[Chorus]
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(One) gun go off, showin' everything is lost
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(Two) hold between me and you, these the rules, c'mon
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(Three) yo, we gotta stand together to take cream'n
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(Four) without me and you the crew just could never be
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[Verse 1:]
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Imaginative mental, blood flyin'
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the most hardest niggas cock they iron
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foul, live like a Lion
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listen to the streets and your gun go off
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sorta like a show off
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jungle way of livin', hittin' dro off
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lifestyle changes niggas see that
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they gettin' anxious just to throw one in your ski hat
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watch your language, yeah, you fresher than a Million bucks
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you got a new hustle, you hardly knew niggas would envy lust
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they gettin' hungrier and niggas bust
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they lit a bigger dutch
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fixin' them Calicos to dig your guts
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detectives roam
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niggas come home and got a bigger dome
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ready to zone on what a nigga own
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caught in the mischief
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how can you live when it's a sickness
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that sorrounds that projects and the trenches
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walkin' through the bushes at night
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you gotta be sharp like a butcher knife
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subtly show up when the jooks is right
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and everything will have a major like
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whether it's black or white
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nobody knows until they snatch your life
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wake up son, the season's just a thing the mind make up
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it's only real kid, ha, wake up!
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 2:]
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The meat market pardon me, the heat market
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chill, we got it on lock, the nigga got to sweet talkin'
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I gotta eat and got the beast targeted
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relax, my Brothers on 'role, niggas got police barkin'
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they want us killed, sieze the sargent
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blowin' each cartridge
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we ill, realer in each market
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feel the leather jacket, sleek ostrich
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unleash the arsonist, just popped the wig off of each hostage
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make it real and make his niece watch it
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yokin' Grandmothers up, we kill until his peeps squash it
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verse is somethin' mean regardless
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a green jar of harvest
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just smoke, niggas got the green Garcia's
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a terrifying team of heartless
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move on the Narcs's
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we only on it for extreme profits
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and anyway we dream darkness
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I saw it through the Jean Paul Gotier mint green gleam optics
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So wake up Son, the season's just a thing the mind make up
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it's only real kid, ha, wake up.
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3:]
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A message from Elijah's kids
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my eyes opened, got wise on the biz
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start risin' my wig
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seen everything I saw before
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had dreams behind a wall
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all I wanted was to balance my all
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make it through feedin' my kind
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readin' the lines
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on how the dollar bill is shaped and designed
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taught from the Eighties
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talk, build, and protect all Babies
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strong shelters with strong Ladies
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a nigga died, died amongst Daisies
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he did it for the Babies
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thats peace, feed 'em if they gettin' lazy.
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[Chorus x2]
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Wake Up
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Raekwon |