away, where am I today? I got to get up, I know I got to get to you, got to make a break and get up! I'm gonna get up, I'm gonna find me someone new
break ya heart girl yeah [x2] I guess it's true good girls like street guys Skated straight past college baby street wise Don't let this rap thang fool ya I got
plus you, my new hustle Fuck scuffin up my knuckles, rather buck you and watch you buckle I can't stand a snitch, a switch real bitch I got some transcripts
s, we break laws Faggot cats claiming their crooks Soon I'ma smack him up, his mans and them too Yo, bag him up, smack him up Doing this do or die lifestyle
and trick we drop The paper which you use my tongue to lick with Trouble and strife ain't no sunshine in my life Wise guys get protection when they
want a toast, hustled up various reefer Ithaca, Ithaca, hydro, why yo? Haze on delivery, lives hoes, five fo But kept the fo-five, for wise guys with eyes low Pick me up
hustled up various reefer Ithica, Ithica, hydro, why yo? Haze on delivery, lives hoes, five fo But kept the fo-five, for wise guys with eyes low Pick me up
9 from the pawn shop layaway Keep it in my pack and the jack men'll stay away Fellas gettin' jealous, hate to see a nigga rise up They tryin' to size up, but punk nigga, wise up
might get scolded or burnt up But I guarantee, the Feds won't turn up Hang it up, yo, you must give it up Like a bitch, go fetch ya makeup I'm street wise
sober cos I never did my homework which has got me on the sofa, no degree but growing older i played a fool to catch the wise i will never tell a lie
whoever said shit They got rocked So sugar Shane Mosley yo ass up out the cockpit We natural born fly guys Twist up yo Garcia vegas and toast to the wise guys
Put the barrel on the bridge of your nose and turn you cock-eyed Steppin to us not wise, told you how to get live Such threats expect five guys, five
Yeah, that's right Hardy Boys shit Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up Yeah Yo, yo he got his stones from Greece
's not fair, Anna, it's not right, Anna Please, turn around or I'll be starin' all night, Anna So many men, Anna, they wanna play, Anna They all wanna get their name up
a wise man grow to a live man a show Only problem with the trife one is I stay low Blowin' lye with guys who got they eyes on my dough We got riches, we got
? out the seams While you suckers havin? limousine dreams I got you all sized up, niggaz wise up A Fat Beat truck'll be pickin? all you guys up Word
