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My world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few) Good morning Without you here, my joy seems cruel Yeah Magnum opus, nigga, we the elite She ain't a freak, but she do it for me, gang Took the crumbs and I made me a feast You want a piece? Nigga, bon appétit Time to fuck up the streets Blowing big Mr. Fuck The Police Dead presidents, forgot to impeach, gang Snatch crumbs out the mouth of the beast Here's a piece all my niggas eat Time to fuck up the streets They wanna stick me for my paper, no Biggie Death Row '94, I brought the hammer wit' me This rap shit done went soft on niggas You know the rest, LAX, take off on niggas I'm talking lolos, a couple of cholos, la vida loco Facts in a chokehold hey Siri, we need some more hoes I know you hear me, in your theory, we gon' poke holes Two middle fingers in the air, yeah, that's the logo Letras de cancionesCome have a seat wit' us, keep discreet figures Road to the riches bitches at the Staples Center hitting switches Celebrate my nigga Kobe like JFK And turn this shit into a fucking Billie Holiday No more TED Talk let the bread talk OG loud, nigga, Kid Rock, city in a headlock Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip Gin and Juice when we thirsty Yeah, you on the clock tick-tock, nigga, kick rocks With the position you're in, I'd be pissed off My clip cough 3-2-1, lift off She paid for the ass, I wonder how much the lips cost I bet a blank check will dry up all them tears Black Moses give me my roses while I'm here wit' ya They say an artist paint 'til ain't nothing left That's what the fuck I call a brush wit' death What you expect, cuh? Magnum opus, nigga, we the elite She ain't a freak, but she do it for me, gang Took the crumbs and I made me a feast You want a piece? Nigga, bon appétit Time to fuck up the streets Blowing big Mr. Fuck The Police Dead presidents, forgot to impeach, gang Snatch crumbs out the mouth of the beast Here's a piece all my niggas eat Time to fuck up the streets My world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few) Without you here, my joy seems cruel (Joy seems cruel) My world is cold, my friends are few (Friends are few) Without you here, my joy seems cruel (Joy seems cruel) When you left, you took part of me What can I do? From Letras Mania