House Gang Animalz - Wake Up lyrics

[Intro: Inspectah Deck] sh** is serious, all my life this sh** is serious We got mouths to feed, we got families and babies dependin' on us We ain't layin' down for this sh**, 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 n***az 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