[Video Intro: Fredro Starr & Sticky Fingaz]
What's up, man?
I'm tired of this graveyard shift, nigga
I'm telling you, man
Got me on him working, motherfucker, in middle of the night in shit
I'm sick of this shit too, nigga
The other day, motherfucker, I'm heard some shit in here
I'm like a: "What a fuck is going on?"
You know, what's up
You get, right?
Hell yeah!
Two nights ago?
Two nights ago!
I heard the same shit
Yo, what some shit going on here, nigga?
I'm telling you, my nigga
It is
We gotta find a new line of work
Well, here we go
[Intro: Fredro Starr]
Y'all niggas must be dead
It's time to wake da fuck up, niggas
What the fuck is it a library in this motherfucka?
[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
Before we set it off
Let me put a check of the list
All you bitchass niggas you can rest in peace
My niggas streesed and depressed
Ain't no time to rest
It's time to wake up from the dead
Ain't no time to rest
I'm a mess, i'm dirty, i'm filty, probably guilty
The beast from the East where the beats is obese
Big drums, big drums nigga where Big from
Nigga got big guns, don't talk, gun talk to us
This the way we walk in New York, come and walk with us
This a way, hip-hop is in a disarray
This is for my niggas who got a get it the pistol way
Then piss it away on strippers up in Scarlett's
Queens niggas is wild, but Brooklyn is the wildest
Where niggas be robbing shit and rip you for your wallets
Yeah, i got a ghostwriter - Christopher Wallace
So get your rest B.I.G
What's up, man?
I'm tired of this graveyard shift, nigga
I'm telling you, man
Got me on him working, motherfucker, in middle of the night in shit
I'm sick of this shit too, nigga
The other day, motherfucker, I'm heard some shit in here
I'm like a: "What a fuck is going on?"
You know, what's up
You get, right?
Hell yeah!
Two nights ago?
Two nights ago!
I heard the same shit
Yo, what some shit going on here, nigga?
I'm telling you, my nigga
It is
We gotta find a new line of work
Well, here we go
[Intro: Fredro Starr]
Y'all niggas must be dead
It's time to wake da fuck up, niggas
What the fuck is it a library in this motherfucka?
[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
Before we set it off
Let me put a check of the list
All you bitchass niggas you can rest in peace
My niggas streesed and depressed
Ain't no time to rest
It's time to wake up from the dead
Ain't no time to rest
I'm a mess, i'm dirty, i'm filty, probably guilty
The beast from the East where the beats is obese
Big drums, big drums nigga where Big from
Nigga got big guns, don't talk, gun talk to us
This the way we walk in New York, come and walk with us
This a way, hip-hop is in a disarray
This is for my niggas who got a get it the pistol way
Then piss it away on strippers up in Scarlett's
Queens niggas is wild, but Brooklyn is the wildest
Where niggas be robbing shit and rip you for your wallets
Yeah, i got a ghostwriter - Christopher Wallace
So get your rest B.I.G
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