| «I'm sitting here, all alone…
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| Wonderin' why, why you did me so cold»
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| We stay spittin' in your ear
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| Come out the bushes firin', make you surprise hit of the year
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| And just off GP, my niggas be blazin' easily
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| Shoot entire fam' when we shoot, show you some decency
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| Avidly raw, rhyme with a mechanical jaw; |
| and we won’t fight you
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| Hit you with the M82A2 .50 Caliber sniper rifle
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| Go 'head and try to hide them secrets, what you gon' do?
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| When your casket drops, they’ll have plenty of dirt to dig up on you
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| After that sex change, I guess you not the man now
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| Cut off your arms, you the best MC, hands down
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| We manipulate, young impressionable minds with extremely exceptional rhymes
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| Celph Titled’s the one you idolize
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| Sellin' cassette tapes with Don Lapre
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| Marketing my methods on exactly how the god will speak
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| With deadly words that’ll rearrange your clique
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| I’m in the bathroom with a Tommy gun, droppin' gangsta shit
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| «How could you… have been so cold?» |
| (2X)
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| It’s like the darkest night meets the coldest winter
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| Ink froze when I wrote the scripture, sippin' on the old elixir
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| I use ice water color, composin' pictures depictin'
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| Me as the kingpin of game pimpin'
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| Hoppin' out the back of black Continental Lincolns
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| Visitin' the next man’s women and call 'em chickens
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| Listen up, delinquents: I told y’all
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| Number two below the zero EP, frostbitten
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| I’m so cold, but I wasn’t born to be
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| I see spirits in my weed smoke, hauntin' me
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| Fools got nothin' on me, the ?? |
| won’t cry
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| I’m so cold, the blood freeze when I make the song bleed
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| I give two fucks about y’all blue butts
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| Hoodied up like I be reppin' minority Ku Klux
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| If you gamble with your own life, roll dice and I might
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| Put your mind, body and soul on ice, cause I’m so cold
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| Lemme put these fuckin' words in your head, real simple and plain
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| My gun’ll make you levitate; |
| in the streets, I’m David Blaine
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| Deranged and insane, put you in a burgundy tomb
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| I got you callin' 9−1-1 in the emergency room
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| Military action, send in the regime
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| At my shows, we sell ammo in vending machines
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| The Bruce Willis of rap; |
| I got «Die Hard» fans
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| And right with knife-sharp hands, slicin' your fam'
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| Yo, I make muthafuckers freeze in they place like sculptures of ice do
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| I’m in my thirty-two degree fahrenheit mood
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| Oktober and Celph Titled; |
| we hold the belt title
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| But for death, we still fight you ill rivals
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| Tongue still reps the sword, simply slice you
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| From words exchanged back into days, I’m spiteful
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| To let trespassers in the game is taboo
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| Cover your scar with a Black Panther tattoo (That's cool)
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| «How could you… have been so cold?» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Cold, artist - Black Panther. Album song The Darkest Night Ever!!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп