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(feat. Jade, Sonny Black)[sped up vocal sample]It's collllllllllld! Col-hoh-ollllldCollld cold, in this big city babeAhh but that don't bother - cold, in this big city babe [2X]Ahh but that don't bother me [repeat "me"][Chorus: sung]I see the tears in your eye and your heart may cryTo my niggaz locked down it's gon' be alrightTo my sisters in the hood tryin to make life betterYou ain't by yourself, you're looking betterWhatever the storms that comeLife is full of themTake a look in the mirror at yourselfBelieve in yourself, yeahhhhhhhh[Verse One: Jade]Now I, understand that man gotta meet his quota but damnIs it because I'm tan that you pull me overMy man, he gotta hustle cause he can't get a jobSlam the door in his face, because he caught a juvie caseIt seems as if I got people tryin to pull me downRed broads intimidatin insinuatin and hatinI'm a young buck, keepin on a young tuckLetras de cancionesWaitin for the next move, zippin up and lace shoesAnd you niggaz tryin to get at me, uh-uh I never sweat beThis world is chilly but Willies could never catch meAlthough you wasn't ready still ridin for you alreadyMake me wanna crack a vanilla dutch and smoke heavyOh, regardless you could come and holla at the O girlThe streets raised me so I'm ready for this cold worldYou think you know but you have no ideaI'm never slippin, never runnin, here I go right here, c'mon[sped up sample]Ahh but that don't bother - cold, in this big city babe [3X]Ahh but that don't bother me [repeat "me"][Verse Two: DMC]I be the microphone talker, the big street walkerKnown to rock a rhyme, a bonafide New YorkerO.G. godfather, like Afrika BambaataaDMC comes harder, cause he gotta be smarterGrowin up in the city I can't be dumb diddy dumbI'd rather be sittin pretty than in a city like a bumI roll with some killers, some real bug niggazAnd some real ill figures that ain't scared to pull the triggerMy homies all dead, in jail or doin lifeWhile the honies give us his and we treat 'em like a wifeThere's a whole lot of shootin, and executinAnd the crew keeps gettin stronger cause we keep on recruitinWe can never die, we just multiplyWe keep the records in the store for the streets to buyPeace to Eazy-E, Biggie and TupacRest in peace Keith, Cowboy and Scott LaRock[Verse Three: Sonny Black]Can you tell me baby why the world is so coldWhy is Hennessy the only thing that warm my soulInto the belly of the beast, I watch the hood cryGangsters bangin out I'm seein good niggaz dieThe world is so cold, yeah I can feel the breezeHatred is sacred, life's a dying diseaseLivin to hustle, down to die for cheeseJust hustlin with muscle slugs are flyin with easeBehind bars baby I seen the world is even colderIt seems like the weight of the world is on your shoulderLife moves along like the hands of timeDeath brings life and life brings crimeDyin is easy, but lifes tend to stress meLivin through sin hopin God will bless meAnd forgive me and save my soulWhat he from heaven cause the world is so coldLike ("cold.. cold.. cold..") From Letras Mania