Cold World - Prodigy

Over here it get cold, you better have thermal

Under the hoodie, that’s under the snorkel

Pair o' gloves, two pair a' socks

Sweat pants under your jeans, kna’mean?

Neck scarf tied on my face

Those the hood earmuffs, I’ma lace

E’ry one o' you, throw you in the BubbleGoose

None of that tight shit, that’s too uncomfortable

A pair a' field Timbs, maybe Chukkas

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

You better play dead when we shoot

If we get that far it’s 'cause o' you

I gotta hold it down, I gotta squeeze

I’ve gotta go out 'n get this cheese

In this Cold World

Out here niggas die tryin' to get rich

To numb the pain we become addicts

O' this Cold World

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 the Uzi, then put it on my waist

That’ll keep me warm till I get on the train

Fuck, it’s cold as a bitch, on the subway platform, waitin' for the J

Real real late

Probably like 3 in the morning, sippin' on a pint of Hennessy

On my way to Brooklyn, comin' from the cribbo

Check my nigga Iller and Black Mizzo

They told me Lil' Hammer got killed

They shot him in his stomach for his diamond grill (Ohh shit!)

They said «I know the place where they took the ice out

And put in a new set of fronts.»

Wow

Make you want to stay in the house

'Cause it’s cold as hell, and these streets is foul

I gotta hold it down, I gotta squeeze

I’ve gotta go out 'n get this cheese

In this Cold World

Out here niggas die tryin' to get rich

To numb the pain we become addicts

O' this Cold World