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Cold Streets
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Cold Streets was released on January 1, 2005 by Cold World Hustlers Records as a part of the album Cold Streets
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2005
LabelCold World Hustlers Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Credits

Lyrics

For a person like me it's unexplainable
I really can't take it no more, I think I gotta go
It's nothing like a jump when you're living in these cold streets
Nowhere to sleep and not a damn thing to eat
When you don't have a dollar then your partners won't holler
When you wanna fade a gram, your partners is your best friends
Every time I step the streets it's just like a danger zone
No matter where I'm at, remember that the beef is on
And every time I roll I keep a pistol in my lap
Or in my girlfriend's purse in case she got to bust a cap
Haven on the late night push came to shove
Rolling in the mob caught some suckers wanting mean mugs
Slamped through the intersection, busted them a U-turn
And came right back, I guess they wanna get served
Put the clip up in the pistol, posted up on the hood
They threw up the peace sign, I'm thinking that it's all good
Went upstairs to get the girl and the little baby
Get to the car, suckers still looking at me crazy
Five hopped out the car and started running
Put the girl and the baby in the gate then I shut it
Things have to change before they get stranger
So I cocked my mag, now it's one in the chamber
Straight out the chamber and right to his chest though
Took two steps back to make sure he was dead though
Thirty-odd six from the bedroom window
Grab the baby, grab the gat and don't forget the indo
This is not the lifestyle that our kids knows
The streets don't stay cold and that's the way the game goes
Living in these cold streets it's hard to find a meal to eat
Starving and surviving is the only future that I see
Will it ever change? It seems it only gets worse
Can't be living like this, I'll do better in a hearse
Had a few homies selling rocks was their pastime
I was straight starving like I said in the first line
Having problems losing weight 'cause I'm stressed
St. E and J keeps you from depressed
Pops is steady tripping 'cause he got to have his rent
I really really would but I don't have a cent
It's getting kinda crazy so what was I to do?
I pawned my VCR and I bought me a .22
Back on the streets off E and J and a blunt
A can of St. Ides, ooh I'm feeling kinda pumped
Don't wanna get faded, looked across the street
Seen a brother on some dates
Sitting in front of his girl house slipping
Beats slamming out so he wasn't even tripping
Ducked down for a minute, got my mind together
If I'm gonna do it it's now or never
Got the gat from my nuts, crept to the trunk
Stuck the pistol in the window and I said "What's up?"
You got a problem, I'm gonna solve 'em
Get your ass on the concrete you goddamn baller
He gave up quick, I mashed down the strip
Made it to the freeway before I even tripped
Looked in the backseat and saw a little kid
When I was living in the cold streets
It wasn't always known as the name of Big Vic
I always ran the streets as a snotty-nosed kid
As I got older, the streets got colder
Sitting up in cabin hella missing my mother
I can't be a punk and I can't let 'em see me crying
Ever since then it's always been do or die
It all started for the Vic in '84
And now it's '93 and I'm still selling dope
Living in these streets day by day got me guessing
Pockets on low so a brother's really stressing
The dank on my mind got me doing bad
Got me doing wrong or right for the things I never had
The streets that I'm in started off on the wrong page
**** getting killed, R.I.P. from the twelve gauges
Back to the hustle to the spot I got the Glock
Brothers getting beat by the cops slanging rocks
Then I gotta give it up to the dope fiend
Teaching and keeping the one eye open when I peep the scene
Mug and mean a group of fellas hit the block
They looked at me and said "What's up?" and dropped the top
When I placed my hands up on the Glock
Suckers mashed off just like I thought
My high is fading, strictly saying I'ma pull another jack
Never seen I'm in the cut strictly strapped dressed in black
For a brother on the under taking it back to the ghetto streets
Ghetto streets are hard when my partner's always on the creep
The system that I'm in is the white man's
Doing anything he can just to stop the man's
But he can't, I won't let him 'cause I'm too strong
White devils on my back once again it's on
As you sit back and hear my story unfold
In a cold world, cold streets got cold
Written by: Michael Arthur Herrera
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