Letras:
Light This City Cold

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

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

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

direction So we bought a blacksmith in western strapped on his vest and that's his protection At the intersection waitin on arrival cause in the city

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

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

Break the fuckin breakdown in the working city... yo go get the plates and the gym star" "Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that" "Fuck this

juries Eight million stories in the city of furies Don't get the twist, you listen or get the fist I got nothin to lose so I gat fools with this Chorus

way down to baker street light in your head and dead on your feet well another crazy day you'll drink the night away and forget about everything this city