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Jade - Cold lyrics
[sped up vocal sample]It's collllllllllld! Col-hoh-ollllld
 Collld cold, in this big city babe
 Ahh 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 cry
 To my niggaz locked down it's gon' be alright
 To my sisters in the hood tryin to make life better
 You ain't by yourself, you're looking better
 Whatever the storms that come
 Life is full of them
 Take a look in the mirror at yourself
 Believe in yourself, yeahhhhhhhh
 [Verse One: Jade]Now I, understand that man gotta meet his quota but damn
 Is it because I'm tan that you pull me over
 My man, he gotta hustle cause he can't get a job
 Slam the door in his face, because he caught a juvie case
 It seems as if I got people tryin to pull me down
 Red broads intimidatin insinuatin and hatin
 I'm a young buck, keepin on a young tuck
 Waitin for the next move, zippin up and lace shoes
 And you niggaz tryin to get at me, uh-uh I never sweat B
 This world is chilly but Willies could never catch me
 Although you wasn't ready still ridin for you already
 Make me wanna crack a vanilla dutch and smoke heavy
 Oh, regardless you could come and holla at the O girl
 The streets raised me so I'm ready for this cold world
 You think you know but you have no idea
 I'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"]
 Jade - Cold - http://motolyrics.com/jade/cold-lyrics.html
 [Verse Two: DMC]I be the microphone talker, the big street walker
 Known to rock a rhyme, a bonafide New Yorker
 O.G. godfather, like Afrika Bambaataa
 DMC comes harder, cause he gotta be smarter
 Growin up in the city I can't be dum diddy dumb
 I'd rather be sittin pretty than in a city like a bum
 I roll with some killers, some real bug niggaz
 And some real ill figures that ain't scared to pull the trigger
 My homies all dead, in jail or doin life
 While the honies give us his and we treat 'em like a wife
 There's a whole lot of shootin, and executin
 And the crew keeps gettin stronger cause we keep on recruitin
 We can never die, we just multiply
 We keep the records in the store for the streets to buy
 Peace to Eazy-E, Biggie and Tupac
 Rest in peace Keith, Cowboy and Scott LaRock
 [Verse Three: Sonny Black]Can you tell me baby why the world is so cold
 Why is Hennessy the only thing that warm my soul
 Into the belly of the beast, I watch the hood cry
 Gangsters bangin out I'm seein good niggaz die
 The world is so cold, yeah I can feel the breeze
 Hatred is sacred, life's a dying disease
 Livin to hustle, down to die for cheese
 Just hustlin with muscle slugs are flyin with ease
 Behind bars baby I seen the world is even colder
 It seems like the weight of the world is on your shoulder
 Life moves along like the hands of time
 Death brings life and life brings crime
 Dyin is easy, but lifes tend to stress me
 Livin through sin hopin God will bless me
 And forgive me and save my soul
 What he from heaven cause the world is so cold
 Like ("cold.. cold.. cold..")








