(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..")
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Cold
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DMC |