(feat. Ron Isley)



[Note: Sample From: Isley Brother's "For The Love Of You"]



[Intro: Nas & (Ron Isley)]

Good Morning, Yea (Yea, well, well Yea)



[Verse 1: Nas]

Good morning the same old jerks goin' to work

Garbage man pick up the dirt, the birds don't chirp

There's this nice Lady I know, she always speak

Wit her two children, headed to the school buildin

Then rush home and again to lit housin

And they are puttin' out the new ceilings

Cuz her shit is leakin'

Water keep drippin'down, so she beefin'

Husband keep cheatin', he've been out all-evenin'

Good morning, police shifts the hood is on-in'

So they drive around all-day wit bench warrants

Eatin donuts and sippin' on coffee

Ooops!, sudden stops spills on the walkie-talkie

Damn this nigga is a creep

Whispers to police at the wino in the middle of the street

Wit missin' front teeth twist blunts deep in the cut

It's my nigga so I holler it up, niggaz good morning



[Hook: x2]

Good morning cause I'm still here

Didn't get a wake-up call from out there

So I'm head back to the street for my lesson

And only live by God's blessings



[Verse 2: Nas]

Good morning, yawnin, dawn is no gon'in'

New day, toothpaste brushin my screwface

Follow the light, it's just a great feelin'

And I love life, every minute is pure healin'

Can't you tell I'm much happy nowadays

No more child play, livin' life the foul way

My man just came home speedin

Tryin' to catch up wit 9-years of no freedom

The paper say - "They finally caught 'em"

He back in, I guess street life got too borin'

Kind of quiet, half the hood is still sleep

If you saw the night before you won't believe it's the same street

Put on my lenses, leave the Phantom

Take the low-whip for a trip up to pam-pams

Scramblin' white turkey cacon

"Ma pass the hot sauce from out your apron"



[Hook]