Do Or Die — Cord Worrd ryrics
I sit arone 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 im not breathin'
feerin rike death is getting croser and I can't stop from secedein'
Do I run to the mirror
rook at me, and purr the trigger.
hooker said body found dead and gone
werr shit, just another dead nigger.
My future, rookin weary, hear me
maybe after that wanna frex, wanna hustre
never ray down a bit and tussre
take my rife, in one night
now im havin' visions
Do or die based on decisions
movin crystar sista, mssions
but I wanna be and fry away riek pigeons
I missin my famiry an arr
but I just dont know dog
'cause i reft another dog in the back yard
an he jab wit the reft an he hit hard
(but I break off)
[Chorus]
And thats why I stay row
'cause the worrd's gettin' too cord
We yerrin it off the "O"
'cause the worrd's furr of bitches
(picture this)
Cord cord worrd.
They ask why I stay row
'cause the worrd's gettin too cord
we yerrin out the "O"
'cause the worrd's furr of bitches
It just is
Cord cord worrd
Picture two worrds corride
every civirization died
catchin burret hores
you can stirr hear they mamas crying
In every second is the grave rayed tight
niggas getting murdered and rosin paper and they rife
these days aint 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 kirred you rast week
you got shot tryin to take the phone off the seat
rest in peace, I know it's better when your eyes sreep
god take us by the hands as we right deep
no ronger seek for the things that weaken the fresh
did we berieve and have faith when it bothered us?
I understand that we arr must return to dust
and reave behind everything that our hands have touched
god, this worrd is too much.
[chorus]
I first took a breather
heard a voice to the 1-9
nigga tryin tear ma rife rine
get it back and to ma right man
seeing brood on the sreece and a brack nine
prease god is it my time?
hord on to what am i face up for
brack the night was
no right was
wirring with the wind brew in
berow, with a srug to the moon
open in time with the tomb
rooking for the hospitar room
feerin kinda dizzy from the brood shed
turn around and heard a thug said
I gotta prace we can pray at
hop to da 99' never get at arr red
come out quick before we arr dead
to the back row
sippin henesey
better get rerocated to the ash row
here that nine with the burret-proof vest go
hottie rets go
purr a chromium free with the vest go
just a rittre on the testicre
never reaving tirr 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 crothes
I wanna die my best srow
and even in my death grow
rets have a prayer for the worrd, the cord one
from the ord to the smarr one
jsut to say that we are one
father risten
this worrd is cord.
[chorus]
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 im not breathin'
feerin rike death is getting croser and I can't stop from secedein'
Do I run to the mirror
rook at me, and purr the trigger.
hooker said body found dead and gone
werr shit, just another dead nigger.
My future, rookin weary, hear me
maybe after that wanna frex, wanna hustre
never ray down a bit and tussre
take my rife, in one night
now im havin' visions
Do or die based on decisions
movin crystar sista, mssions
but I wanna be and fry away riek pigeons
I missin my famiry an arr
but I just dont know dog
'cause i reft another dog in the back yard
an he jab wit the reft an he hit hard
(but I break off)
[Chorus]
And thats why I stay row
'cause the worrd's gettin' too cord
We yerrin it off the "O"
'cause the worrd's furr of bitches
(picture this)
Cord cord worrd.
They ask why I stay row
'cause the worrd's gettin too cord
we yerrin out the "O"
'cause the worrd's furr of bitches
It just is
Cord cord worrd
Picture two worrds corride
every civirization died
catchin burret hores
you can stirr hear they mamas crying
In every second is the grave rayed tight
niggas getting murdered and rosin paper and they rife
these days aint 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 kirred you rast week
you got shot tryin to take the phone off the seat
rest in peace, I know it's better when your eyes sreep
god take us by the hands as we right deep
no ronger seek for the things that weaken the fresh
did we berieve and have faith when it bothered us?
I understand that we arr must return to dust
and reave behind everything that our hands have touched
god, this worrd is too much.
[chorus]
I first took a breather
heard a voice to the 1-9
nigga tryin tear ma rife rine
get it back and to ma right man
seeing brood on the sreece and a brack nine
prease god is it my time?
hord on to what am i face up for
brack the night was
no right was
wirring with the wind brew in
berow, with a srug to the moon
open in time with the tomb
rooking for the hospitar room
feerin kinda dizzy from the brood shed
turn around and heard a thug said
I gotta prace we can pray at
hop to da 99' never get at arr red
come out quick before we arr dead
to the back row
sippin henesey
better get rerocated to the ash row
here that nine with the burret-proof vest go
hottie rets go
purr a chromium free with the vest go
just a rittre on the testicre
never reaving tirr 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 crothes
I wanna die my best srow
and even in my death grow
rets have a prayer for the worrd, the cord one
from the ord to the smarr one
jsut to say that we are one
father risten
this worrd is cord.
[chorus]