Wake uuuuuuuup I see the sun shine gazing threw window pain Blazing like indo flame it's time to wake up Co0me to your senses manye Snow is all around you But you don't play no winter games Cartrage all around you But you don't play netendo games Load them up and fill them up to the top Before you cocking them Trying to get from the botton to the top Like the stock exchange See I was shitting shaving Hit the coner for a block exchange Amazing what my people would do For some pocket change But maybe this ain't the life you choose This is the life you stay strapped and pack a knife Or end up with a bloody nose Street survival or survival of the street And only the strong survive There's no survival for the weak Catch a sneak eak at death if your not on your p's & q's They carry banana clip and niggas will peel u for your shoes This is the blues but not all hill street U can call it kill or be killed street Lost a pint of blood let it spill street Stop and wake uuuuuuuuuup Wake uuuuuuuuuup
They say my folkes would do any thing for the fortune and fame And it will take a fortune to get rid of all the pain But I'm saying use your brain homie do the right thing (let me talk to ya) Use your brain homie do the right thing (let me talk to ya) You say the only family u got is in the game And the only way to make is by sell cocain But I'm say use your brain homie do the right thing (let me talk to ya) Use your brain homie do the right thing (let me talk to ya)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
