one to blame Cold shoulder like a slaughtered cow In a butcher's fridge Cold shoulder, she had laid the plans Where we built our bridge To a better life, cold shoulder
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our family (YEAH MY NIGGA) For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players I rub you under your face with single-edged razors Cold street INTELLIGENCE, O.G.'s and REBEL MEN Grip quick, cock squeeze
Why'd I treat you so bad I should of known one day that you'd be gone You should of known one day that I'd be gone You should of known one day that we
, North and South I got my niggas The Top Guns here We gonna sign this one off like this: My life's been a great story in the ultimate war Should I
nigga I got my niggas The Top Guns here I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South We gonna sign this one off like this: Should
,there ain't none bigger About to unload the ammo,"E" squeeze the trigger They say I'm violent,they should watch their T.V They say I'm brutal,they should
, they tell you I let it bang Got a big reputation, there's something wrong with my brain N-gga front, I'mma squeeze it, go 'head stunt, I'm squeeze it
only fear is I have none My conscience makes me keep me to myself 'cause I blast on And I can fall asleep right next to a dead man I'm cold, I put bullet
is that of a hustler, or a nigga with his shirt off Trying to get his work off to customers I rap with a chip on my shoulder, squeezing Coronas See shirts
bet not tease it this east side nigga have ya ass dumb cheeeezing and sex is a reason put a sock in it cause ya cant help screaming im a cold hearted
Come on, life, death Here, gone, yo If I should die don't cry my niggas Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas And when I'm gone don't
bullets are lookin for them niggaz in black Lean back in the avocado El Dorado, passin the bottle Speakin Japanese like Nomi Masho She got a bangin body, cold
heard nuttin' this funky ?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky ?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky The definition of a rhyme breeder, beat needer We're the cold
about math It's about, who's the ho Tryna prove to me you hard, squeeze your tool, lose a toe You artists get the real footage of the squad you should
patient that rode through that you seen The reason that he's my man 'cause I tell him If he can hear me, to squeeze my hand and he squeezes So I tell
