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feat. Jade, Sonny Black |
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[sped up vocal sample] |
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It's collllllllllld! Col-hoh-ollllld |
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Collld cold, in this big city babe |
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Ahh but that don't bother - cold, in this big city babe {*2X*} |
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Ahh but that don't bother me {*repeat "me"*} |
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[Chorus: sung] |
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I see the tears in your eye and your heart may cry |
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To my niggaz locked down it's gon' be alright |
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To my sisters in the hood tryin to make life better |
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You ain't by yourself, you're looking better |
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Whatever the storms that come |
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Life is full of them |
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Take a look in the mirror at yourself |
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Believe in yourself, yeahhhhhhhh |
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[Verse One: Jade] |
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Now I, understand that man gotta meet his quota but damn |
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Is it because I'm tan that you pull me over |
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My man, he gotta hustle cause he can't get a job |
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Slam the door in his face, because he caught a juvie case |
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It seems as if I got people tryin to pull me down |
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Red broads intimidatin insinuatin and hatin |
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I'm a young buck, keepin on a young tuck |
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Waitin for the next move, zippin up and lace shoes |
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And you niggaz tryin to get at me, uh-uh I never sweat B |
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This world is chilly but Willies could never catch me |
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Although you wasn't ready still ridin for you already |
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Make me wanna crack a vanilla dutch and smoke heavy |
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Oh, regardless you could come and holla at the O girl |
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The streets raised me so I'm ready for this cold world |
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You think you know but you have no idea |
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I'm never slippin, never runnin, here I go right here, c'mon |
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[sped up sample] |
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Ahh but that don't bother - cold, in this big city babe {*3X*} |
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Ahh but that don't bother me {*repeat "me"*} |
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[Verse Two: DMC] |
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I be the microphone talker, the big street walker |
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Known to rock a rhyme, a bonafide New Yorker |
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O.G. godfather, like Afrika Bambaataa |
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DMC comes harder, cause he gotta be smarter |
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Growin up in the city I can't be dum diddy dumb |
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I'd rather be sittin pretty than in a city like a bum |
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I roll with some killers, some real bug niggaz |
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And some real ill figures that ain't scared to pull the trigger |
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My homies all dead, in jail or doin life |
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While the honies give us his and we treat 'em like a wife |
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There's a whole lot of shootin, and executin |
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And the crew keeps gettin stronger cause we keep on recruitin |
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We can never die, we just multiply |
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We keep the records in the store for the streets to buy |
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Peace to Eazy-E, Biggie and Tupac |
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Rest in peace Keith, Cowboy and Scott LaRock |
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[Verse Three: Sonny Black] |
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Can you tell me baby why the world is so cold |
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Why is Hennessy the only thing that warm my soul |
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Into the belly of the beast, I watch the hood cry |
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Gangsters bangin out I'm seein good niggaz die |
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The world is so cold, yeah I can feel the breeze |
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Hatred is sacred, life's a dying disease |
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Livin to hustle, down to die for cheese |
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Just hustlin with muscle slugs are flyin with ease |
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Behind bars baby I seen the world is even colder |
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It seems like the weight of the world is on your shoulder |
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Life moves along like the hands of time |
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Death brings life and life brings crime |
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Dyin is easy, but lifes tend to stress me |
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Livin through sin hopin God will bless me |
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And forgive me and save my soul |
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What he from heaven cause the world is so cold |
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Like ("cold.. cold.. cold..") |
