Cold World Lyrics
| Song | Cold World |
| Artist | Genius |
| Artist | GZA |
| Artist | Inspectah Deck |
| Album | Liquid Swords |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Stevie Wonder/Eldra DeBarge/Robert Diggs/Gary Grice |
| [00:00.83] | 作曲 : Stevie Wonder/Eldra DeBarge/Robert Diggs/Gary Grice |
| [00:01.67] | I had a bad dream |
| [00:04.36] | Don't be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams |
| [00:10.91] | What a time you chose to be born in |
| [00:13.97] | |
| [00:24.58] | Babies crying, brothers dying, and brothers getting knocked |
| [00:27.55] | Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
| [00:30.56] | In this cold, cold world |
| [00:34.58] | |
| [00:35.31] | It was the night before New Year's, and all through the ****ing projects |
| [00:38.00] | Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec |
| [00:40.64] | Outsiders were stuck, by enemies who put fear |
| [00:43.41] | And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there |
| [00:45.97] | You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight, **** blue and white |
| [00:49.44] | They escape before them flash the ****ing lights |
| [00:51.35] | Gunshots, shatter first-floor window panes |
| [00:53.99] | Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game |
| [00:56.58] | Whether pro-calisthenic, any style you set it |
| [00:59.29] | Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses |
| [01:01.83] | But with iron on the sides, thugs took no excuses |
| [01:04.52] | Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless |
| [01:07.34] | Links was snatched off necks, scars on throats |
| [01:09.79] | Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats |
| [01:12.33] | Against those who felt the cold from the steel made em fold |
| [01:15.31] | And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill |
| [01:17.74] | Construction worker, who was caught for his bomber |
| [01:20.30] | No time to swing the hammer that was hanging from his farmer's |
| [01:22.93] | And it's bugged how some niggas catch slugs |
| [01:25.65] | And pockets dug from everything except check stubs |
| [01:28.34] | And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville |
| [01:30.95] | Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look |
| [01:33.57] | For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas laying on roof tops |
| [01:36.73] | For his cream he stashed in a shoebox |
| [01:38.71] | But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers |
| [01:41.66] | You don't suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars |
| [01:44.33] | And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets |
| [01:46.76] | Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rate |
| [01:49.58] | Similar to hit men who pull out Tecs and then |
| [01:52.30] | Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican |
| [01:54.78] | Rapid, like recipients cashing checks again |
| [01:57.57] | Back to the ****ing spot on Lexington |
| [02:00.26] | |
| [02:00.52] | Babies crying, brothers dying, and brothers getting knocked |
| [02:02.64] | Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
| [02:05.51] | In this cold, cold world |
| [02:10.37] | We be running from the cops, busting off shots |
| [02:13.11] | Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
| [02:16.25] | In this cold, cold world |
| [02:19.62] | |
| [02:20.14] | Yo - no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs |
| [02:23.77] | And seize packages and pocket the currency |
| [02:26.46] | Cliques control strips full clips are sprayed |
| [02:28.95] | Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay |
| [02:31.53] | Madness strikes at twelve o'clock midnight |
| [02:34.25] | Stick-up kids on the ground broke the staircase light |
| [02:36.83] | And I stays harassed, scrambling for petty cash |
| [02:39.60] | Jakes on my ass young bucks is learning fast |
| [02:42.32] | 357's and 44's |
| [02:44.72] | Bought inside corner stores, their fire sparks the wars |
| [02:47.36] | Hospital floors surrounded by the law |
| [02:50.16] | Homicide questioning while the Jakes guard the door |
| [02:52.85] | My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team |
| [02:55.98] | Cause niggas' main concern is CREAM |
| [02:58.31] | Some niggas in the jet black Gallant |
| [03:00.61] | Shot up the Chinese restaurant, for this kid named Lamont |
| [03:03.56] | I thought he was dead but instead he missed the kid |
| [03:06.20] | And hit a twelve-year-old girl in the head, and then fled |
| [03:08.73] | Tactical narcotic task force, back off fast |
| [03:12.20] | Cause the crime boss is passing off cash |
| [03:14.08] | Extortions for portions of streets, causes beef |
| [03:16.75] | Having followers of Indians trying to play Chief |
| [03:19.23] | You witness the saga, casualties and drama |
| [03:21.84] | Life is a script; I'm not an actor but the author |
| [03:24.80] | Of a modern-day opera, where the main character |
| [03:27.38] | Is presidential papers, the dominant factor |
| [03:30.33] | |
| [03:30.91] | You never looked at me |
| [03:34.67] | But you said to this chunk |
| [03:39.61] | But you looked so lost, as I walked on by |
| [03:49.53] | |
| [03:50.63] | Babies crying, brothers dying, and brothers getting knocked |
| [03:53.58] | Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
| [03:56.51] | In this cold, cold world |
| [04:01.18] | We be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots |
| [04:04.24] | Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
