Wake Up

(*talking*)

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

The ghetto motherfucking alarm clock

Wake up nigga

[Z-Ro]

Lord forgive us for sinning, give us this day and our daily bread

Cause if a nigga don't call you back when you beep him, he might be dead

Look at this world we living in, everybody got a bad attitude and a glock

Seem like we living just to become a victim, of a random shot

Everytime I turn my back, another y'all motherfuckers turn and crack

It seem like just yesterday, a young nigga stepped up to the plate and

Learn to bat, military minded at a early age bread to live in a murder maze

I don't wanna go to the early grave, a motherfucker like me

Ready to murder maze, I wanna go to heaven but not right now

Bout to pushing infrared like dimes, what you wanna do it like that

I can play eight to the Penn, cut your lights off right now

Mean what I say and I say what I mean, nigga like me don't play with a beam

When I pull my gun, then I'ma use my gun

And I ain't tripping, I'll put you in a murder scene

But I try to stay humble, and hold what I got

Never let a nigga know what I got, keep my bidness to my own

So don't bring none of that there, to my home

I love my people, and that's a fact

But I wanna know, where's the fucking love at

I don't wanna put a motherfucker, in the grave

But I will to keep on, keeping on busting back

[Hook - 2x]

Wake up before you get caught up

Don't keep on selling your soul, until your life bought up

And my eyes on the prize, and never fall off the straight and I roll

When you slip, hollow tips are sharper than an arrow

[Z-Ro]

I decided August 31, 1999

There's no more time for fake partnas, there's only time for my grind

All of my friendships came about, because of the verses I say

That nigga Z-Ro got partnas, but what about Joseph McVey

Everytime I'm on the microphone, nigga wanna tag along

Wanna see me, when I do my song

Or when a nigga be smoking the marijuana, and the dope all gone

A nigga right back, all alone

I had to regulate, or be surrounded by fakes

At all times looking over my shoulder, but I came out of that as I got older

Cause I realized, if it's written scriptures don't lie

That's why I'm thugging cause life is a bitch, and then a nigga die

I rap about the struggle, cause balling is foreign to me

Z-Ro be t-shirt and Dickies, ain't no Ralph Lauren you see

Cause every dolla that I make, is a dolla well earned

And I'm putting it back in the game, to sco' some crack

And a strap, to dip sherms

Hopefully I can make it, to see the sun rise

Fiending for them back in the days, of hide and seek

And throwing mud pies

[Hook - 2x]

[Mussilini]

Bout to swang by that sun, is wait for me be right back

I'ma roll a optimoe fat as a wiener, and light that

Cause it seems I can't confine without, clutching a sack

Puffing the sho' dipping the black, or raping the track

And I be tripping and sipping, and pimping this rap

I'm writing my rhymes, through my fetty's no slack

I'm ready to the sell the, the better my chedda

Tell her to the fella, I doubts the shredder

A better competor, I dwell I'ma get her

Better get fella, I sell-a my yella

To hella thoed nigga, that wreck accapella

The fella that tell it, nobody he got em

He got 'em and shot em, and don't talk about em

Plotted and followed, to get where I started

Out of my product, the plot of my problem

Got off my bottom, to talk to my father

My ceiling is ending, my ending is finished

These women keep grinning, to swim in my linen

I'm tilling my bidness, the bidness I'm tilling

I'm tilling my bidness, the bidness I'm tilling

What's up what's up, had lean in my cup

Been asleep ten years, and I just woke up

The alarm on slow, all my ten minutes up

Gotta make my bed, gotta watch my butt

Gotta clean my room, gotta iron my stuff

Gotta wash my car, gotta shine my buck

Gotta change my oil, cause the road is tough

Keep my eyes on the road, and don't slow up

[Hook - 2x]