Key: D major•
Verse 1
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F#
I had a bad dream.
G#
G
Bb
Don't be afraid.
Bad dreams are only
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Cm
dreams.
Ab
G
Em
What a time you chose to be born.
G
Gm
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Gm
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Gm
G
Em
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Gm
Em
G
an d all through the fuckin' projects
not even a tech
G
Em
Outsiders were stuck,
but enemies were put fair
G
Em
And blasted on the spot
before the pigs were dead
Gunshots,
G
Em
Shells hit the ground
In his style,
Em
G
Physically cut up like gooses
thugs took no excuses
blocks was useless
Against those who felt
Em
Eb
Once the metal hit the temple
that was hanging from his bombers
G
Em
In his bug,
And pockets dug from everything except
wars in Brownsville
G
Em
Or fatal robberies in Red Hook
where feds look for fu
G
Em
gitives to shoot cops
G
Em
Niggas laying on rooftops for his cream
he stashed in a shoot box
G
Em
But he was hot and the strip was filled
the murder brake
Increase the murder rate
G
Em
And then drop those crack like tacos from Mexican,
G
rappin',
Em
G
like recipients casin' checks again
Gm
G
Back to the motherfuckin'
spot on Lexington
Gm
G
we was cryin' for a sign
and you got me locked down
Gm
G
in this cold, cold world
Em
Gm
G
We be waitin' for the cops,
Gm
G
Em
G
Gm
in this cold, cold world
in Grand Prix's
G
Em
Packages in pocket, the currency
G
Em
G
Clicks, control strips, full clip for spray
sidewalks with bodies laid
G
Em
Madness strikes at twelve
o 'clock midnight
G
Em
Stick up kids on the prowl,
rope a staircase light
young boxers learning fast
G
Em
hospital floors
Surrounded by the law,
Em
G
loyalty puts strength in my team
Cause niggas make us serve
in this cream
Some niggas in the jet black galant
Shout out the Chinese restaurant
For this kid named Lamont
And then fled
G
Em
Tactical Narcotic Task Force
is passing off cash
The streets cause us beat
Gm
G
Having followers are Indians
trying to play cheap
You witness the saga
Casualties and drama
Gm
G
Life is a script, I'm not an actor,
the dominant factor
G
Em
Gm
You know, you had me
Gm
G
Em
G
But you looked so alone
Gm
G
Gm
G
As I walked on by
You got me locked down
Gm
G
in this cold, cold world
Gm
G
Baby, run ning from the cops,
busting off shots,
shit is deep on the block
And you got me locked down
Gm
G
Gm
G
Em
G
in this cold, cold world
Em
G
Em
You got me locked down
G
Em
G
Em
in this cold, cold world
G
Em
G
Em
G
Em
G
Em
G
Em
G
Em
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Em
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Em
G
Em
G
Em
Gm
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Gm
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Gm
G
Em
Gm
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Gm
G
Baby he's cryin' but he's dyin'
and brothers gettin' lied to
Gm
G
Gm
in this cold, cold world
bustin' off shots
Sittin' deep on the block
and you got me locked down
in this cold, cold world
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ChordsBm F#m F# G# G...
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