WAKE UP(FEAT. JAY-Z)

A yo ho, tell em, hip hop better wake up Yeah turn the muthafucking music up Yeah turn the muthafucking music up Muthafucka betta wake up Stop selling crack to the blacks Hope you bought a spare for your flat Pain and suffering, talking real facts Down the hill like Jill and Jack I speak what your weak mind lacks Ya heard that, I'm creative to the fullest Whatcha talkin 'bout Willis cuz you talkin never kill it I hear but don't feel it Thou ain't realist, ya just sweet meat in the village Yeah, Hummer don-diva, don-neva Ya'll not seen the heater squeeze into a wife beater I'm a top leader, I got Martin Luther King fever I'm a feed ya what ya teacher need to preach ya Its time to get serious Black people, all areas, whose gonna carry us It ain't time to bury us Cuz music be our first love, say “I do”, lets cherish it If you don't got a gun, its alright If you making legal money, its alright If you gotta keep your clothes on, its alright You ain't got a cellular phone, its alright And your wheel don't spin, its alright And you gotta where them jeans again, its alright If you tried on well, its alright MC's stop the beef, let's sell its alright Hip hop better wake up, the bed that make up Some of yall be faker than the drag in make-up Got issues to take up before we break up Like Elektra let go Ms Anita Baker I like Jacob, but jewerly won't fix my place up Gotta stay up, studio nights to cake up Now check my flavor, rich folks is now my neighbors I got cable and check out how I made my paper Hip hop, don't stop, be my lifesaver Like Kobe and Shaq if they left Lakers Like a elevated DJ on the cross fader Black wake up or see ya ass later If you don't got a gun, its alright If you making legal money, its alright If you gotta keep your clothes on, its alright You ain't got a cellular phone, its alright And your wheel don't spin, its alright And you gotta where them jeans again, its alright If you tried on well, its alright MC's stop the beef, let's sell its alright I need rims that don't listen in a booming system First piece of change I see, I'm gon get one 745, no license to drive I ain't even got a home, I guess I'll live in my ride Fuck it I can hear myself, but I can't feel myself I wanna feel myself like Tweet 745, no license to drive I ain't even got a home, I guess I'll live in my ride Fuck it Couple carats in the ear won't hurt I need a nice chain laying on this thousand dollar shirt And Bisou jeans cover the rectum I kick game just like David Beckham And anybody in my way, I wet them I'ma be this way til cops the come catch 'em To protect or sketch 'em On the sidewalk in chalk, New York's infectious Til I got taught a lesson Couple nigga gone, couple in corrections Emory got ten, Ty got fifteen, nigga even my kin Got five years, bringing nineteen in And just think, I used to think like them Now they gotta live through the picture that I send them in the pen Hope ya don't start your life where I end Wake up Wake up Wake up... If you don't got a gun, its alright If you making legal money, its alright If you gotta keep your clothes on, its alright You ain't got a cellular phone, its alright And your wheel don't spin, its alright And you gotta where them jeans again, its alright If you tried on well, its alright MC's stop the beef, let's sell its alright