tha caveza, pincha puto That ring on your pinky was too cold Got pinch for two O's, and a half brick my staff is sick Had him confess like a Catholic
[N.A.R.D. / Johnny P] So I'll leave here mama I'll be there, ok Cadillac (cadillac) pimpin... pimpin (escalade) Do or Die Ridin through the cold Chi
m walkin' and she peepin' that my limp's cold See a playa Po' trippin', pimpin's the method To runnin' you try to play me in slow-vision Picture how I'm mackin' cold
all the broads want me I'ma do this till the law confront me Fuck a slow jam kissing and holding my hand I'm a cold man stay flippin gettin that fam
burned ya bridges a nervous wreck makin ya calls collect confessing ta hoes a man of respect now a vegetable scorned by the world for being cold-hearted
cold As closing the heart when all we need Is to free the soul But we wouldn?t be that brave I know And the air outside so soft Confessing everything
Midwest I must confess that in the Chi you so blessed Leaving nothing on my mind but Doggy, you and safe sex This ain't a test you ******* with a cold
whatever And rest in Peace to Aaron Hobson And the n-gga aint violent, but I carry options These n-gga be wylin' Believe me bro, cold-ass flow is 3 below
do do do dodo do dodo do) There in the air. (do do do do dodo do dodo do) There in the air. I had a dream last night about the other side And I must confess
I had a dream last night about the other side And I must confess that it was quite the ride I had a dream last night and the fact that you weren't there
my mind But I'll be fine Don't slip, it's not always this cold I'm tired of acting like I know Am I searching for the answers? No one knows And I must confess
to blame I don't believe he knows I acted for our good I'd save him all the suffering If I could Don't believe our good Save him if I could Cut the confessions
on the wood make the bank go good/ Drop it like its hot, we'll see who's the best, yes/ I must confess, I'm a cold-blooded nigga man/ Show me if you
I play a good game but not as good as you I can be a little cold, but you can be so cruel I'm not made of brick, I'm not made of stone But I had you fooled
hell raisin' And I just left somebody's father a quadriplegic Told him not to move or get shot to Egypt, he did not believe it He's losin' blood and I'm cold
I can't get out here, anymore 'Cause none of my keys fit the door There's fear and anger, hate and love I must confess, it's out of hand It's cynic