot down in cold blood* n***as out in (?) California bout to burn the city down for Oscar Grant, he got *Shot down in cold blood* Real sh**, they try to tear you down when you alive, and call you legendary once you get *Shot down in cold blood* I bet my n***as 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* [Hook]