I sit alone in the basement
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Facing, chasing these wicked, demons
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Got thoughts up in ma head of my daddy's wasted s-semen
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Havin' her in the bedroom,
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9-1-1 cuz im not breathin'
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feelin like death is getting closer and I can't stop from secedein'
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Do I run to the mirror
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look at me, and pull the trigger.
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hooker said body found dead and gone
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well shit, just another dead nigger.
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My future, lookin weary, hear me
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maybe after that wanna flex, wanna hustle
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never lay down a bit and tussle
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take my life, in one night
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now im havin' visions
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Do or die based on decisions
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movin crystal sista, mssions
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but I wanna be and fly away liek pigeons
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I missin my family an all
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but I just dont know dog
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cuz i left another dog in the back yard
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an he jab wit the left an he hit hard
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(but I break off)
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(Chorus)
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And thats why I stay low
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cuz the world's gettin' too cold
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We yellin it off the "O"
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cuz the world's full of bitches
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(picture this)
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Cold cold world.
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They ask why I stay low
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cuz the world's gettin too cold
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we yellin out the "O"
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cuz the world's full of bitches
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It just is
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Cold cold world
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Picture two worlds collide
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every civilization died
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catchin bullet holes
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you can still hear they mamas crying
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In every second is the grave layed tight
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niggas getting murdered and losin paper and they life
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these days aint so bright now
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this is a message to how shorties gotta pipe down
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I know we wansta weather crime on the streets
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we hear the sound of the heat
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and every round is takin ya six feet
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I heard the cops killed you last week
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you got shot tryin to take the phone off the seat
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rest in peace, I know it's better when your eyes sleep
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god take us by the hands as we right deep
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no longer seek for the things that weaken the flesh
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did we believe and have faith when it bothered us?
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I understand that we all must return to dust
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and leave behind everything that our hands have touched
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god, this world is too much.
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(chorus)
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I first took a breather
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heard a voice to the 1-9
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nigga tryin tear ma life line
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get it back and to ma right man
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seeing blood on the sleece and a black nine
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please god is it my time?
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hold on to what am i face up for
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black the night was
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no light was
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willing with the wind blew in
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below, with a slug to the moon
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open in time with the tomb
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looking for the hospital room
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feelin kinda dizzy from the blood shed
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turn around and heard a thug said
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I gotta place we can play at
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hop to da 99' never get at all red
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come out quick before we all dead
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to the back row
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sippin henesey
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better get relocated to the ash row
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here that nine with the bullet-proof vest go
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hottie lets go
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pull a chromium free with the vest go
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just a little on the testicle
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never leaving till the rest go
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and it's best to know
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every dog on a day got a chance to bring
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got a chain for the best clothes
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I wanna die my best slow
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and even in my death glow
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lets have a prayer for the world, the cold one
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from the old to the small one
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jsut to say that we are one
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father listen
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this world is cold.
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(chorus)
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Cold World
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| Do Or Die |
