s all you'll ever be. And it never makes any sense Where is the innocence? And it never lets me see The things in store for me. I know I feel Cold hands
all you'll ever be. And it never makes any sense Where is the innocence? And it never lets me see The things in store for me. I know I feel Cold hands
man Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand Damn, I hope it don't spill Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel Still runnin' from the police
Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome
hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up (Fucking with a changed man) Changed man, you dealing with a changed man [Verse 3: Tupac] A niggas so cold
one act inhumanity Plus mammas said the seed was corrupted Used the rub her belly Begging us to breathe if she love us Now mamma sits quiet Sipping peppermint schnapps Turned
Hooligans and street urchins lurkin Doin hoods, a neighborhood's worst person Raises ? and the pushers and perverts Butchers cut like cold cuts the mind
eh, eh, eh. Get out my face. Check it. Mobb shit bitch. Lynch Mobb mane. Eh, eh. The Lu-Lun-iz 3 Times me Ager Man Bart Let me turn up the heat
is dope, def, real death-defyin Competators, get with mental def tryin The number one candidate, his hands'll make Dancers dance, he possess the hands
something I gotta say, say For all the fools, who fell for the first girl who comes their way, way I've been down that road and, now I'm back Sittin on
shiverin' and shakin' I'm from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explode If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll niggas'll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns cold
you be welcome here? Ride the wind that brought you back away No you can't come in No you can't come in I cannot stop my rebel hands from pulling out
hands off of my life!!! I turn away, you turn me back You look inside my moist eyes You crudle my blood, you bite my neck! Get your hands off of my life
of our toes Then they turn to me, cause you died I suppose But I can't seem to glance fast enough to be sure Back to summer days, cold hands on the
back twists the knife, So quick to flip the switch, Never know quite what hit, Behind lines you know, True colors always show, Forget that you exist, The hand
wasting away My rotten history Will find it's place So don't go So cold So don't go So cold I'll not be afraid It's taken this long To come back again
but still she's never known cold Call me in twenty when those bubbles explode it's like that [Verse Two:] Back to back to back to stacking a brick
