Tekstovi: Cocoa Brovaz. The Rude Awakening. Still Standin Strong.

[Steele]
Yea, yea back up in here smoked out
strickly trees, strickly trees
ain't tryin' to mix nothin' wit my leaves
swift wanna ball breakin' day wit us
for my dogs in a cut
doing what you gotta do to feed ya seeds
maintain stayin' strong.

[Steele (Tek)]
[Day breaks sneeks upon my camp once more]
[get up get dressed and prepare for war]
(yo the wars wit everything outside your door)
[it's a rude awakening but it's more in store]

[Tek]
when I walk through Brooklyn people show me love
went over to GA people showed me love
went to North Carolina they showed us love
even went to California and got love from thugz
and it's all good big up to all the neiborhood
that came to see Tek and Steele when ever they could
but remember the struggle continues after the (?)
watch who ya fuck wit, watch what you getinto
theres a war goin' on outside and in my mental
gettin' drunk and how wonderin' what this gettin' ment to
last week my man put a pistol to his temple
I said nah son not that, thats to simple
one little niggie on the block sellin' crystal
next little niggie got shot up on Bristol
'nother little niggie lock, cause they blew the whistle
last little niggie did the same bitch shit his little sister
this little niggie be hard to find
mind don't makin' it in this day and time
do what we have to criminal Illegal
stayin' alive strivin' wit my people.

[Steele and Tek]
In days of our lives they try to make ends meat
to search for tommorrow got us walkin' the streets
Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef
I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat
tryin' to stay strong, tryin' not to fall
tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall
cause the streets of New York ain't just a walk in the park
you can get your life got in day the or the dark.

[Steele]
I give thanks when I rise up, open my eyes up
Calastetic get me right so I'll be niceup
cause when you feel fit ya feel nice
beware of the tricks and the fools paradise
like the wicked mind youth with them gun pound clocked
who wish to ambush me when I leave the weed spot
want to get, what I got, roll the lah that I cop
rock the shines that I rock, make my life clock stop
but death me fear not, cause the most high guides I
bless me wit protection as the years pass by
conquerer, mighty rasta,
let no man steel from the pocket peel for ya
as i meditate and demonstrate, verbal earthquakes
breakin' down like a junky with a case of shakes
to my dogs flippin' weight and behind gates
livin' street life, put the stash on Jakes
for ya need, do whateva the deed
watch shiesty ass bitches and the next man grieves
Mr. Ripper from the star to the hills its all real
gotta maintain cause the sun don't chill.

[Tek and Steele]
In days of our lives we strive to make ends meat
to search for tommorrow got us walkin' the streets
Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef
I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat
tryin' to stay strong, tryin' not to fall
tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall
cause the streets of New York ain't just a walk in the park
you can get your life got in day the or the dark