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Prodigy Of Mobb Deep

Genres: Hip-Hop

Cold World Lyrics - Prodigy Of Mobb Deep

Yeah 

Yeah 

Drop this shit 

Okay 

Ya'know 

 

Over here it get cold 

You better have thermo 

Under the hoodie 

That's under the snorkel 

Pair of gloves 

Two pair of socks 

Sweat pants under your jeans 

Know what I mean 

Neck scarf tied over my face 

Those the hood ear muffs I'm a lace 

Any one of you throw you in the bubble boosts 

None of that tight shit that's too uncomfortable 

I can't feel timbs, maybe chuckers 

So I can kick your mouth and end the discussion 

It sounds violent but not reckless 

Now that nigga he reached for my necklace 

So I gave him a piece of the business 

When I caught him in the face with the boots 

Better run from my troops 

Better play dead when I shoot 

If he get that far cause... 

 

I gotta hold it down, I gotta squeeze 

I go out to get this cheese, 

In this cold world... 

 

Out here nigger's die, trying to get rich, 

To numb the pain we become addicts, 

Of this cold world... 

 

Yo listen, yo listen.. 

Over here Jack Frost, he run this shit 

Soon as you come outside he punch you in the chest 

I let go of the uzi and put it on my waist 

That'll keep me warm 'til I get on the train 

Fuck it's cold as a bitch, on the subway platform, waiting for the J 

Real real late, probably like 3 in the morning, sipping on a pint of Hennessy 

On my way to Brooklyn, coming from the cribbo, 

Check my nigger Iller and black Nizzo, 

They told me little Hammer got killed, 

They shot him in his stomach for his diamond grill, 

(Ohh real, shit!) 

They said I know the place where they took the ice out, 

And put in a new set of fronts, wow 

Make you wanna stay in the house, 

Cause it's cold as hell, and these streets are foul 

 

I gotta hold it down, I gotta squeeze 

I go out to get this cheese, 

In this cold world... 

 

Out here nigger's die, trying to get rich, 

To numb the pain we become addicts, 

Of this cold world... 

Are you remember?



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