Cold Lyrics
| Song | Cold |
| Artist | Sunz of Man |
| Album | The Last Shall Be First |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Chorus：bizmarkie *sampled* 3x | |
| I walked away and i lived too cold | |
| Intro：hell razah | |
| This goes out. | |
| This what y'all niggaz all been looking for. | |
| A litte story for all my brothers. | |
| You know what i'm saying? sunz of man return. | |
| We gon' walk on by and keep it moving. | |
| Just when it got cold. | |
| Cold sunz we got jewels, we gon' walk on by and keep it moving. | |
| Check it. moving. word up. | |
| [hell razah] | |
| Aiyyo, my thoughts be colorless | |
| The undercover rich, haters loving it, watch the hell king tut' with it | |
| Queen's, bathtubbing it, my diamond's cutting it | |
| Sharp and on point, fuck the tricks of the government | |
| Money rules the world, watch my people suffering | |
| Cops busting in, handcuffing men 'til they wrist bleed | |
| Some read what they don't need, give to seed | |
| Black, lebanese, rabbis in green fatigues | |
| Microphone masked mc's, macabees | |
| Hard head mc's get told and still they freeze | |
| The truth came in flesh but still you don't believe | |
| The best thing you know is the spots to find weed | |
| Get the knowledge dungarees, we still struglling | |
| Sunz of man, uk keep it bubbling | |
| We come to clubs, like the ones who bring the trouble in | |
| What, he sold his soul, life publishing | |
| (chorus: 2x) | |
| [hell razah] | |
| Have to walk on by and keep it moving | |
| [prodigal sunn] | |
| I remenise all my dark days whenever i phase and kept a blaze | |
| Y'all mental slave renegades, wasn't enough to eliminate | |
| In my lifestyle of hard times and good times | |
| Stood mine with the wines, became nice with the mind | |
| Born intelligent, fuck elegant, i represent | |
| For the ladies and gents, deliquents and presents | |
| Everyday hungry, gun play on the sunny | |
| Crews sweeter than honey, stars fuck for all they money | |
| Stupid dummies, fifteen slugs flood the tummy | |
| Thugs rapped like mummies, sipping remy's | |
| The clip empty, feeling shifty, swifty | |
| Highly intoxicated, simply in fatuated | |
| Never thought he could be faded | |
| Up in the hospital, critical, eating pickles | |
| With no teeth, back on the streets he got beef for little keith and tariff | |
| A walking death wish, living selfish, i sort of felt this | |
| The fifth of september, he felt helpless and breathless | |
| (chorus) | |
| [hell razah] | |
| Today, life, shoot out, a dice game, bank loot out | |
| Jewels out, laying on three hundred dollar sweaters | |
| Tools out, last day schools out, nine berettas and better | |
| Carry the eighth or red leather, timberland weather gear | |
| Hands in the air, this is a stick up, don't play for hiccups | |
| You won't need a body pick-up, money in the laundry bag | |
| Hungry comrads get they guns from a-rabs | |
| With the loot that they had, they rob more victims on the av. | |
| Today cash, examples of the program | |
| Lord sun of man, stop killing your own relatives | |
| Unknown start giving the liquid to the dry bones, | |
| We all came from the same throne | |
| Raise the dead with the brain poem, one is aimed home | |
| (chorus: 3.5x) |
| Chorus: bizmarkie sampled 3x | |
| I walked away and i lived too cold | |
| Intro: hell razah | |
| This goes out. | |
| This what y' all niggaz all been looking for. | |
| A litte story for all my brothers. | |
| You know what i' m saying? sunz of man return. | |
| We gon' walk on by and keep it moving. | |
| Just when it got cold. | |
| Cold sunz we got jewels, we gon' walk on by and keep it moving. | |
| Check it. moving. word up. | |
| hell razah | |
| Aiyyo, my thoughts be colorless | |
| The undercover rich, haters loving it, watch the hell king tut' with it | |
| Queen' s, bathtubbing it, my diamond' s cutting it | |
| Sharp and on point, fuck the tricks of the government | |
| Money rules the world, watch my people suffering | |
| Cops busting in, handcuffing men ' til they wrist bleed | |
| Some read what they don' t need, give to seed | |
| Black, lebanese, rabbis in green fatigues | |
| Microphone masked mc' s, macabees | |
| Hard head mc' s get told and still they freeze | |
| The truth came in flesh but still you don' t believe | |
| The best thing you know is the spots to find weed | |
| Get the knowledge dungarees, we still struglling | |
| Sunz of man, uk keep it bubbling | |
| We come to clubs, like the ones who bring the trouble in | |
| What, he sold his soul, life publishing | |
| chorus: 2x | |
| hell razah | |
| Have to walk on by and keep it moving | |
| prodigal sunn | |
| I remenise all my dark days whenever i phase and kept a blaze | |
| Y' all mental slave renegades, wasn' t enough to eliminate | |
