Z-Ro - Wake Up Lyrics
[Featuring: Mussilini][talking]Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake upThe ghetto mother*****ing alarm clockWake up nigga[Z-Ro]Lord forgive us for sinning, give us this day and our daily breadCause if a nigga don't call you back when you beep him, he might be deadLook at this world we living in, everybody got a bad attitude and a glockSeem like we living just to become a victim, of a random shotEverytime I turn my back, another y'all mother*****ers turn and crackIt seem like just yesterday, a young nigga stepped up to the plate andLearn to bat, military minded at a early age bread to live in a murder mazeI don't wanna go to the early grave, a mother*****er like meReady to murder maze, I wanna go to heaven but not right nowBout to pushing infrared like dimes, what you wanna do it like thatI can play eight to the Penn, cut your lights off right nowMean what I say and I say what I mean, nigga like me don't play with a beamWhen I pull my gun, then I'ma use my gunAnd I ain't tripping, I'll put you in a murder sceneBut I try to stay humble, and hold what I gotNever let a nigga know what I got, keep my bidness to my ownSo don't bring none of that there, to my homeI love my people, and that's a factBut I wanna know, where's the *****ing love atI don't wanna put a mother*****er, in the graveBut I will to keep on, keeping on busting back[Hook x2]Wake up before you get caught upDon't keep on selling your soul, until your life bought upAnd my eyes on the prize, and never fall off the straight and I rollWhen you slip, hollow tips are sharper than an arrow[Z-Ro]I decided August 31, 1999There's no more time for fake partnas, there's only time for my grindAll of my friendships came about, because of the verses I sayThat nigga Z-Ro got partnas, but what about Joseph McVeyEverytime I'm on the microphone, nigga wanna tag alongWanna see me, when I do my songOr when a nigga be smoking the marijuana, and the dope all goneA nigga right back, all aloneI had to regulate, or be surrounded by fakesAt all times looking over my shoulder, but I came out of that as I got olderCause I realized, if it's written scriptures don't lieThat's why I'm thugging cause life is a *****, and then a nigga dieI rap about the struggle, cause balling is foreign to meZ-Ro be t-shirt and Dickies, ain't no Ralph Lauren you seeCause every dolla that I make, is a dolla well earnedAnd I'm putting it back in the game, to sco' some crackAnd a strap, to dip shermsHopefully I can make it, to see the sun riseFiending for them back in the days, of hide and seekAnd throwing mud pies[Hook x2][Mussilini]Bout to swang by that sun, is wait for me be right backI'ma roll a optimoe fat as a wiener, and light thatCause it seems I can't confine without, clutching a sackPuffing the sho' dipping the black, or raping the trackAnd I be tripping and sipping, and pimping this rapI'm writing my rhymes, through my fetty's no slackI'm ready to the sell the, the better my cheddaTell her to the fella, I doubts the shredderA better competor, I dwell I'ma get herBetter get fella, I sell-a my yellaTo hella thoed nigga, that wreck accapellaThe fella that tell it, nobody he got emHe got 'em and shot em, and don't talk about emPlotted and followed, to get where I startedOut of my product, the plot of my problemGot off my bottom, to talk to my fatherMy ceiling is ending, my ending is finishedThese women keep grinning, to swim in my linenI'm tilling my bidness, the bidness I'm tillingI'm tilling my bidness, the bidness I'm tillingWhat's up what's up, had lean in my cupBeen asleep ten years, and I just woke upThe alarm on slow, all my ten minutes upGotta make my bed, gotta watch my buttGotta clean my room, gotta iron my stuffGotta wash my car, gotta shine my buckGotta change my oil, cause the road is toughKeep my eyes on the road, and don't slow up[Hook x2]
