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• Artiste: Awar & Vanderslice
• Titre: Wake Up Call
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Aye, wake yo punk ass up, you bitch! The best free agents in the muthafuckin' game right now It's war! Overlooked and underrated, that's a fuckin' understatement I hold my foot in the nest till it suffer from suffocation Wingpipes crunch under the weight, punks stay runnin' in place On thin ice, stayin' dump slug but yo shooters is pump skatin' Been ice, see my lunch break, on black blunts and duct tape Livin' that city life but tell 'em who's the ones for upstate You fuck face cupcakes ? on some chump change I touch dirty money until I get paper cuts and blood stains I ain't the one to play with, up-laid on the grave shift Duckin' these government agents, plus the judge's arraignment Stuffin' hundreds in a duffle, I can't afford to be complacent Dollar signs, point blank period is my punctuation Drugs ? the pain, the tongue will ? for chunky chains You shoulda been a nutstand I pop blunts till my lungs ache Took some bags to luggage claim and jumped on anotha plane I'm way ahead of my time, you still stuck on the runway Wake up! (Hook break) Woke up this mornin' with murda all on my mental Half on the one 87 to 11 but he ain't no ? They're on for homicide, damn, nigga learn that from all the kids on the block What you know about stickin' anotha goddamn Pull up 20 guns to the muthafuckin' gang You can't get sent thru, get sent out Gleam blocks with that Glock out (?) Full clip for your clit fuck You're capped, bitch, I'm capped out I pull up, straight bullet poppin' But the bullet stopped, I musta ran out Turn the captain curvy to a handyman Fuck an ambulance that wanna van out Straight goin', thuggin' and you know it If police ask for a green car Nigga, get my whip and my bitch straight forward Chasin' my potential, well I guess I see the hope in that Said she was mixed with black so I asked that back If she want some more in that Roll up with these smokin', bruh East Side GI deep in the game Not a day go by that I don't get high Two zips of weed on the plane Nigga, blimp my essay up in Memphis Price gettin' cheap on the thang Gotta keep that yap boy strapped like a trap boy Nigga it might leave us some change Gangsta blimps, bitch I don't need to breathe, hoe I don't need to breathe, hoe I don't need to breathe, hoe