| Spring forward, fall back
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| New coupe, all black
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| The dead of winter
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| And these rappers still wack
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| In fact I’mma blow up on the track
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| Like a suicide bomber
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| Roll around through Iraq
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| Instead I’m in Detroit
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| East Side, Beirut
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| When the thermostat drop
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| They cock, squeeze, and shoot
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| They out cold
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| Salute, army fatigues, and boots
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| I’m General Motors
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| And you all new recruits
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| First mission on the streets
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| Get you some big heat
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| And be prepared for war
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| Never retreat
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| We’re headed for Armageddon
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| I’m bleedin' like I’m sweatin'
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| The end of the world as we know it
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| Don’t be forgettin'
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| I’m locked and loaded
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| Got the cannons exploded
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| Leave your body in the ground
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| Decomposed and corroded
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| The Wicket rhyme, yeah I wrote it
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| So quotable that they quote it
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| Watch me walk on water
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| (?) away then I floated
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| It’s a cold day in Hell
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| 'Cause all the devils
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| Make you hot up here
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| And everybody wondering
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| How they gettin' shot up here
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| Even the angels up in Heaven
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| Say they got up there
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| Revelations, Last Days
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| If you not aware
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| On a cold Winter’s day
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| The slush turn to ice
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| And that’s why my heart
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| Been cold all my life
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| When the temperature drop
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| My heartbeat stop
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| Be a cold day in Hell
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| I give a fuck about a cop
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| Do it for TNT
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| And all my niggas on the block
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| Pop, pop
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| Piggity, pop, pop, pop, pop
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| Pop, pop
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| Piggity, pop, pop, pop, pop
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| Pop, pop
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| Piggity, pop, pop, pop, pop
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| Pop, Pop
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| Temperatures fallin'
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| Voices be callin' me Black Ice
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| They say don’t slip around me
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| Pussy, yeah, watch your lips around me
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| I’m out cold
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| Frozen ass and tits around me
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| How you finna shine
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| In the Wintertime
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| When there’s wolves out here
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| And it’s dinnertime
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| On a cold winter’s day
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| Blood stains on my pants
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| I can feel the frostbite
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| Start to tingle on my hands
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| I cannot hold my knife no more
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| She tellin' me it tickles
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| Told me slide it 'cross her throat
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| Until I see her blood trickle
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| She couldn’t get enough
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| She asked if could we make a snuff
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| She wanted me to beat her
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| With a hose and tie her up
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| Said, «Get some gasoline»
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| 'Cause it excited her
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| And next thing you know
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| She struck a match and lit a fire up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Cold Winter's Night, artist - Esham. Album song Dead of Winter, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп