complainin' I'm might pleased we met 'Cause yo ffb u gimme just one little peck On the back of my neck And I break out in a cold cold sweat If I live
but me standing and you ain't wit me Sob stories all you left wit cause it's over Some say I'm mad, naw, I'm just a little colder [Chorus: Truth Hurts
[Game - Verse 1] Sometimes I have f-cked up dreams Wake up in cold sweats, can't sleep, Hit the kitchen for some Moet I get drunk, but I ain't never smoke
a have to hurt you Kingston boy I rep like no other Black, yellow and green I bleed the Jamaican colors The grill is cold the wheels is gold the chrome
magic As the day gets shorter and nights grow bigger Why on cops they always chasing a nigga And why on FOX they always selling us fear Twenty-four seven three six five
last dripping together but quick flashes of a planned lunch, cold red beef and a cherry wood fire, game pie and for him two pints of colder beer,
ve all forgotten you [CONVICT FOUR] When I get free ya won't see me Here for dust! [PRISONERS] Look down, look down Don't look 'em in the eye [CONVICT FIVE
that most us niggaz'll spit And about these scandalous-ass women that get money through gifts They'll suck a cold hard wood for some cold hard cash Or
'all small fries (Yo, I'm from the projects) Yo, but on the floor tied Don't matter, we'll take up all size Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five
cold sweat, cold sweat cold... go away, go away, go! i'm sweating baby in my bed of roses sweating baby in my bed of roses love, i don't want it hold
She always brings me what I need Without I beg and sweat and bleed When we're alone at night Waiting for the call She feeds my skin Sixteen and on the
within the streets of South Phil' Where niggaz think that killing's living real Shorties is getting wetted, fulfilling their fantasies to set it We don't sweat