Cold World Lyrics - Weapons Of Mass Destruction - Xzibit

Justine, 19, just got clean 

Fresh outta rehab with self-esteem 

She ain't felt this good in a while 

A new leash on life, a vibrant thang, a beautiful smile 

Used to run with a circle of friends, who was skeleton thin 

Sniff white lines off powerful men 

But see, all that's a thang of the past, she got class 

And be damned if she'd let herself burn and crash 

She ain't from money so she startin' from scratch 

It's hard working for scraps 

It take everything she got not to relapse 

Locked down in 9 to 5, but at the 9 to 5 

She get sexually harrased and chastised 

Boss is a married man, she won't touch him 

Frustrated angry man, she won't fuck him 

She's out of her job, at Basket Cakes 

Least it came wit an 8, 2 lines to the face Goddamn 

It's a cold, cold, world, and you know it 

Niggaz will lay you down and take your bread, yeah and you know it 

Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it 

Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it 

He was on his own, at a very young age 

When he learned from the streets, made everything change 

He came up with hustlers, lost his religion 

It's funny how money can make a nigga think he livin' 

I ain't talkin' paper like Jigga or Dre 

It's more like 7500, 9 ounces of lle' 

That's what he say he can get for the flip, they thought the deal was legit 

But he stuck him and split, in deep shit 

Now his mother work for minimum pay 

Live a positive way, she the first one at church every Sunday 

Blind to the needs of her son, he's a Gatling gun 

In the streets, jackin' niggaz for fun 

It's a non-stop search through the hood, but can't catch him 

They found out where mom stayed and went steppin' 

The evil that men do, but still we continue 

With death and dishonor, for the all mighty dollar, it's so cold 

It's a cold, cold, world, and you know it 

Niggaz will lay you down and take your bread, yeah and you know it 

Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it 

Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it 

He was 13, brought up in Baghdad 

Ate with his right and made money with his left hand 

Prayed to the east, 5 times daily 

His mother and father just had a new born baby 

Now his father was an Imam who carried the weight 

And built his family on 5 pillars of faith 

Never trippin' off western ways, it meant Nada 

Pilgramige to Mecca to circle around Kaaba 

300 miles away, British troops hit Basra 

His cousin waged jihad and died with honor 

He heard about the buildings on 9-11 

And a man named bush on a search for weapons 

Now here come the U.S., to crush Saddam 

Wit 88 thousand tons of missile and bombs 

But his family's too broke to move or find shelter 

If they all had to die, they would die together and that's cold damn 

It's a cold, cold, world, and you know it 

Niggaz will lay you down and take your bread, yeah and you know it 

Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it 

Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it