Testi:
Cold As Life Scared To Death And Back

felt, I just kept running I'm scared, scared away from death No way, not just yet Scared to death and back Field trip to Hell No slips to sign and

wrong? To live my life as an outlaw all along Remain strong in this planet full of playa haters They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators And

own thing Drop some conversation Sit back and let the phone ring Niggas they wanna see me rise '97 watch me cut these motherfuckers down to size And

sight to the pain cold scalpel's steel whispers tear at my very core as I cling to memories of you I am so scared...so scared...I need you with me were

I laugh at you fag-niggas with dyed hair and pierced lips What kinda nigga from the hood is you? I could name fifty niggas that's as good as you But a

enforcement, if you want to call them that were here and they were shaking in their shoes. They were physically shaking, scared to death. Because certain

celsius I make Emcees melt, Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself" "Canibus is the type to fight for mics, beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life

between death and life reveals darks passageways, painted like stained glass Soaking wet from the rain and my brain tired and I'm barefooted freezing cold as

so I doubled him And affirmed to teach myself to float my way more credit And the serum between something low and the love to keep them separate And blitz