| [04:07.19] | In this cold, cold world |
| [04:11.08] | (x3) |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Stevie Wonder Eldra DeBarge Robert Diggs Gary Grice |
| [00:00.83] | zuo qu : Stevie Wonder Eldra DeBarge Robert Diggs Gary Grice |
| [00:01.67] | I had a bad dream |
| [00:04.36] | Don' t be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams |
| [00:10.91] | What a time you chose to be born in |
| [00:13.97] | |
| [00:24.58] | Babies crying, brothers dying, and brothers getting knocked |
| [00:27.55] | Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
| [00:30.56] | In this cold, cold world |
| [00:34.58] | |
| [00:35.31] | It was the night before New Year' s, and all through the ing projects |
| [00:38.00] | Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec |
| [00:40.64] | Outsiders were stuck, by enemies who put fear |
| [00:43.41] | And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there |
| [00:45.97] | You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight, blue and white |
| [00:49.44] | They escape before them flash the ing lights |
| [00:51.35] | Gunshots, shatter first-floor window panes |
| [00:53.99] | Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game |
| [00:56.58] | Whether pro-calisthenic, any style you set it |
| [00:59.29] | Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses |
| [01:01.83] | But with iron on the sides, thugs took no excuses |
| [01:04.52] | Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless |
| [01:07.34] | Links was snatched off necks, scars on throats |
| [01:09.79] | Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats |
| [01:12.33] | Against those who felt the cold from the steel made em fold |
| [01:15.31] | And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill |
| [01:17.74] | Construction worker, who was caught for his bomber |
| [01:20.30] | No time to swing the hammer that was hanging from his farmer' s |
| [01:22.93] | And it' s bugged how some niggas catch slugs |
| [01:25.65] | And pockets dug from everything except check stubs |
| [01:28.34] | And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville |
| [01:30.95] | Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look |
| [01:33.57] | For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas laying on roof tops |
| [01:36.73] | For his cream he stashed in a shoebox |
| [01:38.71] | But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers |
| [01:41.66] | You don' t suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars |
| [01:44.33] | And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets |
| [01:46.76] | Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rate |
| [01:49.58] | Similar to hit men who pull out Tecs and then |
| [01:52.30] | Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican |
| [01:54.78] | Rapid, like recipients cashing checks again |
| [01:57.57] | Back to the ing spot on Lexington |
| [02:00.26] | |
| [02:00.52] | Babies crying, brothers dying, and brothers getting knocked |
| [02:02.64] | Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
| [02:05.51] | In this cold, cold world |
| [02:10.37] | We be running from the cops, busting off shots |
| [02:13.11] | Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
| [02:16.25] | In this cold, cold world |
| [02:19.62] | |
| [02:20.14] | Yo - no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs |
| [02:23.77] | And seize packages and pocket the currency |
| [02:26.46] | Cliques control strips full clips are sprayed |
| [02:28.95] | Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay |
| [02:31.53] | Madness strikes at twelve o' clock midnight |
| [02:34.25] | Stick-up kids on the ground broke the staircase light |
| [02:36.83] | And I stays harassed, scrambling for petty cash |
| [02:39.60] | Jakes on my ass young bucks is learning fast |
| [02:42.32] | 357' s and 44' s |
| [02:44.72] | Bought inside corner stores, their fire sparks the wars |
| [02:47.36] | Hospital floors surrounded by the law |
| [02:50.16] | Homicide questioning while the Jakes guard the door |
| [02:52.85] | My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team |
| [02:55.98] | Cause niggas' main concern is CREAM |
| [02:58.31] | Some niggas in the jet black Gallant |
| [03:00.61] | Shot up the Chinese restaurant, for this kid named Lamont |
| [03:03.56] | I thought he was dead but instead he missed the kid |
| [03:06.20] | And hit a twelve-year-old girl in the head, and then fled |
| [03:08.73] | Tactical narcotic task force, back off fast |
| [03:12.20] | Cause the crime boss is passing off cash |
| [03:14.08] | Extortions for portions of streets, causes beef |
| [03:16.75] | Having followers of Indians trying to play Chief |
| [03:19.23] | You witness the saga, casualties and drama |
| [03:21.84] | Life is a script I' m not an actor but the author |
| [03:24.80] | Of a modern-day opera, where the main character |
| [03:27.38] | Is presidential papers, the dominant factor |
| [03:30.33] | |
| [03:30.91] | You never looked at me |
| [03:34.67] | But you said to this chunk |
| [03:39.61] | But you looked so lost, as I walked on by |
| [03:49.53] | |
| [03:50.63] | Babies crying, brothers dying, and brothers getting knocked |
| [03:53.58] | Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
| [03:56.51] | In this cold, cold world |
| [04:01.18] | We be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots |
| [04:04.24] | Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
| [04:07.19] | In this cold, cold world |
