cold, only the dead are smiling, oh 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
rise above Tearing my inside out [Chorus:] I feel my soul go cold Only the dead are smiling To rid your heart of all lies Their poison tongues, poison hearts Burning cold
Traduction: At The Gates. Cold.
does it felt Bruise a whip, I kept it except Keep it underneath the seat of my ride nigga, you looking at death Notice the sign on the gate, don't beware
was cool? and at you?, what the fuck is gone do? Barbecue and boo-hoo Ride or die, get money all at the same time Split the pie with the homie, ball at
and get blasted With five deadly venomz (Yeah 'Pac, fuck that, still hittin em up with that old deadly shit. Aiyyo Treach where you at? Step up and hit
[Intro] Yeah, let's take 'em back Uh huh [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold
sing That makes a lonely one less cold oh Before I hang upon your shoulder and cry At the gate I'll wave goodbye To the friends that were my lies And I'll see them off at
you now. I walk by tranquil lakes and streams As each new season's dawn awaits I lay awake at night with troubled dreams The enemy is at the gate. Beneath
tryin' to take one destruction, Bang! And I'm thuggin' off at the golden gate safely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads (So you won't be lonely) See you at
was hot but we was nowhere near ready to fall My son said he shot, but he wasn't bleeding at all Word, I started buggin when my nigga said he feel cold
with your corpse Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk See me at the pearly gates in line, wearin a Nordface Nickle nine at my waist, God
I, never can say goodbye I, I don't know the rest [Posdonus] We those pros, we never procrastinate (ah) Them guardians they shouldn't let you get past the gate
to let the hammer go click on my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine fool its your bad time feel the blast of the chocolate bomber Infra red aimed at your
cry - To the ages of violence and of hate To explore the left hand path I came alive Into my striding, the shell of a god in the cold My soul is just
