stay low 'cause the world's gettin too cold we yellin out the "O" 'cause the world's full of bitches It just is Cold cold world Picture two worlds collide
Oversættelse: Do or die. Kolde World.
money, fuck the world, that's adultery You full of shit, you close your mouth and let you ass talk Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add salt
Walking the road Looking both ways I don't know which way to go And what do I count on Is it the road less traveled or the one I already know? And no
Lord, it's rainin' all over the world Rain How many times I wondered But it still comes out the same No matter how you look at it or think of it You
The old folks, their souls are cold like tenants Tryin' to keep your weight up, better eat that spinach For four twenty five, niggaz lives get diminished The world
Woman armed, Ghost is intelligent Made 30 offa Def Jam I was killin 'em Did cash on One-Sixteen I was feelin 'em Them days kept a crisp cold dollar bill
that's gone end up being a dead body Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul For bricks or
sector 10 He had a friend name miller man [Incomprehensible] So strong for so long All I wanna do is sing my simple song Square or round, rich or poor
take my hand, come take my hand (Go to that place to get to this one) We'll walk this world together through the storm (Now some of you) Whatever weather, cold or
My pride is gone, my heart is stoned My days are long, and you don't understand that My nights are cold, who do you call when you're alone? And it's
a gangster stalking Living life like a firecracker, quick is my fuse Then dead as a death pack, the colors I choose Red or blue 'cuss or blood It just
Top Guns here We gonna sign this one off like this: My life's been a great story in the ultimate war Should I ill or do right? Make peace or go raw?
is blind We only got one right left in the world today Let me have it or throw The Constitution away What they're trying to do with radio With this,
freestyle shit but I don't do that I just cold lounge up here at the ammo dump With my nigga Aladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga Henry G Yeah, we do the shit
here I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South We gonna sign this one off like this: Should I ill or do right? Make peace or go
Mission that's to cure all punks as I bust caps Peelin' your back, my ammunition hollow-point raps You try to run, that makes it even more fun I just cold
gold that jewelry don't phase me Cordless phone, eight or nine homes Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones Bank account boomin', fast lane zoomin' Known around the world
