Thom Bell - It's Tuesday lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, you scared ain't you? Relax, it's just music. D-Elite, Jah 5'9", Royce 5'9", Cha Cha, Cut Throat, Billy Nix, my n***a Tre' Little, my n***a E. The Rock City n***as, we in a world of our own, don't you wanna come ride with us? Come ride with us. Yeah, ride wit us down in Seven Mile, n***as with Rock City tattoos on they forearms, n***as throwing they sevens up with. Detroit D tattooed on they hand, that's how we do, n***as'll die for this sh**. Time to play, check it out [Verse 1] Ayo, sit back, smoke, the joke is over, you woke This is pure provoked "Murder", it's over "She Wrote" I don't know how n***as manage to sleep Wake up! The clock radio done panicked the streets Say somethin! I been waiting now hand me these beats I'm simply a branch of the Slim Shady family tree That'll snap - D12 first in line of the wrath, I came last Bout to put my size nine and a half, in the game's a** Once I hit the booth I swooped on n***as like "Whoosh" Two-bit n***as, coupes, and figures we rule I been vicious, just listen from one track to the next I was gangsta when rap was nothin but the hats with the X I sat and watched album for album, n***as flop n***as went from pro-black to Italian, I was hot I worked my f**ing a** off, hopin to blast off Now I'mma let y'all see me, like when Ghost took his mask off Give you more run for ya ones, packin a full clip Rapper n***as come witcha guns, don't bullsh** I'mma only give you wild sh**, rap with a mild pitch Only clever with that occasional style switch Y'all n***as play around on the mic, that's why I'm 'bout to lay it down Savor they way that you sounding tonight Because, I listen to y'all n***as records on Fool's Day Now crack open and bump my sh**, it's Tuesday! [Outro] It's Royce 5'9" This n***a know he too cool But don't ya know ya too smooth I really love how ya do It ain't no other like you (You better wake up, he's coming)