the track, Bishop rap, they gon' play it Emperor to your rappers, I'm not similar .40 cal, my rap style, blaow, I'll cripple ya Hot now Burnin' like the sun
on tour [Chorus] Wake up! .. The sun's in your face The sun in your face Wake up! .. The sun's in your face The sun's in your face face face face.. Wake
take a ride with me and race See how these gangstas like to play BEnz big body brings your friends good lodi We gotta party till the sun come up And when the sun
'd worn the 20 pound irons Since before time began Just before the dawn broke His starvation awoke He'd pick the corn from the filth He'd find laying around
me Conceal and protect me I need you to stop me From reeling around The time?s gonna come When you no longer need me But stay by my side ?til the sun
Baby, don't get too tight with me Yes, you're far too tight for me I got your messages And how can I resist But if you come around Don't slap the
wheel, Never ending or beginning, On an ever-spinning reel Like a snowball down a mountain, Or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that's turning Running rings around
styles miss me You can bring that bitch but ya whole click'll still get treated shitty Business never personal I'm up before the sun come up on thai
I come into New York town. People goin' down to the ground, Buildings goin' up to the sky. Wintertime in New York town, The wind blowin' snow around. Walk around
a wheel Never ending on beginning On an ever-spinning reel Like a snowball down a mountain Or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that's turning Running rings around
you keep your head up And that, that don't kill you only makes you stronger And the will to succeed will only feed the hunger, Fo' Reel (Fo' Reel, Fo' Reel
Baby, don't get too tight with me Yes, you're far too tight for me I got your messages And how can I resist But if you come around don't slap the cuffs
