[Intro]

Just give me the countdown
Ya know where we goin
Uh huh
Feel so good
Uh huh

[AZ]
You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up
Laugh get nice, split the blunt up
Pray blue and whites dont run up, remain humble
You see the change when the range come through
When all the fame ups ya game, cause ya names mumbled
The chicks notice, jewels is like hyptnosis
Its furosious, when broke niggaz get focused,
the cars come out, bottles at the bar run out
(ch)You know you large when you win cars, the dons a drought,
but heres the switch up, when beef and the money mix up
Skirts lift up, a few fights, a few stick up,
then one little thing just leads to the next and
here comes them hot boys to breath down ya neck
Now ya gotta pack up, flee from the rest and
just so we could go, you was free from the stress
I guess it is, what it is

[Chorus: Samples scratched by DJ Premier]

Sleepin on the come up
Streetz is yours, so ya take it now
Sleepin on the come up
Im from the place where hardcore is beautiful
Sleepin on the come up
Streetz is yours, so ya take it now
Im rather unique, Im from the place Brooklyn (Brooklyn)

You know the saga, who live or who hotter, who shot at who at the Vermada
I know about beats since Bambata
Before beat streetz, streetz were never knee deep with them Ryderz
Gunz and money, someone was hungry, disfunctional family's that come from junkiez
Jail birds whos wanted for warrants, jumpin countryz,
just tryna survive like a bunch of monkeyz
Marked dollars, DEA narcs with collars,
niggaz snitchin and still got the heart to holla
Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless
Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride D(dick)
Cant call it, too fresh to sprawl it, two checks to roll with, grew up next to all this
So understand, I know from first hand, and lies of a church man, high off his first gram

[Chorus]

Jails is packed, the streetz is whacked,
its even worse when ya workers tappin ya beef for sack
Wifeys gettin feisty, shes beefin back
Though its a likely, it might be your VISA's maxed
The coke is up, so now cushion dro's wassup
And the vegans got that game in the cobra clutch
The D's and the capris too close to duck,
but what da fuck, they could suck on some coconuts
The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal
Nuttin left but jail death and four record deal
Vibes is weak, ho's wanna slide and creep,
even feinds gotta thing for that hide and seek
Stick Up Kidz (SUK), kidnapped, switch up cribs
Its still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up big
Pac is gone, they say that Hip Hop is wrong
You want more? Then log on to AZcom

[Chorus]

(Thanka to Rseno for these lyrics)