Clean Up Songtext
von Strong Arm Steady

Now this is the real thing, we found the groove
We move each other

I don′t wanna leave you on the sidelines, dude
The clock is ticking, get your mind right, dude
Remembering the days when Nas, like you
Why I ain't end up in that pine box? True
What goes up must come down
So when you sitting at the top, you′ve won one round
Now here come one generation that's so profound
You ain't never heard the word "assassination" so pronounced
Like as your ass go through the repercussion of
Winning while you sinning, the nation stay hunting for you

And I don′t mean to break the news to you niggas
But the crabs in the bucket are true
As true as the bullet, easy as the trigger pulling
I′m sure you'll do what′s best for you
So clean up, don't ease up
I know you′ll do what's best for you


Don′t let the pressure leave your membrane bust
See this wicked world got your head messed up

You couldn't cut it so you shoulda been gave up
Who told your ass that the angel dust
Weed and needy with bullets for the greedy grind time
24/7, Substance possession

Peter get strong arm to pay Paul
It's a hood loan, hollow hearts ain′t involved
Relationships can′t resolve
We entertain spite, hunger pains, watch parallels evolve
Realize size ain't shit, it′s a movement
Of the grit, a result of the time that's spent
Not speculating, gang bang culture we live amongst
All the drunk know no better so you get stuck
Bad luck′s contagious, but talent is hereditary
A few get to shine but the rest behind cages, scary


And I don't mean to break the news to you niggas
But the crabs in the bucket are true
As true as the bullet, easy as the trigger pulling
I′m sure you'll do what's best for you
So clean up, don′t ease up
I know you′ll do what's best for you

Yo, the conflict is crucial, the drama′s just futile, Hus

Kinda make you wonder what to do, you know it must
Get a little easier on some ooh child trust

People cutthroat, this is the new style
I know your man just passed with his two child

Just keep them crabs outta where you lay your roots down
They in the bucket tryna make they splash
And cake boys figure fuck it, they gon' take they cash
′Cause it's like, I gotta get it, gots, gots to get it

Especially in a city where cops not permitted
So box lock your digits, I hate to be the one to break the news
To you but shit′s hot, watch them niggas
A few is gon' flat out walk up and say "Fuck you"
Others is gon' play it like, "Ayy, what you been up to?"
Knowing they only wanna get somebody to touch you
I know regardless you gon′ do what you must do, true

And I don′t mean to break the news to you niggas
But the crabs in the bucket are true
As true as the bullet, easy as the trigger pulling
I'm sure you′ll do what's best for you
So clean up, don′t ease up
I know you'll do what′s best for you

Me? Nigga, I ain't high
Nigga, I ain't high, you know why?
′Cause I can′t truly be high
Unless all my motherfucking friends is high
I look around, I see my friends
You know what I feel like doing?
What you feel like doing?
I feel like sharing my shit