Wake Up
Z‐Ro, Mussolini
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Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Your ghetto motherfucking alarm clock
Nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream
Wake up nigga
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
Young motherfucker done turned to crack
It seem like just yesterday, a young nigga
Stepped up to the plate and learned to bat
Military minded at a early age, bred to live in a murder maze
I don't wanna go to the early grave
A motherfucker like me bred in a murder maze
I wanna go to heaven, but not right now, box push infrared light down
But you wanna do it like that, I can play 8
10 And 10 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 business 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 back
I don't wanna put a motherfucker in a grave
But I will to keep on keeping on busting back
Wake up before you get caught up
Don't keep on selling your soul, until your life bought up
I'm all eyes on the prize, and never fall off the straight and narrow
When you slip, hollow tips are sharper than an arrow
I decided August 31st, 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 sang
That nigga Z-Ro got partnas, but what about Jones and McVay
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 realize, if it's written scripture 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 dollar that I make, is a dollar well earned
And I'm putting it back in the game, to
Score some crack and a strap to dip sherm
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
About to swang by that sun, is wait for me be right back
I'ma roll an optimal fat ass, a weiner and light that
Cause it seems I can't confide, without clutching a sack
Puffing a short, dipping a black, or raping a track
And I be tripping and sipping, and pimping this rap
I'm writing my rhymes till my fat ass don't slack
I'm ready to sell it to better my cheddar
Tell another fella I dust the shredder
Abet a competitor, I dwell in my ghetto
Betta young fella, I sell out my yellow to
Hell and throw nigga that break a capella
The villain that telling nobody he got him
He got him and shot him, and don't talk about him
Plotted and fought it, to get where I started
Out of my product, to blot out my problem
Got off my bottom, to talk to my father
My sinning is ending, my ending is finished
These women keep grinning, to swim in my linen
I'm tending my business, to business I'm tending
I'm tending my business, to business I'm tending
What's up, what's up, had lean in my cup
Asleep ten years, and I just woke up
Put the alarm on snooze, I'ma ten minutes up
Gotta make my bed, gotta wash 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