| In my lifestyle of hard times and good times | |
| Stood mine with the wines, became nice with the mind | |
| Born intelligent, fuck elegant, i represent | |
| For the ladies and gents, deliquents and presents | |
| Everyday hungry, gun play on the sunny | |
| Crews sweeter than honey, stars fuck for all they money | |
| Stupid dummies, fifteen slugs flood the tummy | |
| Thugs rapped like mummies, sipping remy' s | |
| The clip empty, feeling shifty, swifty | |
| Highly intoxicated, simply in fatuated | |
| Never thought he could be faded | |
| Up in the hospital, critical, eating pickles | |
| With no teeth, back on the streets he got beef for little keith and tariff | |
| A walking death wish, living selfish, i sort of felt this | |
| The fifth of september, he felt helpless and breathless | |
| chorus | |
| hell razah | |
| Today, life, shoot out, a dice game, bank loot out | |
| Jewels out, laying on three hundred dollar sweaters | |
| Tools out, last day schools out, nine berettas and better | |
| Carry the eighth or red leather, timberland weather gear | |
| Hands in the air, this is a stick up, don' t play for hiccups | |
| You won' t need a body pickup, money in the laundry bag | |
| Hungry comrads get they guns from arabs | |
| With the loot that they had, they rob more victims on the av. | |
| Today cash, examples of the program | |
| Lord sun of man, stop killing your own relatives | |
| Unknown start giving the liquid to the dry bones, | |
| We all came from the same throne | |
| Raise the dead with the brain poem, one is aimed home | |
| chorus: 3. 5x |
| Chorus: bizmarkie sampled 3x | |
| I walked away and i lived too cold | |
| Intro: hell razah | |
| This goes out. | |
| This what y' all niggaz all been looking for. | |
| A litte story for all my brothers. | |
| You know what i' m saying? sunz of man return. | |
| We gon' walk on by and keep it moving. | |
| Just when it got cold. | |
| Cold sunz we got jewels, we gon' walk on by and keep it moving. | |
| Check it. moving. word up. | |
| hell razah | |
| Aiyyo, my thoughts be colorless | |
| The undercover rich, haters loving it, watch the hell king tut' with it | |
| Queen' s, bathtubbing it, my diamond' s cutting it | |
| Sharp and on point, fuck the tricks of the government | |
| Money rules the world, watch my people suffering | |
| Cops busting in, handcuffing men ' til they wrist bleed | |
| Some read what they don' t need, give to seed | |
| Black, lebanese, rabbis in green fatigues | |
| Microphone masked mc' s, macabees | |
| Hard head mc' s get told and still they freeze | |
| The truth came in flesh but still you don' t believe | |
| The best thing you know is the spots to find weed | |
| Get the knowledge dungarees, we still struglling | |
| Sunz of man, uk keep it bubbling | |
| We come to clubs, like the ones who bring the trouble in | |
| What, he sold his soul, life publishing | |
| chorus: 2x | |
| hell razah | |
| Have to walk on by and keep it moving | |
| prodigal sunn | |
| I remenise all my dark days whenever i phase and kept a blaze | |
| Y' all mental slave renegades, wasn' t enough to eliminate | |
| In my lifestyle of hard times and good times | |
| Stood mine with the wines, became nice with the mind | |
| Born intelligent, fuck elegant, i represent | |
| For the ladies and gents, deliquents and presents | |
| Everyday hungry, gun play on the sunny | |
| Crews sweeter than honey, stars fuck for all they money | |
| Stupid dummies, fifteen slugs flood the tummy | |
| Thugs rapped like mummies, sipping remy' s | |
| The clip empty, feeling shifty, swifty | |
| Highly intoxicated, simply in fatuated | |
| Never thought he could be faded | |
| Up in the hospital, critical, eating pickles | |
| With no teeth, back on the streets he got beef for little keith and tariff | |
| A walking death wish, living selfish, i sort of felt this | |
| The fifth of september, he felt helpless and breathless | |
| chorus | |
| hell razah | |
| Today, life, shoot out, a dice game, bank loot out | |
| Jewels out, laying on three hundred dollar sweaters | |
| Tools out, last day schools out, nine berettas and better | |
| Carry the eighth or red leather, timberland weather gear | |
| Hands in the air, this is a stick up, don' t play for hiccups | |
| You won' t need a body pickup, money in the laundry bag | |
| Hungry comrads get they guns from arabs | |
| With the loot that they had, they rob more victims on the av. | |
| Today cash, examples of the program | |
| Lord sun of man, stop killing your own relatives | |
| Unknown start giving the liquid to the dry bones, | |
| We all came from the same throne | |
| Raise the dead with the brain poem, one is aimed home | |
| chorus: 3. 5x |
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