Re-Up Gang 10 Good Morning Lyrics

Good morning [x4]

[Pusha T:]
Its like watchin my whole life flash in front of me
knowin i aint one of the
best who ever done it as a writer shuns it
them n____s young mc while i big pun it
Trying to revisit that impact when B.I.G. done it
or when pac did it, even when nas won it
i daddy kane over the track them n____s king sun'd it
im from the era where B.E.T had team summit
now to watch is like a hell date to turn my stomach
This high level of artistry is apart of me
I'm bored by my so called peers, ya'll have to pardon me
Graffiti Beatstreet, write my life for all to see
You take a bite and leave the rest, I remind you of Lee
do your history, if you can't reminisce with me
you connect the parallels and recognize what gift it be
its not a mystery, no more second guessin him
at this point, you aint got a question who im betta than

[Sandman:]
food on the table, when its not
i move that lean, keepin fiends up and down the block
that's my routine
17, though the block is hot, im kinda cool
with my two, knockin off my rocks
long story short, i done made it through some s___
that done got lotta n____s laid in views
what i say to dudes, wake up out that snooze
before that n____ dead on the news, in the view
I done slept in cribs with grenades; crazy weapons
Pushed cars with more drugs than Rite Aid and Eckard
across state lines, without my squad
just to get paid laid it all on the line
now i thank god,
cause aint nothin else that kept a n____ free or turn him back into dust
you know how many n____s out here buried?
n____s got some chedda too
wishin they was free, on the bricks to make a better move
pullin 400 months, some get forever
trade everything you treasure for some nice weather
or some good p____, a kiss from a w____,
a trip to the store, wake up young boy

Good morning [x4]

[Ab-Liva:]
its complicated, this life i lead
the cars, the w____s are beautiful but all i need is
focus
cut the latter up the ladder to success that i climb,
i stair step to the top, im complex
im a hustler but a turbulent mind
modern day thinkin statue so interpret the lines
the well-thought out
when i was caught out there when i was ???
seen the ??? with my inner thoughts its torture i bare
like a mob, but i been robbed of my youth
the dope game pulled a n____ feet first in the flames
with cocaine, what a wonderful b____ i made
man that n____ can't front i love the acolaydes
the dope money
from the out lookin in they see a thug n____ thing
so unconsciously, im draped and drugged in the bling
drug dealer, street can't get his crown now
we got it for cheap, volume 3, n____ bow down

[Malice:]
only does it seem that the grass is greener
never would have dreamed cash come between us
so hysterically i laugh
i thought it was understood i give you my last
i thought it was to the good
baby boy could rap
we long since left the hood, the rest should be a snap
or so i thought, instead it was a slap to the face
to this day, what am i to make of that?
if i could, the old days id wish em back
when the OJ's played and the crib was still intact
forever mine, quickly turned to nevermind
i ponder to myself, if i had never signed
and in my mind i was only tryin for better
the big wheel era should have last forever
who knew we lacked glue to stick together
i find it so hard to keep my head up

Good morning [x4]