all you'll ever be. And it never makes any sense Where is the innocence? And it never lets me see The things in store for me. I know I feel Cold hands
s all you'll ever be. And it never makes any sense Where is the innocence? And it never lets me see The things in store for me. I know I feel Cold hands
you don't wanna get dead No, it ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the gorilla The mo' scrilla the more real-la, I live to rule Don't hold me back,
of got an applause This girl did everything on earth to me that could be done The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come Then she cold got
of got an applause This girl did everything on earth to me that could be done The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come Then she cold got stupid
't call her back Relax lil' cat, let the big dog attack Thought it was over for me homie, did you fall for that? You turn rigor red, no cardiac Get your hand
but he ain't ass fast as me Slip behind a trash can blasting watching his ass retreat Chrome is two turned bitch, I love this city heat Arsenal, blazin
beat back bullets You're full of it; you were just in his CD's Left at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his wheaties No peace treaties, he's turned
gave way Turn it round, shut it down, what the people say Climbing up, coming down, gonna give you some Take my hand and let it come, let it come, let it Take it back
odds of a turnaround Gut screams out next to none So turn it on, tune it in And stay inert You say, "I've got the backbone" The back way to escape
you know, im stunnin man look at me i i i'm the man here i go im commin' man for this money ah do the runnin' man got in hand, we gone chop her wave that
old man's limousine head back towards the grave I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save. The sun turned cold over President
've got to re-route my dreams Back on the microphone, your number one controller I rock the microphone like a blizzard, I?m so cold I?m tryin? to hold
hand Makin' his way across state in a fiddlin' band With hair all down in his eyes And the microphone all covered with flies When he gets done playin', goes back
is the deal, guns I'm runnin Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back
run up and the liquors gon' hit the freezer, grab a old gold like my 4-0, my flow so cold i gotta have some, turn the music back up to the maximum, niggas
Krayzie: Yeah, come on, come on, come on. This is my family. This is my family, my family. Layzie: Lord, help make up my mind. Which way do I turn
mother fucking spot be hot Nigga wonder where I be 'Cause I'm always cold fresh out of the Penn Talking about holler at me I got everything from hand