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Текст песни Lord Tariq - This Cold World

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(chinese drums and bells combine in a beat)[older voice starts singing][Chorus 1]In this cold world, no matter where I go the crowds are all the same(uh huh huh huh uh huh let em know)To them I`m just a pebble in the sand, a face...without a name[Verse 1]Ya niggas would never understand the calibur I`m reppin`Hoes that I`m sexin`, cribs that I`ve slept inCars and stashboxes cash and glocks is kept inTalk how I`m steppin`, representin` the weaponSex, money and murder - have it, got it and do itSet it, plot it to get itSoutheast BX, the Soundview areaBlack Lex GS tan leather interiorMoves in Atlanta, meetins` in AlabamaCold blue steel under the green bandanaI copped raw yay on Broadway from bananasHoop fully eqipped wit chips and scannersNot a motherfuckin` shit? uhI see through yuor propagandaYo partner told me yo` paper proper in SavannaIf life`s a bitch..I gotta have herWhateva! Ain`t shit gonna work unles we all work together.[chorus 2]In this cold world, I struggle to survive and sometimes I would fall(uh huh huh huh uh huh let em know)You think someone would lend a helpin hand, they choose to see me crawl[Verse 2]Yo, Yo I had dreams I pitched quarters wit rich portageDrove miles Kin chow`s, all in the Feds filesBack before niggas wrap my chains and ringsI was teachin New York niggas how to slang them thingsShit check the credits, no mutes and no editsThese walkinletters after the cheddarblue, red and yellow, it can`t get no betterFuck banners, bandanas all colors - star-spangledFrom militants and gangstas, I covered all anglesDo a hit and twist a story until it`s all tangledSpeak when spoken spoken cuz I undertandthe langua{chorus 1}[Verse 3]Yo, yeah, yo, yo Lord Tariq, Soundview ain`t bout it, we of itRound the world they respect my gangsta, gotta love itLaws made to be broken, I`m tall - I stand above itStashin keys in a sugar bowl, inside the cupboardRap nigga, billion dollar industry to Bronx, I`m of itStep wide, if you steppin wrong - get you stomped or smothered- got undercovers through the jet, sun covered- got beat walkers runnin out out the jets like faggots- got niggas sellin gats- got gangstas sellin hoes and hash for twenty-foura grandknow your math- got newborn G`s break a scheme and plot- got forever thugs - they 40 and still on the block- got niggas in they jetsuits - gun don`t pop?I think not, you gotta blast to get what little we gotGot coke crack and crack to smack spotsNo main roads, just boondocks and back blocks in...{chorus 2}[Verse 4]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yoYa niggas feel froggy? then leap, yeah, you hard wit the heatBut I`m hard to defeat, the Lord-to-the-RiqBow down, say a payer, knees to the concreteTake you off on your feet, have you barf on the streetDon`t even bother to speakCuz Bronx here, game`s overLows the lazarus? to get you high, beat ya soberTech flame spit wit more range than a Rover4.8 gats knockin `jay-hovas`Ya

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