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Let Down Head Cold

You don?t have to know me To know that something?s wrong Eighteen years later, nothings changed, nothing ever does Everyday just worse than the last

walk and if you walking my way I'm that Red Bull, now let's fly away Let's buy a place with all kind of space I let you be the judge and I'm the case

unfolds that the good die young Please, God, let a bad boy die old Do you think I wanna lie cold Or better yet have many shots come close to the head

cocky the state of New York Hot now, top down at the Rucker game New coupe, no roof, playa what's my name? Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Uptown, what now?! Let

they let me on this song? I don't even care who own this song Chris could've called me, man you should've called me Man, god damn I love this song Let

king Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin He said Man you out early we thought you got ten Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash

stop writin til the inkflow ends Work and work and don't halfstep Dog the mic every chance you get Motivation must be kept Stay down and build your rep Yo so let

mathematical Syndicate's in the house, let's get radical Bum rush the show and grab the mic Syndicate's chilllin out tonight They let me loose and now it's war ( ? ) let

I'm pickin' 'em up Let 'em play with the dick in the truck Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs Divorce him and split his bucks Just because you got good head