HOUSE GANG ANIMALZ - Wake Up lyrics

(feat. Inspectah Deck)

[Intro: Inspectah Deck]

Shit is serious, all my life this shit is serious

We got mouths to feed, we got families and babies dependin' on us

We ain't layin' down for this shit, we gon' stand up right now

Yo, yo

[Inspectah Deck:]

When I wake up in the morning

I'm thankful just to wake up in the morning, not layin' in the coffin

Did time and crime, now I write these rhymes

And I die for what's rightfully mine

Most my niggaz is gone, I'm fightin on

Like how did I survive this long?

So I plant these seeds, please believe

They'll salute me the moment I leave

Big city of dream, quick pretty machine

In the mud fight, where we get gritty to gleam

Where the thug types bust life, then jiggy for CREAM

Cops storm around the block tryin' to get me in greens

I'm a loose cannon, incredible with Bruce Banner

Lickin' off through your speaker like Snipes with two hammers

Rude manners, bad attitude and grammar

Been through the slammer, got my trees through Miranda

Midnight marauder, want it all nothin' shorter

Hundred dollar big faced bills, now what's your offer?

Forcin' my hand, I bump you off where you stand

Yo, money with the fake fronts, talk to your man

I'm from the land where the hoods roam, and chrome gets tossed

And the rats snatch the throwback off your dead corpse

You could be a gangsta, you could still get caught

And, it be your main man sendin' you off

That's why I wake up in the morning with a six shooter

Ain't slept all mornin' waitin' on the intruder

It's you or I, it's do or die to get in

In the real world, your grandmom's door gets kicked in

I do what it takes to survive, seen the greatest alive

Go from glory, through the snakes and lies

I seen, a honest man when the stakes got high

Grab a gun and take lives over cakes and pies

Gettin', CREAM, cheese or bread, however said

All your dope stash won't match the price on your head

Cause shots flyin' out a blazin' pace

Made ya name save a place, daily in the paper chase

So I wake up in the mornin'

Blessed that I made it to the morning, but the streets still callin'

Yeah, pumpin' my jams or, runnin' a scam

Either way I'm gettin' ones in my hand

I'm one felony short from doin' life

Duel mic make me loose it tonight