Cold Blooded

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They say they're cold-blooded
 Yeah, he cold-blooded
 Your neck too soft, put a knife to it
 Funeral room zone, get your wife to it (Woo)
 They say he cold-blooded
 Upperhand, who want it? Huh?
 Yeah, he cold-blooded
 Hit everythin 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, ha
 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 make the monsters of the '90s crazy
 Child rebel soldiers of the inner city
 The hate me now, Tyga's next to Nas and Diddy
 His mama 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 '90s crazy?
 Hide and go seek when the father's lazy
 And their mamas only want the early '90s Jay-Zs
 They say they're cold-blooded
 Yeah, he cold-blooded
 Your neck too soft, put a knife to it
 Funeral room zone, get your wife to it (Woo)
 They say he cold-blooded
 Upperhand, who want it? Huh?
 Yeah, he cold-blooded
 Hit everythin 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, ha
 They said his skin wasn't light enough
 And his future wasn't bright enough
 Little sister don't talk much
 'Cause their uncle had the Midas touch
 Evil is as evil does
 Mama looked away, blamed it on his needle buzz
 Sold the 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 '90s 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 the cell from everything you made me
 They say they're cold-blooded
 Yeah, he cold-blooded
 Your neck too soft, put a knife to it
 Funeral room zone, get your wife to it (Woo)
 They say he cold-blooded
 Upperhand, who want it? Huh?
 Yeah, he cold-blooded
 Hit everythin 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, ha
 

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Duration
03:47
Tempo
79 BPM

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