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Cocoa Brovaz The Rude Awakening Still Standin Strong [steele] Yea, yea back up in here smoked out Strickly trees, strickly trees Ain't tryin' to mix nothin' wit my leaves Swift wanna ball breakin' day wit us For my dogs in a cut Doing what you gotta do to feed ya seeds Maintain stayin' strong. [steele] ((tek)) [day breaks sneeks upon my camp once more] [get up get dressed and prepare for war] ((yo the wars wit everything outside your door)) [it's a rude awakening but it's more in store] [tek] When i walk through brooklyn people show me love Went over to ga people showed me love Went to north carolina they showed us love Even went to california and got love from thugz And it's all good big up to all the neiborhood That came to see tek and steele when ever they could But remember the struggle continues after the (?) Watch who ya fuck wit, watch what you bewitched Theres a war goin' on outside and in my mental Gettin' drunk and how wonderin' what this gettin' ment to Last week my man put a pistol to his temple I said nah son not that, thats to simple One little niggie on the block sellin' crystal Next little niggie got shot up on bristol 'nother little niggie lock, cause they blew the whistle Last little niggie did the same bitch shit his little sister This little niggie be hard to find Mind don't makin' it in this day and time Do what we have to criminal illegal Stayin' alive strivin' wit my people. [steele and tek] In days of our lives they try to make us hate To search for tommorrow got us walkin' the streets Yo i'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat Tryin' to stay strong, tryin' not to fall Tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall Cause the streets of new york ain't just a walk in the park You can get your life got in day the or the dark. [steele] I give thanks when i rise up, open my eyes up Calastetic get me right so i'll be nicer Cause when you feel fit ya feel nice Beware of the tricks and the full paradise Like the wicked mind in york with them gun pound caught Who wish to ambush me when i leave the weed spot When i get, what i got, roll the lah that i caught Rock the shines that i rock, make my life clock stop Wit def me fear not, cause them mores high guys i Bless me wit protection as the years pass by Conquerer, mighty rasta, Let no man steel from the pocket peel for ya It's a meditate and demonstrate, verbal earthquakes Breakin' down like a junky with a case of shakes To my dogs flippin' weight and behind gates Livin' street life, put the stash on jakes For ya need, do whateva the deed Watch shiesty ass bitches and the next man grieves Mr. ripper from the star to the hills its all real Gotta maintain cause the sun don't chill. [tek and steele] In days of our lives we strive to make ends meat To search for tommorrow got us walkin' the streets Yo i'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat Tryin' to stay strong, tryin' not to fall Tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall Cause the streets of new york ain't just a walk in the park You can get your life got in day the or the dark |
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