Cold World (feat. Inspectah Deck)

I had a bad dream
Don't be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams
What a time you chose to be born?

Babies dying, moms crying, and punks getting off
Shit is deep on the block, and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world

It was the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin" projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a TEC
Outsiders is stuck, by enemies who put fear
And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there
You know hoods robbers snipers new in sight fuck blue and white
They escape before them flash the fuckin' lights
Gunshots, shatter first floor window panes
Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game

Whether broke calisthenic, any style you set it
Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses
But with iron on the side, thugs took no excuses
Therefore, your 52 hand blocks was useless
Links was snatched off necks, scars on throats
Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats
Against those who felt the cold from the steel made 'em fold
And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill

Construction worker, who was caught for his bomber
No time to swing the hammer that was hanging from his farmer's
And it's bugged how some niggas catch slugs
And pockets dug from everything except check stubs
And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville
Or fatal robberies in Red where feds look
For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas laying on rooftops
For his C.R.E.A.M, he stashed in a shoebox

But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers
You don't suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars
And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets
Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rate
Similar to hit men who pull out techs and then
Drop those who act like Thai flows from Mexican
Rabbit, like recipients cashing checks again
Back to the motherfuckin' spot on Lexington

Babies dying, moms crying, and punks getting off
Shit is deep on the block, and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world (cold world)
We've been running from the cops, busting off shots
Shit is deep on the block, and you got me locked down
In this cold (cold), cold world (cold world) (yo)

No time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prix's
And seize packages and pocket the currency
Clicks control strips full clips are sprayed
Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay
Madness strikes at twelve o'clock midnight
Stick up kids on the ground broke the staircase light
And I stays harassed, scrambling for petty cash
Jakes on my ass young bucks is learning fast

357s and 44s
Bought inside corner stores, provide fire sparks for wars
Hospital floors surrounded by the law
Homicide questioning while the jakes guard the door
My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team
'Cause niggas main concern is C.R.E.A.M
Some niggas in the jet black Gallant
Shot up the Chinese restaurant, for this kid named Lamont

I thought he was dead, but instead he missed a kid
And hit a 12-year-old girl in the head and then fled
Tactical narcotic, task force, back off fast
'Cause the crime boss is passing off cash
Extortions, for portions of streets, causes beef
Havin' followers of Indians trying to play Chief
You witness the saga, casualties, and drama
Life is a script, I'm not a actor but the author
Of a modern day opera, where the main character
Is presidential papers, the dominant factor

You knew you have me
Did you see to it's charm
But you look so alive
As I walk on by

Babies dying, moms crying, and punks getting off
Shit is deep on the block, and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world
We've been running from the cops, busting off shots
Shit is deep on the block, and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world

Babies dying, moms crying, and punks getting off
Shit is deep on the block, and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world

Babies dying, moms crying, and punks getting off
Shit is deep on the block, and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world
We've been running from the cops, busting off shots
Shit is deep on the block, and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world