I've been outside for ten long minutes, I'm freezing cold. I am not used to all of this snow. When I see the snow, it freezes me in place. I cannot
Tradução: Falsos problemas. Frío en el alma.
on em' Sacrafice myself for you no problem, (no problem) In the flames I burn for my niggaz thats gone And the niggaz that took the hits on my niggaz
green in blunts, you spend your green on chicks, Im on some playa shit, dynasty straight Lakers shit, Cook it up on some baker shit, and chop it up on
been accounting For unaccountable rap problems 'Cause accountant countin his rap dollars The ice watch on the sleeve of the white collar Leanin like the Pisa towser, he's in power Standing on
Cold coffee and more coffers, fake bonanza [2x] Huh? What? I don't understand ya! What they talking bout save they soul, ohh lord, save they soul! Help
Dwelling with my killers, smoking good, blowin' on that killa, word on the streets niggas wanna kill us, we got choppers, they dont wanna feel it Say they want problems
spyin on my ex girl In this world famous to nameless None of it is easy and none of it is painless Weighless on the moon watchin the earth turn Time on
A candle light the demon night is what it have to be Another problem for tha folks on Unsolved Mysteries Ya thought I was dead Naw instead I just faked on
on me, smoke spray our potpouri Y'all can bet I'ma rep how it's supposed to be [Chorus] [AZ - speaking over Chorus] You know! Not a soul baby! It's
bike, slide like up on his Klondike, get your dart right We movin on it like, wind breaker niggaz get they face broke Jury get snatched, magazine right on
t the witness the jewels know it after hit make your chicks wanna choose the hand is always working .. with the tools if it ain?t on the .. 7 hundred on
Don't Do That No We Don't Do That (Look Here) [Tha Joker:] We Don't Do That Fake Shit We Don't Do That Gay Shit, We Be On That Getting Money Every Fuckin
on thangs That's how them gangstas do it, we get our green in bricks We put our green in ***, you spend your green on chicks I'm on some player ***,
fake love or hate Right or wrong as long as the thugs relate I had some problems (You know) And no one could seem to solve them (Not a soul, baby) You
death I'm like a cat with nine lives, but none left I hear word after word after word once again I find myself prayin' on my knees sayin' Amen Cold sweat
