Tonalité : G minor•
Verse 1
Gm
Babies cryin' brothers dyin' and
brothers getting knocked
Shit is deep on the block and
you got me locked down
Interlude 1
In this cold, cold world
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It was the night before
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New Year's,
and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent,
not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck,
by enemies who put fear
And blasted on the spot before
the pigs were dere
You know hoods robbers snipers new in sight,
fuck blue and white
They escape before them
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flash the fuckin' lights
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Gun shots,
shatter first floor window panes
Shells hit the ground and blood
stained the dice game
Whether broke callisthetic, any style
you set it
Beat niggas toothless,
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physically cut up like gooses
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But with iron on the sides thugs
took no excuses
Therefore, your fifty- two
handblocks was useless
Links was snatched off necks,
scars on throats
Jackets took,
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after bullet rips through coats
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Against those who felt the cold from
the steel made em fold
And squeal, once the metal hit
the temple of his grill
Destruction worker,
who was caught for his bomber
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No time to swing the hammer that
was hangin' from his Farmer's
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And it's bugged how some niggas
catch slugs
And pockets dug from everything
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except check stubs
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And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville
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Or fatal robberies in Red Hook
where feds look
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For fugitives to shoot cops,
niggas layin' on roof tops
For his CREAM he stashed
in a shoebox
But he was hot, and the strip was
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filled with young killers
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You don't suspect,
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so cops creep like caterpillars
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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 Tecs and then
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Drop those who crack like
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tacos from Mexican
Rapid, like recipients
cashin' checks again
Back to the motherfuckin'
Verse 3
spot on Lexington
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Babies cryin' brothers dyin' and
brothers getting knocked
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Shit is deep on the block and
you got me locked down
Gm
In this cold, cold world
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We be runnin' from the cops,
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bustin' off shots
Shit is deep on the block and
you got me locked down
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In this cold, cold world
Verse 5
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Yo, no time to freeze,
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undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs
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And seize packages and pocket
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the currency
Clicks control strips full
clips are sprayed
Yellow tape barricades sidewalks
where bodies lay
Madness strikes at twelve
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o'clock midnight
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Stick up kids on the ground
broke the staircase light
And I stays harassed,
scramblin' for petty cash
Jakes on my ass young bucks
is learnin' fast
357's and 44's
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Bought inside corner stores,
their fire sparks the 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
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'Cause niggas main concern is CREAM
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Some niggas in the jet black Gallant
Shot up the Chinese restaurant,
for this kid named Lamont
I thought he was dead but instead
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he missed a kid
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And hit a twelve year old girl in the
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head and then fled
Tactical narcotic, task force,
back off fast
'Cause the crime boss
is passin' off cash
Extortions, for portions of streets,
causes beef
Havin' followers of Indians
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trying to play Chief
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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
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Is presidential paper, the dominant,
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factor
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Babies cryin' brothers dyin' and
brothers getting knocked
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Shit is deep on the block and you got
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me locked
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down
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In this cold,
Outro 1
cold world
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