Dmc - 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 n***az 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 n***az 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"*} [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 k**ers, some real bug n***az 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 n***az 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 d**h 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..")