The Genius Gza - Cold World lyrics

I had a bad dream Don't be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams What a time you chose to be born in Babies crying, brothers dying and brothers getting knocked sh** is deep on the block And you got me locked down in this cold, cold world It was the night before New Year's and all through the f**in' projects Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec Outside as I'm stuck by enemies who put fear Blasted on the spot before the pigs were dead You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight, f** blue and white They escape before them flash the f**in' lights Gunshots, shatter first floor window panes Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game Whether broke callisthetic, any style you set it Beat n***az toothless, physically cut up like gooses 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, after bullet rips through coats 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 No time to swing the hammer that was hangin' from his Farmer's And it's bugged how some n***az catch slugs And pockets dug from everything except check stubs And it does sound ill like wars in Brownsville Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look For fugitives to shoot cops, n***az layin' on roof tops For his cream he stashed in a shoe box But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young k**ers You don't suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars 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 Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican Rapid, like recipients cashin' checks again Back to the motherf**in' spot on Lexington Babies crying, brothers dying and brothers getting knocked sh** is deep on the block And you got me locked down in this cold, cold world We be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots sh** is deep on the block And you got me locked down in this cold, cold world, yo No time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs And seize packages and pocket the currency Clicks control strips full clips are sprayed Yellow tape, barricades, sidewalks, where bodies lay Madness strikes at twelve o'clock, midnight Stick up kids on the ground, broke the staircase light And I stays hara**ed, scramblin' for petty cash Jakes on my a** young bucks is learnin' fast 357's and 44's 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 'Cause n***az main concerns scream Some n***az in the jet black Gallant Shot up the Chinese restaurant, for this kid named Lamont I thought he was dead but instead he missed a kid And hit a twelve year old girl in the head and then fled Tactical narcotic, task force, back off fast 'Cause the crime boss is pa**in' off cash Extortions for portions of streets causes beef Havin' followers of Indians trying to play Chief 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 Is presidential papers, the dominant factor [Incomprehensible] But you look so alarmed As I walked on by Babies crying, brothers dying and brothers getting knocked sh** is deep on the block And you got me locked down in this cold, cold world We be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots sh** is deep on the block And you got me locked down in this cold, cold world Babies crying, brothers dying and brothers getting knocked sh** is deep on the block And you got me locked down in this cold, cold world Babies crying, brothers dying and brothers getting knocked sh** is deep on the block And you got me locked down in this cold, cold world We be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots sh** is deep on the block And you got me locked down in this cold, cold world