Tekster:
Light This City Cold

go cold Only the dead are smiling To rid your heart of all lies Their poison tongues, poison hearts Burning cold... Now let the final darkness fall I feel my soul go cold

the ozone, plus I keep a d-pe line similar to Cold Stone's (uh), Ice cream (uh), pipe dreams is what they have when I pull up in that light thing (yeah

on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats But just livin' in the city

your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city pimp [ ROUND 1: Shaquel Shabazz ] Gold, girls, cold

Everyday a star is born (Can you say New York City?) Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey Everyday a star is born (Can you say New York City?)

and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow This sho' is real, this is the

'Em make this ish look eazy Eazy, I do this for a living man believe me Soulja Boy Tell 'Em make this ish look Eazy, man, I broke the cold, I'm in ice

album, Hollygrove!, This track the finale, nah this the genesis, Young Money murderers, we killin' shit, Forever [Verse 9 - Drake] Alright I got this, you can never get this

and cuts you to the bone I've never seen it shine so bright before I stumble blind into the light of it all The walls of this city are all cold metal