It's So Cold in The D

[Hook]X2 It's so cold in the D! How the fuck do we 'sposed to keep peace? What's all on a nigga's mind? Murkin' and doin' time Mason, he was like a brother to me Shit, we all used to slang, blaze them trees Playing drinking games and shit Always into big thangs and shit It was getting wicked and shit And all we did was just kick it and shit But someone took his life; I couldn't believe it! I'm having memories of what we used to do But now you gone, and you can't do what we do You know we only done it for the fuckin crew... [Hook]X2 I'm having visions of how we used to hang and bang It was never no complaining Being in the D is bad for your health How the fuck do you suppose you stack your papers when all these niggas want your wealth? It's hard in the D when you're trying to keep peace Now you can rest, my nigga You don't have to worry about them test niggas tryna protest That was giving you stress! We know you was a Ridah That's why them niggas tried ya I know you're in a better place now It's sad to see my nigga gone to that better place now I know your moms and fams going through something But they'll be OK All the real niggas gone, and the worms are left [Hook]X2 We all was together It was Mason, rest in peace to you, Big Baby And love to your baby, Tyrone And Twon, baby Mareese Low-dawg, T-low, Ray-Ray Rest in peace to my nigga, Ray-Ray Meka, Esha, “J”, B-O, Kanisha... Can’t forget that nigga, Sweet P And everybody else from the block Anybody fucks with us, they'll always get the Glock Mason — 1981–2006, we'll see you again We've got much love for you, my baby! [Hook]X2