Cold World Lyrics - Do Or Die

I sit alone in the basement 

Facing, chasing these wicked, demons 

Got thoughts up in ma head of my daddy's wasted s-semen 

Havin' her in the bedroom, 

9-1-1 'cause I'm not breathin' 

Feelin like death is getting closer and I can't stop from secedein' 

Do I run to the mirror 

Look at me, and pull the trigger. 

Hooker said body found dead and gone 

Well shit, just another dead nigger. 

My future, lookin weary, hear me 

Maybe after that wanna flex, wanna hustle 

Never lay down a bit and tussle 

Take my life, in one night 

Now I'm havin' visions 

Do or die based on decisions 

Movin crystal sista, mssions 

But I wanna be and fly away like pigeons 

I missin my family an all 

But I just don't know dog 

'cause I left another dog in the back yard 

An he jab wit the left an he hit hard 

(but I break off) 

(Chorus) 

And that's why I stay low 

'cause the world's gettin' too cold 

We yellin it off the "O" 

'cause the world's full of bitches 

(picture this) 

Cold cold world. 

They ask why I stay low 

'cause the world's gettin too cold 

We yellin out the "O" 

'cause the world's full of bitches 

It just is 

Cold cold world 

Picture two worlds collide 

Every civilization died 

Catchin bullet holes 

You can still hear they mamas crying 

In every second is the grave laid tight 

Niggas getting murdered and losin paper and they life 

These days ain't so bright now 

This is a message to how shorties gotta pipe down 

I know we wansta weather crime on the streets 

We hear the sound of the heat 

And every round is takin ya six feet 

I heard the cops killed you last week 

You got shot tryin to take the phone off the seat 

Rest in peace, I know it's better when your eyes sleep 

God take us by the hands as we right deep 

No longer seek for the things that weaken the flesh 

Did we believe and have faith when it bothered us? 

I understand that we all must return to dust 

And leave behind everything that our hands have touched 

God, this world is too much. 

(chorus) 

I first took a breather 

Heard a voice to the 1-9 

Nigga tryin tear ma life line 

Get it back and to ma right man 

Seeing blood on the sleece and a black nine 

Please god is it my time? 

Hold on to what am I face up for 

Black the night was 

No light was 

Willing with the wind blew in 

Below, with a slug to the moon 

Open in time with the tomb 

Looking for the hospital room 

Feelin kinda dizzy from the blood shed 

Turn around and heard a thug said 

I gotta place we can play at 

Hop to da 99' never get at all red 

Come out quick before we all dead 

To the back row 

Sippin henesey 

Better get relocated to the ash row 

Here that nine with the bullet-proof vest go 

Hottie lets go 

Pull a chromium free with the vest go 

Just a little on the testicle 

Never leaving till the rest go 

And it's best to know 

Every dog on a day got a chance to bring 

Got a chain for the best clothes 

I wanna die my best slow 

And even in my death glow 

Lets have a prayer for the world, the cold one 

From the old to the small one 

Just to say that we are one 

Father listen 

This world is cold. 

(chorus)