[Talking]
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Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
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The ghetto motherfucking alarm clock
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Wake up nigga
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[Z-Ro]
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Lord forgive us for sinning, give us this day and our daily bread
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Cause if a nigga don't call you back when you beep him, he might be dead
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Look at this world we living in, everybody got a bad attitude and a glock
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Seem like we living just to become a victim, of a random shot
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Everytime I turn my back, another y'all motherfuckers turn and crack
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It seem like just yesterday, a young nigga stepped up to the plate and
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Learn to bat, military minded at a early age bread to live in a murder maze
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I don't wanna go to the early grave, a motherfucker like me
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Ready to murder maze, I wanna go to heaven but not right now
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Bout to pushing infrared like dimes, what you wanna do it like that
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I can play eight to the Penn, cut your lights off right now
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Mean what I say and I say what I mean, nigga like me don't play with a beam
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When I pull my gun, then I'ma use my gun
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And I ain't tripping, I'll put you in a murder scene
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But I try to stay humble, and hold what I got
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Never let a nigga know what I got, keep my bidness to my own
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So don't bring none of that there, to my home
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I love my people, and that's a fact
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But I wanna know, where's the fucking love at
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I don't wanna put a motherfucker, in the grave
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But I will to keep on, keeping on busting back
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[Hook x2]
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Wake up before you get caught up
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Don't keep on selling your soul, until your life bought up
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And my eyes on the prize, and never fall off the straight and I roll
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When you slip, hollow tips are sharper than an arrow
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[Z-Ro]
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I decided August 31, 1999
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There's no more time for fake partnas, there's only time for my grind
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All of my friendships came about, because of the verses I say
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That nigga Z-Ro got partnas, but what about Joseph McVey
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Everytime I'm on the microphone, nigga wanna tag along
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Wanna see me, when I do my song
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Or when a nigga be smoking the marijuana, and the dope all gone
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A nigga right back, all alone
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I had to regulate, or be surrounded by fakes
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At all times looking over my shoulder, but I came out of that as I got older
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Cause I realized, if it's written scriptures don't lie
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That's why I'm thugging cause life is a bitch, and then a nigga die
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I rap about the struggle, cause balling is foreign to me
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Z-Ro be t-shirt and Dickies, ain't no Ralph Lauren you see
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Cause every dolla that I make, is a dolla well earned
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And I'm putting it back in the game, to sco' some crack
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And a strap, to dip sherms
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Hopefully I can make it, to see the sun rise
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Fiending for them back in the days, of hide and seek
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And throwing mud pies
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[Hook x2]
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[Mussilini]
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Bout to swang by that sun, is wait for me be right back
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I'ma roll a optimoe fat as a wiener, and light that
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Cause it seems I can't confine without, clutching a sack
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Puffing the sho' dipping the black, or raping the track
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And I be tripping and sipping, and pimping this rap
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I'm writing my rhymes, through my fetty's no slack
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I'm ready to the sell the, the better my chedda
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Tell her to the fella, I doubts the shredder
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A better competor, I dwell I'ma get her
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Better get fella, I sell-a my yella
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To hella thoed nigga, that wreck accapella
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The fella that tell it, nobody he got em
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He got 'em and shot em, and don't talk about em
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Plotted and followed, to get where I started
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Out of my product, the plot of my problem
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Got off my bottom, to talk to my father
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My ceiling is ending, my ending is finished
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These women keep grinning, to swim in my linen
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I'm tilling my bidness, the bidness I'm tilling
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I'm tilling my bidness, the bidness I'm tilling
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What's up what's up, had lean in my cup
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Been asleep ten years, and I just woke up
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The alarm on slow, all my ten minutes up
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Gotta make my bed, gotta watch my butt
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Gotta clean my room, gotta iron my stuff
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Gotta wash my car, gotta shine my buck
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Gotta change my oil, cause the road is tough
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Keep my eyes on the road, and don't slow up
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[Hook x2]
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Wake Up
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| Z-Ro |
