for you Ya gonna miss in all the things that I did for you You was a diamond in da ruff, girl I cleaned you up You fucked up, gotta leave your stuff (
wake up. Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up. (Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up) Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up. (Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake
that C-c-cut up, know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Get that cut up, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Cut up, gettin
sky with birds I ride 20 inch rims when I lean, yo Hey yo, them tens, nigga I know, I keep 'em clean though Come through stormin' the block like El Nino Scoop up
and it's coming up a storm The older I get the more I discover If it ain't one thing it's another Light bill, phone bill, water and gas Pay day comes
, ohh, oh Oh, ohh, yeah Ohh, N dey say, ohh, oh Oh, ohh Hold up, stop ma, let me get a look at'cha Damn girl, I ain't seen you since prom Come to think
sports You might just come up short And they always say the same things Don't be a gangster or a dopefiend Get your high school diploma, go to college Get
niggas wouldn't do it, I love 'em for that 'Cuz now I still rap and get paid to gat Since '87, that's how the shit comes We made two hundred thousand
check my swag and get up to date check check my swag and get up to date we in the bathroom now, she get her back blew out she can't clean but I bet she
no flatter Fuck the chatter and the jabber make em shatter, watch em scatter Niggas mad that the Prince poppin come up out this matter kids just hoppin
hate and life Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life So far from clean, play kiss, chase with your aunt Maureen Get rhymes, get heard, get
Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why Don't I get
punk! Why are you doing this? Shut the fuck up You're drunk,you're never going to get away at this You think I give a fuck, come on we're going for
know about me Ridin' up and down old N-A-T Plates on the back say Don Chi Chi Hat bent, black Bent, lookin so fresh, so clean, I'm ridin' Same J.D., same
was squawkin' 'bout the bad economy It's gonna get worse you see, we need a change in policy There's a local paper rolled up in a rubber band One more