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
in the city slicker bust checks or puff cess ruffneck love liquor & act figures bloodsport on the streets no gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold
JFK Snow was melting on the ground On BLS I heard the sound Of an angel New York, like a Christmas tree Tonight this city belongs to me Angel Soul love...this
featuring Tha Alkaholiks Xzibit: When it comes to shit like this I always get it right the first time playa haters and snakes waitin' for mistakes
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
you with my appetite With all this power you're releasing It isn't safe to walk the city streets alone Anticipation is what I'm feeling Let's find the keys and turn this
The lights are out in city hall The castle and the keep The moon shines down upon it all The legless and asleep And its cold on a tollgate With the
better Let's give them one more reason now, now, now We walk in single file We light our rails and punch our time Ride escalators colder than a cell [Chorus] This broken city
ask for you city Pillars of marble and stone Friendship and love never last We wipe our hands on the ground Long have I dreamt of this windmill I dreamt
number on yr wall endless strange things I see at night you don't see anything at all CH1 shine a light into yr soul city streets so freezing cold city
em make this ish look eazy Eazy, I do this for a ling man beleive me Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy Man I broke the cold im in ice mode
he bought a black Smith and Wesson Strapped on his vest and that's his protection At the intersection waiting on the rival Coz in the city of angels
You've never taken that way with me before Did you feel the need for change? Apologies on your fingernails Love flickered in the city of lights Like
the ozone, plus I keep a d-pe line similar to Cold Stone's (uh), Ice cream (uh), pipe dreams is what they have when I pull up in that light thing (yeah
on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats But just livin' in the city
on Earth my own personal hell No matter how high I climbed, somehow I always fell I guess a lot of players got this story to tell No matter how cold you
