go cold Only the dead are smiling 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
hard-headed man He was brutally handsome, and she was terminally pretty She held him up, and he held her for ransom in the heart of the cold, cold city
a hardheaded man he was brutally handsome And she was terminally pretty. She held him up and he held her for ransom In the heart of the cold, cold city
wash my face, I do these type of things so I won't be a murda case. When I'm rollin' in my ride it be a look on my face so cold, Starin at yo ass so hard
in prison for 10 but uh money, hoes, cars, clothes came from flows not quarters to have tha whole os this[? ] as tha cold king Johny got me lookin live a light
remember the Maab This isn't Den-Den and Z-Ro, y'all better remember the squad Two different labels but the same cable, remember we connected Woodfair to Missouri City
better get somewhere, you can't block the shine I'm ready for any nigga, that wanna get out of line I'll tell you one mo' time, you better respect my mind When a red light
fake ass This ain't the boot nigga this H-Town we'll take your cash Niggas come against me, but get they ass out Seem like when I cut on the lights all
ll be coolin') [VERSE 2: Brother Marquis] Coolin' with the posse, playin' it hard Rollin' two deep as I drop the top Beams from the sun light up the city
at the same night sky I can?t give in I?ve worked to hard for this I let the stress build, I sit and ball my fists This town gets cold I pull the wool
block hittin' co'ners Mobbin' like a muthafucka livin' like I wanna Ain't no stoppin' at the red lights I'm sideways Thug Life muthafucka criiime pays Let the cops put they lights
you but you know I'm lyin though, hah! Yeauhh [2Pac] You probably crooked as the last trick; want it light but how I got my ass caught up with this
bank like this In the club make it rain like you rich (like this) put em up You ain't never seen a squad like this Clarksville stand up this is it (like this
Ice Your only rivers run cold These city lights They shine as silver and gold Dug from the night Your eyes as black as coal Walk on by Walk on through
JFK Snow was melting on the ground On BLS I heard the sound Of an angel New York, like a Christmas tree Tonight this city belongs to me Angel Soul love...this
