has killed the curse You got smacked to the ground so wake up WAKE UP! You came for the thrill you came for the kill and you lost it WAKE UP! You came
: [Verse 1:] Ma said "Wake up son, good morning" I rolled outta bed, greeted mama with a yawn then Paused to scratch an itch and went, down to the kitchen
rap homie I'm crack homie I'm dope money I wake up and wipe my ass wid coke money C-back, Maybach My shit two-toned Nigga run up on that Yo ass a tombstone
And that it's awful To wake up to another day, shit ain't change that all fool I wake up sweatin, dreamin, coughin Seein' me upside down backwards head
life would be like without hip hop Without the kick and the snare with out the pop lock Without the chirp and the flare without the up rock Without the fist pump and head
the head honcho Swift fist like Camacho, I got so much style I should be down wit the Stylistics Make up to break up [singing in background] niggaz need to wake up
on Maggie's farm no more No, I aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well, I wake up in the morning Fold my hands and pray for rain I got a head full
wait, stay awake, fake sleep, got the weed between the sheets Catch me, Mary J. blessed me Open up the dime, stimulate your mind, slide my thumb up the blunt Open up
: Well I wake up this morning I rolled out of bed I felt like a dog who's been kicked in the head Checked out my mail there was letter that read Love
a wire, I'm up so high that I can barely feel your fire You can't touch me, no, That's just a dream Fill up my cup, mozoltov Look at her dancing,
night. We can only wake up here in this bed. Sunken into you; tangled in sheets. Buried in blankets six foot deep, again. Kick it. Lets fuck, till the suns comes up
happens, When I think of You, sleeping, when I'm dreaming, when I wake up, when I think of you, walking, when I'm talking, when I look up, when I think
up and go... Kick out the gloom Kick out the blues Tear out the pages with all the bad news Pull down the mirrors and pull down the walls Tear up the
the master pass, kick your ass and feel combustion, for the dope blast Cause you're steppin on my property, get off it G Get caught up, then you get shot up
see then I can't sit Up on my ass and smoke my grass from unemployment checks And I admit, when I wake up I hit the drank, I blow up But in back of the
: Wew Here we go again, get up A little somethin' for your earhole, get up baring a part of my soul again, get up Disturbed in the house, were droppin
Macho, the head honcho Swift fist like Camacho, I got so Much style I should be down wit the Stylistics Make up to break up {*singing in background*} niggaz need to wake up
the toilet swirls *flush* Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up (SHUT UP!) I made this rap game
