Out in the cold she fell her eyes drawn and her face pale she lost her life with that one mistake now she's sentenced to stay on her own oh she was oh
like this sound of this - something's comin You can picture like a photograph, envision the image Of one-two-fifth street and Lenox The old folks their souls are cold
't a soldier Chopper or fold ya, you not cobra commander, you bozo I'm the composer, writer of murder, the odor leakin out of your body, temperature is gettin colder
world of indecision So self destructive And such an ugly business In and out of fashion You always leave your mark An indefinite decision A dangerous remark ** When you're cold
Clap-Clap Yo! That's from here That's out for my player, outs for my man, -You know? -Yeah... I got that one 'cause the girl' doin' this as always business
s up You know that u can take it Girl and thas what's up Supa dupa fly Baby Girl, you so grown Bangin' cold flavor Thas some cold Rocky Road Mah friends
Black Attack 'Heartless' Check it, check it now Come on The real game Sex with little kids Word is out That it’s good for the biz [business] Demand is
turn bull panic . Back in the days. I’m off the drugs like a sonna. Nigga pushin ! boy. kill emselves like no other. Kid don’t like blues brothers. Cold
know (know), I know this is gonna be one rocky road Ugh, what part of the voyage is this? Friendship and business don't mix With anyone else it's just business
she said ya i'm an entertainer reached out and took my hand she was going to a mining town way up north to do her show i said it must be cold up there
new passports get out now Tell that boy I leave you alone Like a stove, I turned my love down Somewhere on the path we're both in the business of I
her clothes off and do the honors Yeah, now she hear I'm with them other bitches Yeah, I told her mind her fucking business Hehe, shit she probably out
take her clothes off and do the honors Yeah, now she hear I'm with them other bitches Yeah, I told her mind her fucking business Hehe, shit she probably out
, for the haters Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"... A true, entrepre-negro CEO of Disturbing Tha Peace Records He expended his empire into multiple profitable businesses
away But then I sold my first verse that cut the NSX But I was still ridin in them thin ass jets But now My business so clear out the window of the
m not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again Yeah, I'm on the bus in the back lounge Sweaty, cold confused in another unfamiliar town Another sold out
Three Realize it ain't about size Or havin' gats and guns Because it only takes one Handle your business Don't let your business handle you It's a lot
Three Realize it ain't about size Or havin' gats and guns Because it only takes one Handle your business Don't let your business handle you It'
