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Business The Out In The Cold

Out in the cold she fell her eyes drawn and her face pale she lost her life with that one mistake now she's sentenced to stay on her own oh she was oh

like this sound of this somethin's comin' You can picture like a photograph, envision the image Of 125th street and Lenox The old folks, their souls are cold

run his mouth and snitch out everybody? The kind of nigga that's gone end up being a dead body Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley It's cold

the storm (Now some of you) Whatever weather, cold or warm (Might still be in that place) Just lettin' you know that you're not alone (If you're tryin' to get out

task Didn't know what the cops wanted Didn't have the time to ask Word Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin' Cold bugged' em out

or break it,although most emcees do fake it I'll say the ICE can't take it,time to microphone bake it Raise the heatin' level,break out your coal shovel

anger just jumps out !! Perpetrators in the business claim their hard as hell Talkin' that gangster shit, known they're soft as jell- Oh! Better chill out

your first child? Hey, why you're lookin' at me like that, man? Who looked out for you when no one else was there? Hey, I'm your friend, man Now word's out

the island Then take her clothes off and do the 'inas Yeah, now she harem with them other bitches I told 'em mind her fuckin' business Said she probably out