Scars of life - gaping wounds. In between - womb and tomb. Pathetic existence. Traitors abound. In this existence. Taking them down
: (feat. Jay-Z, Lil Wayne) [Verse 1: Drake] Ive been up for 4 days Getting money both ways Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold spades Rolex
Ghost He's the on that scares me most Ashes to rain you feel no pain. Hell fire burns my conscience. My mind explodes Spine is severed, blood runs cold
: Deuce,deuce revolver was my problem solver Had a def girl,really didn't wanna involve her In the life of a gangster,use to rob bankster But now I'm
real Street Fighter blood war The third of the third, prepare to die for Your life's on the line so I'ma take yours So who wanna blood dance with me?
mother'd had, And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And
We're the Quixotes Colds when we need to be it Light in the dark they say me hometown is We have inculcated flavour in the concrete Painting my blood
is you I so despise [Tech N9ne:] We're livin in the cold age Road rage Dark no Sole No way Jose Cuearvo There goes yo day Every scare Everywhere Knows bogay This life
especially you will be left hurt) I'll take yo' place (This is the cold, harshness of life) (Just when it unfolds you lucky to grow old - life!) Cause
: Desert Rose why do you live alone if you are sad I'll make you leave this life are you white blue or bloody red all I can see is drowning in cold grey
: Desert Rose Why do you live alone If you are sad I'll make you leave this life Are you white, blue or bloody red All I can see is drowning in cold
m searching for today instead I found tomorrow And I put that shit right back like I'll see what I find tomorrow Young Money CMR, I'm Blood like a scar
the soul of a carrion Sleeping, yet awake For underneath this skin Crawls eden's cursed snake Hic est draco caudam suam devorans! You may have felt it's cold
'm searching for today instead I found tomorrow And I put that shit right back like I'll see what I find tomorrow Young Money CMR, I'm Blood like a scar
what you're in for, right? Blood flows like sands in the hourglass Cash moves everything, bitches in g strings Gats flashin', mothers make cream on a stick move Improve your dope flow, cold
All the permanent scars that the tech nine leaves Barely out the crib caught one in the leg Couldn't even get my [unverified] had to leave 'em for dead (Damn) That's cold
, no time for this aw, aw, aw when the gaged got caught in the car start the law, not trying to be a Cold Craft Star yo, you might be illin', you might