Artist: Joell Ortiz f/ Lee Carr Album: House Slippers Song: Cold World Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro/Chorus: Lee Carr] I got money on my head, man ain't this a cold world? Man these suckers want me dead, damn ain't this a cold world? Cause all I see is hate in their eyes as I rise They want me to faaaaall, ohhhhh Man, ain't this a cold world? [Joell Ortiz] Sh-sh-shiverin cold, f-f-frigid below Z-z-zip up your coat, listen them niggaz is froze Oh but the digits you know, f-f-fifths'll explode Load that c-clip up and go and if you li-lick it then glow When you g-get it they hate, plot to g-get at your plate They d-dinner ain't steak, but papi this shit isn't safe They'll find your c-crib through your plates, ye-ye-yeah they go there Sh-show up out of nowhere to tell you strip out of yo' gear Respect it, dr-drop or get wet, d-don't try to hide the Rolex C-come off them rocks on your neck, d-dig in your pockets then jet B-better watch who you sexin, b-be the opposite sex L-l-linin you up after they m-mop you to death Over the dollars you left then gaspin tryin to get breath Aspen climbin yo' chest, you ask "G-God what comes next?" This how the story get told, k-keep warm in the cold This is the hand you got d-dealt, you gon' play or f-fold? [Chorus] [Joell Ortiz] L-life in the street, we all tr-tryin to eat G-g-grinders is sweet, some try to f-find it for cheap And learn to q-quietly creep to dodge them guys on the beat And dodgers dyin to keep b-bars made of iron yo' sleep I know cause I-I was in deep, my p-pie wasn't sweet On some n-nights it got so cold I f-fired the heat P-peep my diary, weep, shhhhh shit that I did Shhhh, don't tell 'em the p-person you was as a kid I'm afraid of k-karma, man I'm just prayin my momma I kn-know that you know I changed for today and tomorrow B-but it's yesterday's drama g-got me stayin up longer Scenarios p-play in my head, I b-became a monster Dr-dressed in Satan's armor, man do I thank you f-father All my p-pain is gone, I called and you came for the Yaowa (Yaowa) B-but though I ain't nothin to Feds, I ain't p-pumped up with lead Still I feel like I got money on my head [Chorus]