dream (Wake up) Just a dream (Wake up) Get up, wake up, wake up Get up, wake up, wake up Get up, wake up, wake up Get up, wake up, wake up
wake up) just a dream (wake up) (get up), (wake up), (wake up) (get up), (wake up), (wake up) (get up), (wake up), (wake up) (get up), (wake up), (wake up
up Niggas blast at each other, open up they doors And they get they feet up I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood 'Cause I'm headin' straight
; Days of our livez/ They keep on gettin' shorter every time that I realize that it won't be too long before we wake up and the world is gone/ And it
don't love ya Don't run, run, run, I like my knife Run up with that gun, gun, gun, and take your life Straight-jakket is loose creepin' up to get ya
i'm comin from,get it in yo eye (In your eye) I like it when you get DOWWWN like a girl suppose (pose) Roll on her donk but get that s**t up out yo nose
wait till the day we wake up, wake up, wake up. And we all gone be paid up, paid up, paid up. Just wait, wait. [Verse 1] Man, I'm so tired for praying
of when the sound run out, run out, r-run out C uhh, yeah Cold-blooded (c'mon) cold-blooded, hard-core (hit em with the) Rough and rugged (c'mon) rugged
said we came to stack them bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti Now run up and get gun up the slack black I'm hittin' blackjack like the casino
everything up, 'specially the ones who be hatin' They lovin' everything until I got 'em stutterin' stupid You hear 'em now? "D-d-d-d-don't do-do-do-do
yeah N-dubz N-dubz N-dubz Its like first things first, You'd probably think I'm a chap with good manners, Well, your wrong, I'm the scum of the earth. I'm
Penny But this ain't _Good Times_, it's nothin but hard times And where I'm from, we kick nothin but rough rhymes The M-A-A-D C-i-r-c-l-e Slingshot khakis
off When the sound run out, run out, r-run out C uhh, yeah Cold blooded (C'mon) Cold blooded (Yeah) Hardcore (Hit 'em with the) Rough and rugged (C
O the C, the K the U the N the G The M the O, yes and the C And when the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D I preach and teach and educate all ghetto
in my back Why you did it like that, now my skin bubble fat Go to sleep, I wake you up What? What? What? What? In ya crib, tie you up What? What? What
face a C section and keep stepping Who else in a hurry to mirk We kill girls, rape 'em, bury their skirts Imagine me wake up 7:30 for work, what? I'd rather run
guess I gotta do work so I ain't finished I'll grow up to be a streiht up menace, geah uh c'mon yall streiht up menace Now I'm of age And living
