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Cold Blooded Lyrics - Artist : Pusha T
[Swizz Beatz:]
This city cold blooded, ah Yeah, it cold blooded Your neck too soft, put a knife to it Funeral rooms on it, got your wife too it, hoo The city cold blooded Up in here, who want it, huh? Yeah, it cold blooded Hit everything in the daylight, huh? Police ain't comin' for some hours Niggas ain't really talkin' for some hours You gon' die if you try to take ours Boy, we cold blooded, hah [Pusha T:] Black child born in the storm They had to bundle up to stay warm, bodega babies Strollers in the snow to the candy lady That sugar made the monsters of the Nineties crazy Child rebel soldiers of the inner city They hate me now, tigers next to Nas and Diddy His momma fell in love with drug-dealin' Diddy The only star left that was next to Biggie Little did she know, she was one of four And little did he know, he was one of eight Unknown siblings all through middle school With the same mean mug that was born from hate Yeah, bodega babies You wonder why these kids of the Nineties crazy Hide and go seek when their father's lazy And their mommas only want the early Nineties JAY-Z's [Swizz Beatz:] This city cold blooded, ah Yeah, it cold blooded Your neck too soft, put a knife to it Funeral rooms on it, got your wife too it, hoo The city cold blooded Up in here, who want it, huh? Yeah, it cold blooded Hit everything in the daylight, huh? Police ain't comin' for some hours Niggas ain't really talkin' for some hours You gon' die if you try to take ours Boy, we cold blooded, hah [Pusha T:] They said his skin wasn't light enough And his future wasn't bright enough Little sister don't talk much 'Cause they uncle had the Midas touch Evil is as evil does Momma looked away, blamed it on his needle buzz Sold his food out the freezer when he needed drugs Beggin' like he Cool J when he needed love Yeah, bodega babies You wonder why these kids of the Nineties crazy Broken black homes is the modern slavery You can't raise a savage and deny the rabies Woo, bodega babies Yeah, bodega babies How loud I got to scream for someone to save me And now I'm in this cell from everything you made me [Swizz Beatz:] This city cold blooded, ah Yeah, it cold blooded Your neck too soft, put a knife to it Funeral rooms on it, got your wife too it, hoo The city cold blooded Up in here, who want it, huh? Yeah, it cold blooded Hit everything in the daylight, huh? Police ain't comin' for some hours Niggas ain't really talkin' for some hours You gon' die if you try to take ours Boy, we cold blooded, hah |
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