's like to hurt 'Cause I've been treated like dirt befo' ya And love is evil, spell it backwards, I'll show ya Nobody knows me, I'm cold, walk down this road all alone
a class full of innocent children Driving down some cold interstate? Did you feel guilty Cause you're a survivor In a crowded room did you feel alone
the sound Of the nine when they kill ya So you didn't pay your debt But you had to pay the consequence (But you had to pay the consequence And blood splattered
know but got no place to go) (The nights are cold and we need a place to be") We will walk until my blood runs out Until my heart is burnt you are not alone
I share this prayer Father God I pray yo holden' me down Like an angel please keep um' around My broken heart blood shed its tears Left me alone and
be standing alone in a blank, blank space So believe you're who you are and stay in character But at the end of the play, the audience walks away And
' alone that really irks me You ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk Be smart and stop tryin' to walk how G's walk before we spark Hug the floor
reffer Iraq, the name alone got you shook back on the island you got ya man hood took but turn around when you walk through guns are hawk you, already
name alone got you shook back on the island You got ya man hood took But turn around when you walk through Guns are hawk you, already took ya shit No
the street Have your poor momma raisin the sheets, muh'fucker [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Let me tell you 'bout myself, you can find me alone On the streets
vision forms Inside my mind a dream was born I drove a car that's now destroyed A woman's inside like a broken toy Blood goes cold as I realized Her
forms Inside my mind a dream was born I drove a car that's now destroyed A woman's inside like a broken toy Blood goes cold as I realized Her face
leave the station for your blood affiliation I say heavy metaphors, flow so overweight I could rap around these other youngin's like a cobra snake Frostbite drizzy nigga, nobody is cold
low rider A real lyricist nigga fuck a ghost rider Dance baby I'm your provider Yous a fly girl bitch I'ma spider I'm on that ass like please leave me alone
A lovely lady boards looking tired and half awake, He smiles, she reminds him of his wife that passed away, She says something as she walks right past
women, but from the men You know what? It feels good, my friend [PMD] I'm the P double E, the Thrilla of Manilla Better known as the MC cold killer PMD cold
in your well You spent your last alone Dollar On seven shotgun shells Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Way out in the wilderness A cold