Wake uuuuuuuup
I see the sun shine gazing threw window pain
Blazing like indo flame it's time to wake up
Co0me to your senses manye
Snow is all around you
But you don't play no winter games
Cartrage all around you
But you don't play netendo games
Load them up and fill them up to the top
Before you cocking them
Trying to get from the botton to the top
Like the stock exchange
See I was shitting shaving
Hit the coner for a block exchange
Amazing what my people would do
For some pocket change
But maybe this ain't the life you choose
This is the life you stay strapped and pack a knife
Or end up with a bloody nose
Street survival or survival of the street
And only the strong survive
There's no survival for the weak
Catch a sneak eak at death if your not on your p's & q's
They carry banana clip and niggas will peel u for your shoes
This is the blues but not all hill street
U can call it kill or be killed street
Lost a pint of blood let it spill street
Stop and wake uuuuuuuuuup
Wake uuuuuuuuuup

They say my folkes would do any thing for the fortune and fame
And it will take a fortune to get rid of all the pain
But I'm saying use your brain homie do the right thing (let me talk to ya)
Use your brain homie do the right thing (let me talk to ya)
You say the only family u got is in the game
And the only way to make is by sell cocain
But I'm say use your brain homie do the right thing (let me talk to ya)
Use your brain homie do the right thing (let me talk to ya)