Do or Die Cold World Lyrics

Pimpin Ain't Dead Track Listing
  • 1 One More Way 2 Die (feat. White Folks)
  • 2 Do U? (feat. Twista & Johnny P.)
  • 3 Fantasy
  • 4 See It Through Reality (feat. Traxster)
  • 5 Li'l Ghetto Boy (feat. Johnny P.)
  • 6 Stateville (feat. Traxster & Dun D)
  • 7 Don't Give No Fuck (No Love 2K3)
  • 8 Bomb on Contact
  • 9 Not 4 U (feat. Johhny P.)
  • 10 In a Minute (feat. Navee & Z-Ro)
  • 11 Who I Fuck Wit
  • 12 Cold World
  • 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 ****, just another dead ******.
    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 *****es
    (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 *****es
    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
    *****s 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
    ***** 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)










    Written by: Anthony Round, Darnell Smith, Dennis Round, Samuel C Lindley
    Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., IMAGEM MUSIC INC

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