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  1. Do you believe it's morning
    I'm alive
    but that's the last thing on my mind

    [Method Man]
    Uh, why'all see I'm in the street strugglin
    Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin
    Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin
    Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin
    Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in
    And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life
    Ante up cause if you blow the dice
    On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight
    That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife
    Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke
    Searchin for a quick antidote
    Mo' money, mo' problems to cope

    Do you believe it's morning
    I'm alive
    but that's the last thing on my mind

    [Raekwon the Chef]
    Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on
    How to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch
    Banana coat matchin with the ratchet
    Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin
    Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird
    Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant
    It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin
    Buried you alive, left your whore cryin
    We on your floor look more doors
    Dey ain't ate either, I hope why'all niggaz is armed
    And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix
    Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich

    [Ghostface Killah]
    Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio
    Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process
    Everybody switched they names like
    Whatcha call it, any fast (?)
    It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches
    Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy
    Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through
    We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through
    RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power
    Proof that power plastered divine classical lines
    Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable
    Now niggaz with the radical shines
    It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me
    We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.
    World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan
    We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit

    Do you believe it's morning
    I'm alive
    but that's the last thing on my mind

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