[Verse 1: Xzibit]
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Justine, 19, just got clean
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Fresh outta rehab with self-esteem
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She ain't felt this good in a while
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A new leash on life, a vibrant thang, a beautiful smile
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Used to run with a circle of friends, who was skeleton thin
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Sniff white lines off powerful men
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But see, all that's a thang of the past, she got class
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And be damned if she'd let herself burn and crash
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She ain't from money so she startin from scratch
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It's hard working for scraps
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It take everything she got not to relaspe
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Locked down in 9 to 5, but at the 9 to 5
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She get sexually harrased and chastised
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Boss is a married man, she won't touch him
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Frustrated angry man, she won't fuck him
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She's out of her job, at Basket Cakes
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Least it came wit an 8, 2 lines to the face
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God Damn!
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[Chorus]
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It's a cold, cold, world, and you know it
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Niggaz will lay you down and take your bread, yeah and you know it
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Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it!
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Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it, yeah
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[Verse 2: Xzibit]
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He was on his own, at a very young age
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When he learned from the streets, made everything change
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See he came up with hustlers, lost his religion
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It's funny how money can make a nigga think he livin
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I ain't talkin paper like Jigga or Dre
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It's more like 7500, 9 ounces of lle'
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That's what he say he can get for the flip, they thought the deal was legit
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But he stuck him and split, in deep shit
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Now his mother work for minimum pay
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Live a positive way, she the first one at church every Sunday
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Blind to the needs of her son, he's a gatling gun
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In the streets, jackin niggaz for fun
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It's a non-stop search through the hood, but can't catch him
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They found out where mom stayed and went steppin
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The evil that men do, but still we continue
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With death and dishonor, for the all mighty dollar, it's so cold
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Xzibit]
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He was 13, brought up in Baghdad
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Ate with his right and made money with his left hand
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Prayed to the East, 5 times daily
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His mother and father just had a new born baby
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Now his father was an Imam who carried the weight
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And built his family on 5 pillars of faith
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Never trippin off Western ways, it meant nada
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Pilgramige to Mecca to circle around Kabba
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300 miles away, British troops hit Basra
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His cousin waged jihad and died with honor
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He heard about the buildings on 9-11
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And a man named Bush on a search for weapons
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Now here come the U.S., to crush Saddam
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Wit 88 thousand tons of missle and bombs
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But his family's too broke to move or find shelter
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If they all had to die, they would die together and that's cold... damn
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[Chorus]
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Cold World
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Xzibit |