*Alarm Clock*. *Gun Shots*. Verse 1:. Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke. Prolly started off a beautiful day with weed smoke. Outta last nights pussy the murder that she wrote. Cold sweatin from a nightmare mind on a C-note. You leave the door open tensions of fulfillin your visions. Constantly sidetrack thinkin about whos your man and who isnt. Maybe its necessary maybe your overreactin. Maybe your actual downfalls that hoe that you clappin. Maybe your pillow conversations been controllin your actions. Maybe your homie overheard and never told you what happened. You look behind you when you turn the coner. Cause death is promised and you done seen some niggas go before ya. The threats honest and with that lingerin in the back of your head. You know its possible that you wont make it back to your bed. The confusion and jealousy and dishonor'll spin ya. But done nothin hurt worse then when that gun powders in ya. Chorus:. If you my nigga you my nigga til the end. Fuck a bill fuck a bitch fuck a Benz. Lets toast til we die. Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky. If you my nigga you my nigga til we go. One of the few I would take a bullet for. Lets toast til we die. Roll up the weed and blow the smoke to the sky. Verse 2:. The smell of Marijuana reiks off me. I raise hell before I speak softly callin the next. Put atleast 100 grand on one hand bought em six. Aknowledge the weaknesses that his man taught him to fix. We aint never left the hood so we cam-corder the trips. I done watch the nigga go from BET to the bricks shit. Her slanted eyes with the chocolate thighs take me. Ima bachelor nigga you aint knockin my lady. Alota these niggas been jockin mine lately. And I hope they catch the long nap and not rock-a-bye baby. When two brothas pushed outta different mama's. Close enough to conflict and put this shit behind us. Your baby boy made the big time. Hoes is watchin and these niggas tryna get mine. Remember back then the lines in your flattop. Hoppin your moms aint the mama on crack rock. Chorus. Verse 3:. I keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky. I never really smile much if you was here youd know why. Its frustration and fire if you look in my eye. The media fuckin me up right hookin my high. Niggas hated on us for the game took us inside. Then they opened they arms wide took the whoppin and cried. I got a platnium plaque hangin on the wall in my crib. And handsomes one of the things they been callin the kid. They watch you close when you coppin all them VS stones. If you aint tryna get it poppin leave the BS home. I got us a Diddy broad that gives the best dome. And im blowin on some of the finest weed thats grown holmes. You wont know when they gon' dump a slug. But you can tell im gettin money from line out the front the club. My whole click caked up you cant compare the dough. And if its only one bitch dont even share a hoe. Chorus. whoaaaa whoaaaaa. La La La. *Alarm Clock*.