Cold World (RZA mix)-Genius/Masta Killa/Raekwon

Cold World (RZA mix) - Genius (feat. Inspector Deck, D'Angelo) [Intro: D'Angelo] Babies dyin, moms cryin, and punks gettin off Sh*t is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world... [Genius/GZA] It was the night before New Year's, and all through the f**kin projects Not a handgun was silent, not even a tec Outsiders is stuck, by enemies who put fear And blasted on the spot before the pigs were dere You know hoods robbers snipers new in sight f**k blue and white They escape before them flash the f**kin 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 niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses But with iron on the side 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 Construction 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 niggas 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, niggas layin on roof tops For his CREAM he stashed in a shoebox But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers 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 act like Thai flows from Mexican Rabbit, like recipients cashin checks again Back to the motherf**kin spot on Lexington [Chorus: D'Angelo] Babies dyin, moms cryin, and punks gettin off Sh*t is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world... They be runnin from the cops, bustin off shots Sh*t is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world... [Inspector Deck] 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 harassed, scramblin for petty cash Jakes on my a** young bucks is learnin fast 357's and 44's Bought inside corner stores, provide fire sparks for 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 niggas main concern is CREAM Some niggas in the jet black Gallant Shot up the Chinese resteraunt, 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 passin 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 [Outro: D'Angelo] Babies dyin, moms cryin, and punks gettin off Sh*t is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world... They be runnin from the cops, bustin off shots Sh*t is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world...