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Cold Hearted

Diddy

Dreams Worth More Than Money [Bonus Tracks]

2015

Tried to pick me off like ? but I'm Randy Moss
And I ran it all for the touchdown, what now?
Gold AP all bust down, fuck clowns

My heart getting cold

This One's for You

Trick Daddy

TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition

2011

[Chorus]
I'm  blowin' good yeah I smoke it by the song,
And when them niggas call I don't pick up my phone
Niggas acting like broads make me pick

the gold

And when I finally make it through, it's a breakthrough
I'm blinded by light and I know it was all worth the while
I hope you feel it too

You look so sweet and fine, I like to make you mine
I could love you, amazin’
Not again
I said light up the city, light it up, I said light up

between the heat of Havana
And the concrete jungle of
Mexico City i didn't realize
It then, but, boy
Does it hit me now i realize how
Scary it must have

awake.

They couldn’t accept me as God so they called me devil, The all gold presidential, Ice around the bezel. I call it Lucypher, The bright and morning

Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel
I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous
Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better
I'm a trendsetter, I'm

do you still cross my mind
Why do you still cross my mind
Why do you still cross my mind
As the weather gets colder
It's harder to breathe in the air

don't fuck bitches from my city, that's how all these niggas be gettin' popped
I throw cross to get you crucified if you don't peep that plot
I know it's

Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Redman

The Coming

1996

for your era it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but

Ride the bike out the city
White lines passing by
Still you passing by
Still you passing by
Walking along the same way
So keep me safe
Call out my name

this, gonna fold from this
People starvin’ and I get gold for this?

You all chalk me up as some whiney fuck
Who’s stressed by success like my life sucks?

of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San

Hook
They really fucked up
They left me in the gulag by myself 
They  fucked up
I keep it real with the demons 
Im just fucked up
I’ve been crazy off

Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

Yeah, I'm giving it over

Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music

heart attack, and 
your nose will drip like it was gold in Alaskan.
I stole your chick, you ain’t notice it.
 Then, I froze my wrist like snow caps in

Search me now Lord
Search my soul
Search my soul
Search me now
Search me Lord
Search me Lord

Whole city on my back and my cross is
Whole city in my

Project baby ain't no Kodak, but we still gon' duck the law
Don't start flexing like you got it, all that cappin' get you stuck
Trynna come up with my city

touch it turns to gold, gold, gold
Used to look at me stupid at the show, show, show
Now when they hear this music they just go, go, go
I just- I just had

Caribbean Wind

Bob Dylan

The Complete Album Collection, Vol. 1

2013

Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire

Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
Hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think it's for me
But

gold
I’m gripping your soul
You’re dripping you soak
You glisten you glow
You glitter you’re gold

[Xai Cross]

Touch down in the city yeah
Tell me girl

When it's time to go it's time to go
No permission I'm a boss I'm on the throne
Riding in the city made of gold
I don't know, where else ima go

all by their full names
Never stopped holding on to her only claim to fame
She wore a gold cross on a rope chain

Now out here in Nashville I’m drinking

Niggas taking from my city but dont bring it back wit 'em
Think they city slick crystal clear my city slicker
Had respect before rap thats where we all