pitcher's mound And his uniform was torn And his number was left on the ground Then the night turned cold Colder than the moon The stars were white as bones
from the sky And on the cold, wet dirt I cry And on the cold, wet dirt I cry Don?t you wanna come with me? Don?t you wanna feel my bones on your bones
It's time to manifest this, shit we the flyest nigga Bring it to a whole, y'know? Gangsta nigga} Niggaz better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings
ordinary world, out my ordinary eyes Yeah, slipping out the ordinary me into someone else's life Into someone else's life There's a thin, white, cold
A house on fire, a wall of stone A door that once was opened An empty face and empty bones Who ate your heart, you're cold inside You're not the one
Beat my bones against the wall Staring down an empty hall Deep down in a hollow log Coming home like a letter bomb Cold was the storm That covered the
juggernaut walks Now let-down souls Can't feel no rhythm Sorry entertainers Like aerobics victims Hybrid people Light a wooded matchstick Toxic fumes and the Burning plastic Beats are broken Bones
hang your hopes on the wind Little one Just a little way Today all we need is waiting Night rise Like the evening prize In a turnstile backwards we fly Cold bones
Cold brains Unmoved, untouched, unglued Alone at last And no thoughts No mind to rot behind A trail of disasters A final curse Abandoned hearse We ride
Stranded in this spooky town Stoplights are swaying and the phone lines are down This floor is crackling cold, she took my heart, I think she took my
I've been searching for days now I've found something I lost On a holy roller channel asking me what's the cost On a couch in a cold room Pouring salt
still just a rat in a cage And someone will say what is lost can never be saved Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage I love all of you Hurt by the cold
child who cried beside their feet The scary one is back with clothes so white and clean And her face that's coated with a quarter inch of cream, cold
shit up, get up/ Feel us it's the real niggas/ The soldier field niggas, roll in control niggas/ and we roll wit cold killers/ So you better back up off
the world And see what we see, any y'all niggas comin' with me? So, come on Let me up in here and kill 'em, feel 'em niggas wanna bite the bone Bite the bone
name is Krayzie Bone I gotta bless da 40 ounce Who's next to bless da 40? I don't wanna put you out So yo, Wish Bone, my nigga, bless da 40 ounce! [Wish] Bone
you can fuck with them thug niggas? Come on, tell me the truth, nigga, look in my eyes, bitch, we get live Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, nigga, Cleveland's thuggish