| What’s up, man?
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| I’m tired of this graveyard shift, nigga
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| I’m telling you, man
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| Got me on him working, motherfucker, in middle of the night in shit
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| I’m sick of this shit too, nigga
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| The other day, motherfucker, I’m heard some shit in here
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| I’m like a: «What a fuck is going on?»
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| You know, what’s up
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| You get, right?
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| Hell yeah!
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| Two nights ago?
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| Two nights ago!
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| I heard the same shit
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| Yo, what some shit going on here, nigga?
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| I’m telling you, my nigga
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| It is
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| We gotta find a new line of work
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| Well, here we go
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| Y’all niggas must be dead
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| It’s time to wake da fuck up, niggas
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| What the fuck is it a library in this motherfucka?
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| Before we set it off
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| Let me put a check of the list
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| All you bitchass niggas you can rest in peace
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| My niggas streesed and depressed
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| Ain’t no time to rest
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| It’s time to wake up from the dead
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| Ain’t no time to rest
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| I’m a mess, i’m dirty, i’m filty, probably guilty
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| The beast from the East where the beats is obese
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| Big drums, big drums nigga where Big from
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| Nigga got big guns, don’t talk, gun talk to us
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| This the way we walk in New York, come and walk with us
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| This a way, hip-hop is in a disarray
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| This is for my niggas who got a get it the pistol way
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| Then piss it away on strippers up in Scarlett’s
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| Queens niggas is wild, but Brooklyn is the wildest
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| Where niggas be robbing shit and rip you for your wallets
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| Yeah, i got a ghostwriter — Christopher Wallace
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| So get your rest B.I.G
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| My niggas streesed and depressed
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| Ain’t no time to rest
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| It’s time to wake up from the dead
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| Ain’t no time to rest
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| It’s time to wake up from the dead
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| Ain’t no time to rest
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| It’s time to wake up from the dead
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| Ain’t no time to rest
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| You thought I was dead, but I’m alive and kicking
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| In the hood niggas love me like I’m fried chicken
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| Sticky Fingaz good my, my nines be licking
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| And I must be get a money, my palms is itching
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| Cause when you when you gotta a P99
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| Every everything is Free.99
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| Get dumped off get beat out his mind
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| Fucking with Sticky Fingaz must be out his mind
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| Are you insane? |
| It’s all your fault!
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| Get bodied over and over again and expecting different results
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| I don’t play games, eat candy, smile or joke
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| They’ll be checking and checking and checking but they ain’t getting no pulse
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| My niggas streesed and depressed
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| Ain’t no time to rest
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| It’s time to wake up from the dead
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| Ain’t no time to rest
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| It’s time to wake up from the dead
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| Ain’t no time to rest
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| It’s time to wake up from the dead
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| Ain’t no time to rest
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| Skits: Shake 'em up! |
| Shake 'em up! |
| Wake 'em from the dead!
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| Shine 'em up! |
| Shine 'em up! |
| Half a bald head!
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| You’ll break a fuckin' leg trying to kick it with us
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| I’ll rip your skinny jean limbs off and piss on ya' arms
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| Jay: Now wake da fuck up! |
| Ya’ll niggas suffering from sleep paralysis
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| I had it with 'em amateurs, fucking with some savages
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| Feel the cold clutch of the Reaper 'round your neck
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| If you talk shit — i don’t forget. |
| Now who’s next?
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| Skits: Who’s next? |
| I’m here to take ya’ll with
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| Get 'em ready for the belly of the beast, we in a graveyard shift
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| Dro, Stick (Whaddup!) I just licked (Whaddup!)
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| I don’t give (No Fucks!) Put your middle fingers up!
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| Jay: Put your middle fingers up and say fuck that shit!
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| Onyx and Dope D.O.D — we fuck 'em up like this
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| Niggas looking for clout, their souls half the price
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| Well you gon' see enough clouds in the afterlife
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| My niggas streesed and depressed
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| Ain’t no time to rest
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| It’s time to wake up from the dead
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| Ain’t no time to rest
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| It’s time to wake up from the dead
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| Ain’t no time to rest
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| It’s time to wake up from the dead
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| Ain’t no time to rest |