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
compare to me. Fair to be said that he dares to be sincerely a rarity. Check the sound scan, look around man. Wake up look at you Jacob, you in killer
get with this so when you see me in the spot, bow down trick i eat, drink, sleep, dress, look and sound rich so jump up, get pumped up crunked up, everyone
you turn 'bout three colors Go and get your boyfriend or big brother, I don't care I'm Dade County Mayor, slash player Hold up 'cuz Mr. Dollar got sold up
ass, carry three weapons And I'll give your 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
up and strive But um, get up and roll Get up you know Get up and go these muthafuckers ain't letting us go So we get up and take it Get up and make it
I'm vibing Just came back from where I was On my way somewhere else next Lightening wrapped up in around my bankroll make my money spent You can check up over here, check up
you spend a red cent If not, you somebody up close to sin Thou shalt not fuck with raw me or he Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy Carter,
bitch All females ain't hoes, I love the ladies But gimps get tag team freaks in backseats of jeeps I'm that big dick nigga drivin up ya street Big dick
yeahhh, he's callin Mr. Welfare! [Red] Mr. Big Daddy Kane They don't know what time it is about Mr. Welfare Do me a favor -- open up your book to
Good morning Mr. Bozack time to wake up the nuts (For what) To hit the shower, so I can wash the butt Damn, word life I had a blast (Last night was crazy
Sun's coming up. like a big bald head. poking up over the grocery store. it's sharkey's day. it's sharkey's day today. sharkey wakes up and sharkey says
s Right) I, wake up around eight O' clock in the morning Practice all my verses cause we soon on tour and Go to the bathroom to wash up Thinkin 'bout
3, 2, 1 What what what, man turn that down... Gimme five more minutes Five more minutes... What times is it? I'm tired man 11:59 already Wake up in
an emcee step outta line,I feel them affi get cut up But up, lick up, fist up, sound get brek up Beat up and kick up until they boy start hiccup (Girlfriend
wake up ya move in tha hood then ya gotta meet the neighbors I holla Bitch get off me bitch get off me I'm the little ass nigga known as big homei
purple pills Cool, calm, just like my mom With a couple of Valium inside her palm It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve Crawl up on you like