Wake up from utopian artifice long way the glass houses break Art of war Wields words as weapons long may the glass houses break long may the glass houses
Ruff Ryders Next generation I didn't see the empire If you want Jacksons with a system that'll wake up the dead With a truck full of birds feedin' them
keep bitches straight up like Simon says Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head Cop me and 1's hon lime and red You got pets me too mines are dead Doggy
rest I wake up to breakfast in head You wake up to breakfast in bed Should I drop my H2, hmm, I'm a take the Lexus instead Pimpin' aint dead, but I leave
the lord for the new shalom I, I wake up before I throw a beater on Fall to my knees thank the lord for the new shalom I, I wake up I, I, I wake up I,
liberationa?¦stockin cap style [chorus x2] [m-1] I was born in the storm hearin gun clap from thunder See my childhood peersa?¦catchin years by the number I wake
assembled vigil-aunties and uncles Hot Dogs Ices Mid day crisis Ippa dippa dation no operation Too many people at the station Me rest of life's fall-out patients Who wake
way I make it rain Make ya fuck around and drown Now them leaches ain't around I'm better off alone Got rid of the dead weight, like Star Jones Y'all better wake
got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the trunk man *** in the trunk man, call me the front man Too much Cris' in
if I was you I wouldn't feel myself Dawg, if I was you I'd kill myself [HOOK - Kanye West (Singing Voice)] (Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning dawg,
, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself Dawg, if I was you I'd kill myself [HOOK - Kanye West (Singing Voice)] (Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning dawg
in the trunk I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man [Chorus One: The Game] Too much Cris' in
(feat. Eminem, 50Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, Tony Yayo) [Intro: 50 Cent] I don't need Don Parrion I don't need Cris Tengo [?] I don't need shit
keep bitches straight up like +Simon Says+ Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head Cop me And 1s hon lime and red You got pets me too mines are dead Doggy
every night [Verse 2:] Whose capitain gon' spew stale venom? Not mine... I hug a hammock in the bedlam And when the potentially lucrative race horse gets deaded I'll wake
we write fiction Limping through life, pointing at beauty and writing novels While the others hack off their limbs And complain how they have to hobble If I'm in the land of the dead
I wake to breakfest and head You wake up to breakfast in bed Should I drive my H2? Hmmm? I'ma take the Lexus instead Pimping ain't dead but I'll leave
time for dreamin' here when you go up, jealous people come even angels want you dead know unity is power but wisery divides and in time of crisis, everybody