| Fuck a penny for your thoughts, nigga, anyhow
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| I just called my nigga Ron, he brought the Henny out
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| Got them things in the Kool-Aid in this motherfucker
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| Like a gang of Gorillas in this motherfucker
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| That’s a closed book, when she with me got your bitch open
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| And she don’t get mook, when she with me got your bitch smokin'
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| Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert
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| Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert
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| That’s a closed book, when she with me got your bitch open
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| And she don’t get mook, when she with me got your bitch smokin'
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| Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert
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| Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert
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| No tats but my passport got plenty
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| I board flights and I ask, «Do you got Henny?»
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| And she say, «Courvoisier»
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| I say, «Fuck it, I would like plenty»
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| How many these nights do I got in me
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| Couldn’t really tell, blind every day, the same time
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| Picture every face drawn on got on a for sale sign
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| Me? |
| I gotta stay sharp, can’t afford a stale mind
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| See? |
| I’m 'bout my bread, motherfucker
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| And I can’t afford a stale mind
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| My city grimy, that Rollie shiny, well, you can’t afford to tell time
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| And they gotta take squats on the jail time
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| Cause nobody got guap for the bail bonds
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| And they had to get street cause college ain’t cheap and
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| Mama gon' eat, if we gotta pop heat so be it
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| Puttin' in work, Soviet, and that shit work, you see it
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| Put your latest work in a hearse and I send it to the dirt
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| Lil nigga, that’s where your CD is, CC 'em
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| Ah, put 'em on alert, me? |
| I make art cause it’s from the heart
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| Love me 'til I’m gone, when I die you gon' have to hit a fuckin' museum to see
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| it, Bas
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| That’s a closed book, when she with me got your bitch open
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| And she don’t get mook, when she with me got your bitch smokin'
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| Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert
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| Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert
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| Yeah, you know the models on the coupe
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| But you don’t even know what’s in your food
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| Nigga, Google it, be alert, be alert
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| Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert
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| Put your young ass in debt
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| Now they got hands on your handsome check
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| You in check, nigga, be alert
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| Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert
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| She catchin' VD’s and passin' 'em off like TD’s and you knee deep
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| Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert
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| Yeah, whole country at war
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| And you don’t even know what for cause we only want more
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| Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert |