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I done been crossed out
That's why my heart just been cold as December
I just remember
(Yeah) I play with the lakers they thinking i'm Majic
I got
the S to the T to the E to the double U
and when I got the microphone I woulda trouble you
My instincts starts linkin like park
you know I m comin tru runnin' tru very
to that
It was Eminem and Backstreet Boys
Fifty Cent in the club bumping New Noise
Linkin Park
And Street Sharks
Red power ranger could you call me Tony
First, we're walking down the park
Until it gets dark
We get high-high-high
I won't say no
Yes, even when you go
This is my point in time
Then,
man I’m cold-blooded
I guess December here to stay man I’m cold-blooded, woah
Cause we don’t got a lot of old money
Young on and my grizzle keep
to live across the street from the park in the villa
Me and the cuddy on the bench smoking Killa
Then the bus drove by and somebody banged on him
She said
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
Yeah, yeah
I'm feeling like a winner
Still cold as late December
I feel like any minute
I just might blow
I'm feeling like a winner
Still cold
a reputation
And I got a reputation
Got a, a rep a reputation
Played in the park
Packed with piranhas
I jump in puddle singing Nirvana
Passed by the past and I
Jah Live Jah Live
Jaaaaa live
Jah Live Jah Live
Jaaaaa live
Jah Live Jah Live
Jaaaaa live
Jah Live Jah Live
Jaaaaa live
My thoughts are
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
The pyramids will rise, eye, pie in the sky
Living life, live it right or live it twice
Is it fate? I try and keep my aura balanced
It radiates like
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The Under-boss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White
We got the real live shit
Die by the bullet when they live by the gun
Why I always gotta roll with a face on my shirt
Gotta keep it on me they ain’t taking me first
Why my niggas
strong they make swords bend
Live and execute a rough
Lyrics prolific shooter
In the womb receiving visions
From my physics tutor
Once the beat ignites, no
I’m into my mode
My Body On Go
I came to my senses
That I been a problem
Momma I’m sorry
Im tryna Live Different
Been a problem
Since Oochie
trying to tune out the world I entered
People soft, like Charmin, vibing cold like they're December
The future be moving quick, but my vision is slow
lookin' for a joog, guaranteed that Hus got it
Big profit, blue hunnids fallin' out my pocket
Can't knock it, bouta take off, long live the last rocket
Big
Louie Culture:
Why can?t we live as one? (Terror Fabulous:Oh yes Oh yes uno fi all understand)
Luciano:
I guess I have wasted my time (Terror
and every day I live my life in surrender
I'm counting my blessings From January to December
Gotta keep up with all of His goodness and wonder
Every day I
heart beat
It's Just pain and Jealousy
Crazy to think
My heart grew cold
Like the weather in December
And then for giving somebody my heart
It broke in
They probably'll banish me for spittin in how I'm live it
But I'm still with my tongue out - flickin it like a lizard
Bubba like chicken gizzards; fried
Eliminate the weed, stand firm wit my scrum
'cause I want all my real peoples to live long
[lidu rock]
These bitches wanna be my telephone love, and I got
(Fun to me)
Comedy gold, I don't give a shit and you probably know
Have it on your Bromley-by-Bows
'fore I get dark like only night knows
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