a y'all cats are soldier love Said we livin' in a cold, cold world And ain't nuttin' but fake faces, fake people, fake friends Said we livin' in a cold, cold
W K Y A Gilla house radio Yeah n***, I'm back And the weather outside is hot than a m*** But we cold chillin? in the Brick City So kick back, light some
Laundromat, duffle bag thinking of the next thing [G] But I'm in the East wing [R] Damn my shit broke [G] Hurry up nigga, this water look piss cold [
is 'We will bust' The rules our this our size Cross it young nigga and you will die Pumps, ride guns, even 25's Cash Money got this, don't even try
Bob's down with the crew ready to do Any muthafucka steppin' to F.M. Blue and Randy Austin You're lost when, you thought that you can hang with this Niggas, this
I'll call We only got one night to do it all I know baby it's such a pity Tomorrow night, we hit another city Cold macking in the game is all we do
you this is The City of Dope, might be your world Get a beeper homeboy and just sell that girl I?m from the town called the City of Dope It couldn?t
it Hit it Hit it Hit it Hit it Coolin' with the posse, playin' it hard Rollin' two deep as I drop the top Beams from the sun light up the city As I
Don't bother trying to listen to this LP if you have neither first switched off the lights and then laid your body to rest on the floor. Hopefully then
' to lose Nothin' to lose, time run out Nothin' to lose Lightin' the fuse to the bomb Nothin' to lose Nothin' to lose, time run out Nothin' to lose Lightin
) Lightin' the fuse to the bomb, better run out I'm goin' all out, showin' y'all what I'm about Gettin' in your mental, knockin' niggaz out Takin' this
this is all 'bout u Every other city we go, every other video (It's all 'bout u) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe (Yeah nigga, ha ha ha ha) Every other city
sayin' is this is all about you Every other city we go and every other video (It's all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city
I must then get, off this bus then split Man fuck this shit yo, I'm going the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 mile road I'm
black boys tap new york and the white guys wish they could He was standing feet sweet looking good to go I could swing this city but the traffic moves
cold truth? And there hasn't been a tally since Sally left the alley Since Sally left with Big Pretty, things have got pretty thin It's tight on this