G Nova Sound - Blizzard of 1996

The city’s so chill
The city’s so chill
The city’s so chill
I was born in '92 the blizzard was in '96
It's was a cold New York night and this kid lost his life
Up there on the Blvd, shot em down with no regard
A cold New York night when this kid lost his life
Up there on the avenue, no witnesses as usual
A cold New York night and this kid lost his life
It was a Cold New York night, this kid lost his life
The cities full of theives and the addicts
And the ozzies and the ratchets
I'm like let me grab my jacket
Such a cold New York night
It was a New York night, Rod was on the way home
So much beef in the street, probably should have stayed home
His baby mother trippin', straight blown up his phone
He's thinking to himself, Dam, what the hell is going on
He picks up the phone
Shorty starts panicking
Said his son is on the porch, stiff as a manikin
He's thinking to himself, his son’s life can’t be over
They hit him hours ago, It snowed and it froze over
He’s only 16 so it’s kinda confusing
So much beef in the street, he don’t know who did the shooting
He’s dazed heart broken cuz he knows he should have moved 'em
He pulls up to his crib and his son is not moving
It's was a cold New York night and this kid lost his life
Up there on the Blvd, shot em down with no regard
A cold New York night when this kid lost his life
Up there on the avenue, no witnesses as usual
A cold New York night and this kid lost his life
It was a Cold New York night, this kid lost his life
The cities full of theives and the addicts
And the ozzies and the ratchets
I'm like let me grab my jacket
Such a cold New York night
It was cold New York night and Pac was in the city
Headed to the studio, bout to link with Biggie
Known each other for a while, they was both coming up
Big is on the radio now, He’s blowing up
Seen em thru the window, "Yo Big Im coming up"
Headed for the elevator jack boys shot him up
Got em to the hospital in a New York Minute
Got better and drop Hit Em Up cuz he thought big did it
Who Shot Ya, separate the weak from the obso'
Everything getting hit up like how Tommy killed Proctor
An eye for an eye man that's how we both live
We know who killed Tupac but we don’t know who killed Big
It's was a cold New York night and this kid lost his life
Up there on the Blvd, shot em down with no regard
A cold New York night when this kid lost his life
Up there on the avenue, no witnesses as usual
A cold New York night and this kid lost his life
It was a Cold New York night, this kid lost his life
The cities full of theives and the addicts
And the ozzies and the ratchets
I'm like let me grab my jacket
Such a cold New York night
It was a cold New York night, Sean’s looking for a come up
Ain’t never shot nobody but got good at picking that gun up
Never knew his pops, his uncle treats him like his son
He figured he could take his gun and put it back before the sun up
Now son up, walking the back blocks
Looking for a by stander that he could knock
He spots a guy about the same size walking in a hoodie
Walked up to him from behind and said “Yo what’s goodie”
Give me everything you got, your sneakers and your watch
I’m armed and fully dangerous, don’t get your self popped
His adrenalin kicked in, he’s feels legit
Till he turned around drew a gun back and that was it
It's was a cold New York night and this kid lost his life
Up there on the Blvd, shot em down with no regard
A cold New York night when this kid lost his life
Up there on the avenue, no witnesses as usual
A cold New York night and this kid lost his life
It was a Cold New York night, this kid lost his life
The cities full of theives and the addicts
And the ozzies and the ratchets
I'm like let me grab my jacket
Such a cold New York night

Written by:
Gerald Campbell

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