I live life day by day, that's my way free from the strife and the games that your kind play don't push me i have a foot to put down then you'll see who
Translation: Deadsoil. Cold Play.
I live life day by day, that's my way free from the strife and the games that your kind play don't push me i have a foot to put down then you'll see
(feat. Kim Morgan, Young Dru) [Kim Morgan] Mmmmhhhh... Playa, playa Ohhh.... [Verse 1: Jay Tee] Bounced about a new pay 5-0-1 still saggin Cup the
cold player, player Straight cold player Just a straight cold player Straight cold player I'm just a straight cold player Straight cold player Just a straight cold player
your heats in the air You gotta love being you Do it like I do Please excuse me if I scared you Just take a minute to prepare, dude I'm gonna play dress
I'm feeling alright I'm tryna stay aware And if you wanna trip than I'mma meet ya there To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair Players play, coaches
's adultery You full of shit, you close your mouth and let you ass talk Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add salt Stop playin', bitch, I got
When the night comes It'll be just like the day And without the day light I am glowing from within All because the sun shined once again So play that sweet tune Play
to her abuse She's in control of everything I'm just a puppet, she pulls my strings Denying truth, I'll test my fate I'll keep on playing this wicked
in Georgia Oh, it is rainin' all over the world Neon signs flashin' Taxicabs and buses passin' through the night The distant moanin' of a train Seems to play
I invent So it really doesn't matter how much I spent 'Cause, I'm droppin' hits daily, you burn me, really? Think Bad Boy been played a million times
be the same Chorus: Puff Daddy singing What do you do when they love you? (Let's) "live your life" What do you do when the love turns cold? (Let
ain't loud enough, man Oh, these muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with 'em Oh, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, man Ha ha ha, I
You can never see what I see, motherfucker Beanie Sigel, the realest nigga from the streets was taught Stay cased up nigga, stay deep in court Reminiscin' on that cold
Woman armed, Ghost is intelligent Made 30 offa Def Jam I was killin 'em Did cash on One-Sixteen I was feelin 'em Them days kept a crisp cold dollar bill
[Chorus: Ashanti and (Notorious B.I.G.)] See, my days are cold without you (Here's another one) But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you (And another one) And
real sick people from other cities use to drive from miles just to get a taste of this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa make my own moves
