Wake up without warning, Like a heart attack, Look around the room, And the feeling’s wack, Touch up on my pockets, Gotta make some cash, Call my bro up quick, Come get me fast, Say he got somethings, On his mind to do, Give him about an hour, Then he's coming through, Heard him holla boyie, Then I ran out, Money on my mind, No more handouts, Get my pen and pad, I'ma write some mo', Hit that stage then tell 'em, Turn the lights down low, They open up they mouths, All eyes on me, Look at my initials, I'm the white JZ, We about to make it rappin', We are about to make a grabbin', We about to make it rapping, We are about to make it happen, Yeah.