| [04:11.08] | x3 |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Stevie Wonder Eldra DeBarge Robert Diggs Gary Grice |
| [00:00.83] | zuò qǔ : Stevie Wonder Eldra DeBarge Robert Diggs Gary Grice |
| [00:01.67] | I had a bad dream |
| [00:04.36] | Don' t be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams |
| [00:10.91] | What a time you chose to be born in |
| [00:13.97] | |
| [00:24.58] | Babies crying, brothers dying, and brothers getting knocked |
| [00:27.55] | Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
| [00:30.56] | In this cold, cold world |
| [00:34.58] | |
| [00:35.31] | It was the night before New Year' s, and all through the ing projects |
| [00:38.00] | Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec |
| [00:40.64] | Outsiders were stuck, by enemies who put fear |
| [00:43.41] | And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there |
| [00:45.97] | You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight, blue and white |
| [00:49.44] | They escape before them flash the ing lights |
| [00:51.35] | Gunshots, shatter first-floor window panes |
| [00:53.99] | Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game |
| [00:56.58] | Whether pro-calisthenic, any style you set it |
| [00:59.29] | Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses |
| [01:01.83] | But with iron on the sides, thugs took no excuses |
| [01:04.52] | Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless |
| [01:07.34] | Links was snatched off necks, scars on throats |
| [01:09.79] | Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats |
| [01:12.33] | Against those who felt the cold from the steel made em fold |
| [01:15.31] | And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill |
| [01:17.74] | Construction worker, who was caught for his bomber |
| [01:20.30] | No time to swing the hammer that was hanging from his farmer' s |
| [01:22.93] | And it' s bugged how some niggas catch slugs |
| [01:25.65] | And pockets dug from everything except check stubs |
| [01:28.34] | And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville |
| [01:30.95] | Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look |
| [01:33.57] | For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas laying on roof tops |
| [01:36.73] | For his cream he stashed in a shoebox |
| [01:38.71] | But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers |
| [01:41.66] | You don' t suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars |
| [01:44.33] | And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets |
| [01:46.76] | Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rate |
| [01:49.58] | Similar to hit men who pull out Tecs and then |
| [01:52.30] | Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican |
| [01:54.78] | Rapid, like recipients cashing checks again |
| [01:57.57] | Back to the ing spot on Lexington |
| [02:00.26] | |
| [02:00.52] | Babies crying, brothers dying, and brothers getting knocked |
| [02:02.64] | Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
| [02:05.51] | In this cold, cold world |
| [02:10.37] | We be running from the cops, busting off shots |
| [02:13.11] | Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
| [02:16.25] | In this cold, cold world |
| [02:19.62] | |
| [02:20.14] | Yo - no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs |
| [02:23.77] | And seize packages and pocket the currency |
| [02:26.46] | Cliques control strips full clips are sprayed |
| [02:28.95] | Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay |
| [02:31.53] | Madness strikes at twelve o' clock midnight |
| [02:34.25] | Stick-up kids on the ground broke the staircase light |
| [02:36.83] | And I stays harassed, scrambling for petty cash |
| [02:39.60] | Jakes on my ass young bucks is learning fast |
| [02:42.32] | 357' s and 44' s |
| [02:44.72] | Bought inside corner stores, their fire sparks the wars |
| [02:47.36] | Hospital floors surrounded by the law |
| [02:50.16] | Homicide questioning while the Jakes guard the door |
| [02:52.85] | My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team |
| [02:55.98] | Cause niggas' main concern is CREAM |
| [02:58.31] | Some niggas in the jet black Gallant |
| [03:00.61] | Shot up the Chinese restaurant, for this kid named Lamont |
| [03:03.56] | I thought he was dead but instead he missed the kid |
| [03:06.20] | And hit a twelve-year-old girl in the head, and then fled |
| [03:08.73] | Tactical narcotic task force, back off fast |
| [03:12.20] | Cause the crime boss is passing off cash |
| [03:14.08] | Extortions for portions of streets, causes beef |
| [03:16.75] | Having followers of Indians trying to play Chief |
| [03:19.23] | You witness the saga, casualties and drama |
| [03:21.84] | Life is a script I' m not an actor but the author |
| [03:24.80] | Of a modern-day opera, where the main character |
| [03:27.38] | Is presidential papers, the dominant factor |
| [03:30.33] | |
| [03:30.91] | You never looked at me |
| [03:34.67] | But you said to this chunk |
| [03:39.61] | But you looked so lost, as I walked on by |
| [03:49.53] | |
| [03:50.63] | Babies crying, brothers dying, and brothers getting knocked |
| [03:53.58] | Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
| [03:56.51] | In this cold, cold world |
| [04:01.18] | We be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots |
| [04:04.24] | Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down |
| [04:07.19] | In this cold, cold world |
| [04:11.08] | x3 |
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