Scars of life - gaping wounds. In between - womb and tomb. Pathetic existence. Traitors abound. In this existence. Taking them down
'm searching for today instead I found tomorrow And I put that shit right back like I'll see what I find tomorrow Young Money CMR, I'm Blood like a scar
what you're in for, right? Blood flows like sands in the hourglass Cash moves everything, bitches in g strings Gats flashin', mothers make cream on a stick move Improve your dope flow, cold
All the permanent scars that the tech nine leaves Barely out the crib caught one in the leg Couldn't even get my [unverified] had to leave 'em for dead (Damn) That's cold
, no time for this aw, aw, aw when the gaged got caught in the car start the law, not trying to be a Cold Craft Star yo, you might be illin', you might
me) Whoever special, you will be left hurt (I'll take yo' place) This is the cold, harshness of life Just when it unfolds, your lucky to grow old, life
this Aw, aw, aw when the gaged got caught in the car Start the law, not trying to be a Cold Craft Star Yo, you might be illin', you might be wildin'
Now the feel the trance of this goddess, vicious vibrations Lapdances, venomous serpents of temptation Awkward balance, scars on my back from her talons An evil evening, drinking blood
is to be boss of all bosses The cost is ya life, swimming with sharks and orcas So keep ya guards up, or get scarred up It's a Cold World, I told you
high pitched from scars you can't stitch Mutilated and decapitated, white collar chicks Just from his involvement in local politics His outfit stained with the blood
Intro/chorus It goes: life, difficult times, and mad crimes Some pay the price, while others refine Blessed are those who struggle -- God loves you And
done started now Ain't no stopping this or calming it down Don't let me catch one of you fools out of pound Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking
my mother had And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye He was big and bent and gray and old And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I
nuts Now let's play a game of find and search while your mamma cryin' In church, I'll be spyin' for work, I'ma go right on 'Cause when your life's gone
my life a thug live my life wit drugs fuck everybody else I live my life for Blood, so Lexus, Moff and I got's to keep Triste near 'Cause Blood suppose
, word up I seen some cold nights and bloody days They grab and me bullets spray They use me wrong, so I sing this song 'til this day My body is cold
swipe, Gets a fine cos the change he got don't add up right, We're talking about a man who never lived a lavish life, Caught up in the age of computer
