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Cold Meat

Ro] Nothing but things I'm seeing, nigga be chasing divid-ends Pimping the pen, and I gotta keep a thermostat on my skin And catch a cold, with the motherfucking

As we were talking outside, It was cold, We were shivering, yet warmed by the subject matter. My wife is in the next room, We've been having troubles

in the streets And I hit these streets I'ma keep my peace until a nigga want beef But If he fuckin wit me then Ima turn raw meat cuz I'm just a Bone Thug

danger passing you Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels It's so cold The dark dug up by dogs The stiches torn and broke The raw meat fist

I?m tracking something cold Deadly but barren and not of this world So cunning it has been told Charming and treasured This diamond is charcoal And with

was five Raising cane, I spit in your eye Times are changing, now the poor get fat But the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back Eat meat

was five Raising cane, I spit in your eye Times are changing, now the poor get fat But the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back Eat meat

was five Raising cane, I spit in your eye Times are changing, now the poor get fat But the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back Eat meat

Her manner indiscreet. I knew she was Denny & Arthur: Easy, easy, easy meat Easy, easy, easy meat Easy, easy, easy, easy Easy meat, easy meat Easy meat, easy meat