Cold World (feat. D'Angelo & Inspectah Deck) [RZA Mix]

Baby, diamonds climb, punks getting up

It's deep on the block, you got me locked up

In this cold, cold world

It was the night before New Years and all through the fucking projects

Not a handgun was silent, not even a TEC

Outside of some stuff, my enemies were putting fear

And blasting on the spot before the pigs were there

You know hoods, robbers, snipers, new in sight

Fuck blue and white, they escaped before them flashed the fucking lights

Gunshots shatter first floor window panes

Shells hit the ground and blood stains the dice game

But the rope calisthenic, any style you set it

Beat **** toothless, physically cut up like gooses

But when I ain't on the side, thugs took no excuses

Therefore your fifty-two hand blocks is useless

Links were snatched off necks, scars on throats

Jack is took after bullet rips through coats

Against those who felt the cold from the steal

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 hanging from his formers

And it's bug how some **** catch slugs

And pockets dub from everything except check stubs

And it does sound ill like wars in Brownsville

Or fatal robberies in Redhook where feds look

For fugitives to shoot cops, **** laying on rooftops

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 warn thieves, they hooded with extra bullets

Though we try to flee, they hit the murder break

Increase the murder rate

Similar to hitmen who pull out TECs

And then drop those cracked cocked hoes from Mexican rapping

Like recipients cashing checks again

Back to the motherfucking spot on Lexington

Baby, diamonds climb, punks getting up

It's deep on the block, you got me locked up

In this cold, cold world

They be running from the cops, busting up shops

It's deep on the block, you got me locked up

In this cold, cold world

No time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs

And seize packages and pocket to currency

Cliques control strips, full clips'll spray

Yellow tape, barricades, I walk where bodies lay

Madness strikes at twelve o'clock, midnight

Stick the pins on the ground, hope the staircase light

And I stays harassed, scrambling for petty cash

Snakes on my ass, young bucks is learning fast

.357s and .44s point inside corner stores

Provides sparks for wars

Hospital floor surrounded by the law

Homicide questioning while the Jakes guard the door

My hood stating, loyalty puts strength in my team

'Cause ****'s main concern is C.R.E.A.M.

Some **** in the jet black Galant

Shot up the Chinese restaurant for this kid named LeRon

I thought he was dead, but instead

He missed the kid and hit a twelve-year-old girl in the head

And then fled

Tactical narcotic task force backed off fast

'Cause the crime boss is passing off gas

Extortion's the force of streets, causes beefs

Having followers of Indians tryna play chief

You witness the saga, casualties and drama

Life is a script, I'm not an actor but the author

Of a modern day opera with the main character

As presidents who paper the dominant factor

Baby, diamonds climb, punks getting up

It's deep on the block, you got me locked up

In this cold, cold world

They be running from the cops, busting up shops

It's deep on the block, you got me locked up

In this cold, cold world