Cold World-Prodigy

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 F**k 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...