Cold World chords by The Genius, GZA
Verse 1
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I had a bad dream.
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Bb
Don't be afraid.
Bad dreams are only
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Cm
dreams.
Ab
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Em
What a time you chose to be born.
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Gm
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Gm
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Gm
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Em
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It was the night before New Years
Em
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an d all through the fuckin' projects
Em
Not a handgun was silent,
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
G
You know hoods robbin',
Em
snipers knew in sight
G
Fuck blue and white, they escaped
Em
before them flashed
G
the fuckin' lights
Gunshots,
Em
shatter first floor window panes
G
Em
Shells hit the ground
G
and blood stained the dice game
Em
Weather probe, calisthenic
In his style,
G
you said it, beat niggas toothless
Em
G
Physically cut up like gooses
Em
But with iron on the side,
thugs took no excuses
G
Therefore, your 52 hand
blocks was useless
Em
Links were snatched off necks,
G
scars on throats
Em
Jackets took af ter bullet rips
G
through coats
Against those who felt
Em
the cold from the steel
G
Made them fold and squeal
Em
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Once the metal hit the temple
G
of his grill
Em
Construction worker who
G
was caught for his bomber
Em
No time to swing the hammer
that was hanging from his bombers
G
Em
In his bug,
G
how some niggas catch slugs
And pockets dug from everything except
Em
And it does sound ill like
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
G
for young killers you don't suspect
Em
So cops creep like caterpillars
G
and born thieves
Em
They hooded with extra bullets
G
Those who try to flee they hit
the murder brake
Increase the murder rate
Em
Similar to hitmen who pull out texts
G
Em
And then drop those crack like tacos from Mexican,
G
rappin',
Em
G
like recipients casin' checks again
Gm
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Back to the motherfuckin'
spot on Lexington
Gm
G
we was cryin' for a sign
Em
and brothers gettin' knocked
G
Shit is deep on the block
and you got me locked down
Gm
G
in this cold, cold world
Em
Gm
G
We be waitin' for the cops,
Em
bustin' off shots
G
Shit is deep on the block
Em
and you got me locked down
Gm
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Em
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Gm
in this cold, cold world
G
No time to freeze,
Em
undercover's eased up
in Grand Prix's
G
Em
Packages in pocket, the currency
G
Em
G
Clicks, control strips, full clip for spray
Em
Yellow tape, barricades,
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
G
And I stay as harassed,
Em
scrambling for petty cash
G
Jake's on my ass,
young boxers learning fast
Em
Three fifty -severs and forty -fours,
G
walk inside corner stores
Em
Provide sparks for wars,
G
Em
hospital floors
Surrounded by the law,
G
homicide questioning
Em
while the jakes guard the door
G
My hood stay tense,
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
Em
I thought he was dead, but instead
G
He missed a kid and hit a 12
Em
year old girl in the head
And then fled
G
Em
Tactical Narcotic Task Force
G
Back off fast
Em
Cause the crime force
is passing off cash
G
Exhaustious for bosses
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,
Em
but the author of a modern day op era
G
With a main character,
Em
his presidential pa pers,
the dominant factor
G
Em
Gm
You know, you had me
G
With your senseless charm
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
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Baby, run ning from the cops,
busting off shots,
shit is deep on the block
And you got me locked down
Gm
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Gm
G
Em
G
in this cold, cold world
Em
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Em
You got me locked down
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Em
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Em
in this cold, cold world
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Em
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Baby he's cryin' but he's dyin'
and brothers gettin' lied to
G
Sittin' deep on the block
G
and you got me locked down
Gm
G
Gm
in this cold, cold world
Gm
We be runnin' from the cops,
bustin' off shots
Sittin' deep on the block
and you got me locked down
in this cold, cold world
Cold World
The Genius, GZA
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