It snowed after two years gone by this Thursday The cold winds freeze my tears It's slowly drifting down with no sound When it falls down from the sky
K.] On your mark set, ready go H.A.W.K. and them Girt Boyz, blowing up like C-4 Out here chasing the do', and spitting felony flow Moving blocks of snow
I lose it I'm scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlas With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back nigga You are not realer, in fact you're feel
Dumpin' clips off at they whole clique mayn (clique mayn) When witnesses around, they know how we get down So when the cops come they ain't see shit mayn (shit mayn) My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snow
test some music, but the rhythm push my your hand away Easy as the alphabet Hard as solid rock Pure as the driven snow Pissin' on your block Mark my territory
me in twenty when those bubbles explode it's like that [Verse Two:] Back to back to back to stacking a brick match With the fact that I've sipped the
Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock)... [x16] Is it love such as that which I exhibit for my practice The factor which then amalgamates the baits with straight-jackets
I just got the call and it's time to go Where the oil falls like snow And the bullets steal the show To my family, my brothers, and all of my friends
that snowy mid-winter morning And now I'm mourning my inspiration's passing Numb with emotions and I'm left asking "Why?" As the snow fell I fell into
my heart soaring, But now it's falling like snow. Now it's falling like snow. Now it's falling like snow. And now it's falling like snow.
t fit in the breast and thighs Beautiful dark eyes, a strong stare Large lips, soft hands and long hair I said I'd make you smile for the simple fact
this is my secret garden" All right (In the land of ice and snow) Well okay (In the land of ice and snow) Well all right (In the land of ice and snow
than traffic, who's the first up? See them young cats fuck wit that Crack, but be the first stuck Too many on the same block, same talk In fact they
Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of a rapper that's wack As a matter of fact, I smack a back of the style, jackets are now Mellow minced, defeatin the
uplifted Smoke a chalice with the maddest and the most spliffted Turn the alphabet to calculus and flow swiftly See the matter of the fact is that I'
t no B-Legit Heard the shit and I was quik to cut his ass off Shit it did it first time that you took a loss But I didn't matter fact, I let you breathe
snow days, midachellow? park with a sledge in the hills and were flying through oak trees, it's the kid who collects cards back in 91 summertime comming out the storem, it's the fact
the wat to this Ballers, hustlers, chop ya bricks Been a long time coming, got a lot to get It adds to the snow, when we frost our wrist [Boo] Keep ya
