Lyrics:
soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce
Uh, hit me
Don't explain (uh), you never change (uh)
Same old thang (ugh), same old game (uh)
Say ya want (uh) to be wit' me (uh)
But show me
Uh, hit me
Don't explain (uh), you never change (uh)
Same old thang (ugh), same old game (uh)
Say ya want (uh) to be wit' me (uh)
But show me
shooter while fake niggaz getting drunk off of wine coolers
Yo, uh...
Yo she big on the game it's broke I want to fix it
Make hot... and get that
Gangsta took you to war
Off wit yo head G
Don't ever underestimate
The 40 is off
Then you roll down for murder
And my game is cold
Situation bout this
socrities
Gettin' all these keys at playa prices
Top notch ho by da name of Icess
Soak it up qick 'cause da game is priceless
Money and mackin' is nothin'
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
Get yo ass beat by a white boy in all pink
Yeah I'm eating ass, mouth prolly smell like shit
And I'm blowing gas, and I will fuck yo bitch
And I will
Butterfly's to
caterpillar I don't wanna see you wither
In this time I know this feeling
Summer days
And cold winters
Lord forgive me I'm a sinner
myself I don't need a crew
From the streets I know how niggas move
See you doing good try to get rid of you
Everything changed it's a cold game
Gotta duck
LOVE
STACKING CHIPS NEVER KNOWING I’D BE FAMOUS AMOUS
THIS GAME IS COLD BUT I CAME IN FLAMING
AND THEY SAY IT’S GREATNESS
IT TOOK TIME SO ID SAY
the rap game
It's time to have it all; he said he figured he same
We realized this a planet of cream to obtain
When the predominant rap, conglomerate
Dane, I mean, Hakeem
And we was buildin' on how we could organize the team
For this capital gain bein' that we in the rap game
It's time to have it all;
cold with a slug might heat me tight
Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like
It's my work by the surf when they turn off the lights
aint no gimmick, I swear that his wording tough
Teflon by the mouthpiece (whoa)
Heff-Dawg, I'ma Sound Freak (Yo)
Drip-Dawg, I can wear slides when I come
pure again
It's yo friend the Prince Of Darkness
Whenever the dark hits
I feel my heart get
To beatin' an you bustas be my target
PM it's cold heart
Yeah
Yo, Word up man
Fuckin' cold out here, man.
My fuckin' toes is killin' me, man
I fuckin' been on the block all day, man
But you know I
dealers
And cold hearted killers
Could it be it's in my blood
Cause my mom sold drugs?
She used to bust slugs and
Surround herself by thugs
Made mistakes by
Like the 'pollo, I
The holy spirit of Chicago
Married to the game
I should have took the bitch to Cabo
I know, I know like Bill Withers, feel niggas
figure out what's making all these teardrops fall down
Is it the cold or just the pain from last night's fallout?
Thoughts in my head, she and her friends
It's cold but it's not
It's twice as deep
Fuck real
It's 2 o'clock, it's about to hit the street
Nigga, scuff me nigga
So I knock off this ride
Fight
would have fucked my attorney
If you sleeping on me nigga, than I hope you toss and turning
I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she will confirm
money money, go shopping!
Take money money, go shopping!
No matter what the weather, winter spring or fall
We'll be doin it, "at the mall"
Yo what
a promise hard to keep
You felt a cold wind you had a conscious sleep
You was cooking by yourself and heard stomping feet
Watch out for ghost busters
I use
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