wake up (I wake up) I wake up (I wake up) I threw up when I saw what I'd done Oh, the wake-up bomb Oh, the wake-up bomb My head's on fire and high esteem
t feeling nothing from the waist down Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up There's only one legend alive The rest you gotta dig up You acting like it
I bust back Southsi' for li' Familia, until I'm on my back [Hook] [Trae] I'm a bonified soldier, in the G to the T Motherfuckers be screaming murder, on T-R-A-E
uh [Verse:] Nigga we are So ready for The War C.A.R.T.E.R. Put the beat in E.R. I'm colder than B.R. Add another 3 r's Watch me like DVD, VCR Pump to
. So ready for the war. C-A-R-T-E-R put the beat in ER. I'm colder than BR Add another 3 R's Watch me like D-V-D-V-C-R Pump to your chest I ain't talking
And nothing could save ya, from catchin the vapors Rhymes that'll sting your face like a quick jab And I'm rubbin em in just like vicks say i'm Captivatin
the f-r-e-d-d-i-e f-o-x-x-x, hurts! Punishes, stomps, smashes, crushes, maims You suckers know my name! Aiyyo kris! I'm rhymin long enough (say what? )
Royal What you puttin' on that blunt huh? Hash oil My Panamanian saha from south San Francisco On some marijuana farm down in San Luis Obisbo Wake yo' ass up Charlie Hustle, wake yo' ass up
nothing from the waist down Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up There's only one legend alive The rest you gotta dig up You acting like it's hard
the Hoo-Bangin' camp I just, wake up and ball, y'all Comrade criminals and y'know we fades 'em all y'all I'm hittin' six on the teatley And I'm ridin
(nigga) I just, wake up and ball y'all (whattup k-mac? ) Comrade criminals and y'know we fades em all (that's right) I'm hittin six on the teatley And
I'ma bank on your bitch ass I'm high, I'm high And I'm high, I'm high I'm high, I'm high I'm high, I'm high I'm high, I'm high Said, "I'm high",
