Intro: Wake Up, Wake Up, Wake UP Man I hit the set, and them bays be gettin' ghost(Yeah) Huh,(Yeah) They spookin'(Yeah) It's cool, Fuck the day dog(Yeah)
Chorus 2x: You betta watch me Cause I'm doin' bad Cause I'm hurtin', I gotta get me Now where the goods at Playboy give me that And if them goods bad I'll make ya lean back
Verse 1(C-Murder):
See my pockets on E-fall I'm really tweekin' I can't be sittin' up here hurtin' all weekend I keep on fallin' off, at the worse times And if I slip, it aint my fault I'm gone reverse mine My pain, I'm gone merge mines Cause I'm sick wit it Now where them balla's at I'm lookin' for the big ticket 10 minutes from losin' it 1 day from lock up The way I'm livin' sooner or lata I'm gone be boxed up Nobody trustin' me They know I'm commin' I hit the block and I swear I see them cowards runnin' Puttin' they stash up Even out they windows Now why they trippin' I"m the exact opposite of 5-0 It's called Survival of the Fittest I can't help it, cause I'm wit And you ain't wit I come to get it, Yeah I did it I did that I can't take that back So beat yo feet black Oh, y'all gone remember me Cause me ain't no joke Me do what me does Cause ain't no being broke I was raised in this I ain't ask for this I tried changin' my life And now it's back to this Somebody pray for me The Lord is testin' me But them people they gone Have problems arrestin' me Now my lungs hurtin' Need that black vest Man, I feel like Jackin' one of these Rappers
(Chorus 2x)
Verse 2 (Fiend):
We'll score a team with the Fellon's Wher y'all did the Misdameanors Niggas my age was pushin' Beamers (Pushin' Beamers) Niggas that sprayed was usin' Nina's (Usin' Nina's) A-K's and S-K, ya chest cave Ya neck shaved and ya waves turned to still water Bullet on fire, wreck some money still daughters Kill fathers, pop a seed in ya momma(Momma) This routine, you pussies start ya new thing I'm from the city where everythang crooked When the right kind of money, make the judge overlook it And I'm skrewed up I ain't talkin' Swisha House For I learned to tie my shoes up I was burnin' dudes up My ward verse yo ward, Put them 22's up These 26's make ya, Put them 22's up This mac 9, it mean I ain't givin' you(Fuck That) But bullets in that shiney new truck What ya know about fightin for 5 days Hangin' niggas upside down Commin' at ya sideways(Sideways) A crooked H is goin' 67/5 And I add them 3 quarters For the ride plus I'm high
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Copy to Clipboard: Intro: Wake Up, Wake Up, Wake UP Man I hit the set, and them bays be gettin' ghost(Yeah) Huh,(Yeah) They spookin'(Yeah) It's cool, Fuck the day dog(Yeah)
Chorus 2x: You betta watch me Cause I'm doin' bad Cause I'm hurtin', I gotta get me Now where the goods at Playboy give me that And if them goods bad I'll make ya lean back
Verse 1(C-Murder):
See my pockets on E-fall I'm really tweekin' I can't be sittin' up here hurtin' all weekend I keep on fallin' off, at the worse times And if I slip, it aint my fault I'm gone reverse mine My pain, I'm gone merge mines Cause I'm sick wit it Now where them balla's at I'm lookin' for the big ticket 10 minutes from losin' it 1 day from lock up The way I'm livin' sooner or lata I'm gone be boxed up Nobody trustin' me They know I'm commin' I hit the block and I swear I see them cowards runnin' Puttin' they stash up Even out they windows Now why they trippin' I"m the exact opposite of 5-0 It's called Survival of the Fittest I can't help it, cause I'm wit And you ain't wit I come to get it, Yeah I did it I did that I can't take that back So beat yo feet black Oh, y'all gone remember me Cause me ain't no joke Me do what me does Cause ain't no being broke I was raised in this I ain't ask for this I tried changin' my life And now it's back to this Somebody pray for me The Lord is testin' me But them people they gone Have problems arrestin' me Now my lungs hurtin' Need that black vest Man, I feel like Jackin' one of these Rappers
(Chorus 2x)
Verse 2 (Fiend):
We'll score a team with the Fellon's Wher y'all did the Misdameanors Niggas my age was pushin' Beamers (Pushin' Beamers) Niggas that sprayed was usin' Nina's (Usin' Nina's) A-K's and S-K, ya chest cave Ya neck shaved and ya waves turned to still water Bullet on fire, wreck some money still daughters Kill fathers, pop a seed in ya momma(Momma) This routine, you pussies start ya new thing I'm from the city where everythang crooked When the right kind of money, make the judge overlook it And I'm skrewed up I ain't talkin' Swisha House For I learned to tie my shoes up I was burnin' dudes up My ward verse yo ward, Put them 22's up These 26's make ya, Put them 22's up This mac 9, it mean I ain't givin' you(Fuck That) But bullets in that shiney new truck What ya know about fightin for 5 days Hangin' niggas upside down Commin' at ya sideways(Sideways) A crooked H is goin' 67/5 And I add them 3 quarters For the ride plus I'm high
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