Letras:
Fiend Cold Wit It

it I'm cold wit it, I'm cold wit it 'Bout to put it in a can so you can just go get it I'm cold wit it, I'm cold wit it Throw it against the glass and

life pouring belve on ya heart Money I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it Kobe can song with it, uncut raw with it Chop bricks take trips ot

I. Amin):] You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as

I. Amin):] You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as

50 Cent] She loves me, she loves me not Yeah she loves me not [Verse 1- 50 Cent] The fiends need me, I ain't around it, bones ache Detox, rehab, cold

: {Busta Rhymes} yo, it all began like, bust it My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip We met some niggas with alot of things they want em to flip I

lock it down, lames get off Jury match, range rack, fists of fury-act Don po, six hundred glow, Wally mack poly like that It's real ("Execute Them"),

you chase the pussy it?s a sin but if it falls in your lap it?s a blessing soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing French, to be exact, that Balmain

the consumers, how I look at life It's just another day in a hooker's life With no tricks, there's no pimpin' It's like drugs with no fiends, sex with