Cold World-GZA/Inspectah Deck

[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)