Missy Elliott - Wake Up Lyrics
[Intro - Missy Elliott] {*w/ echoes*}Hey yo Hov.. tell emHip-Hop better wake up[Jay-Z]Yeah! Turn the muh'*****ing music up!Breezy! Yeah! Turn the muh'*****ing music up![Verse 1 - Missy Elliott]Mother*****ers better wake upStop selling crack to the blacksHope ya brought a spare for ya flatCain has sent me talking real factsDown the hill like Jill and JackGot speak what yo weak mind lacksYa heard that? I'm creative to the fullest"Whachu talking bout Willis?"Cause you talk it never kill itI hear but don't feel itThou ain't realest, ya just sweet meat in the villageYeah I'm a Don Diva Don NivaY'all not seen her, heater squeezed into a wife beaterYep I'm a top leader, I got the Martin Luther King feverI'm a feed ya whacha teacha' need to preach yaIt's time to get serious, black people all areasWho gon carry us? It ain't time to bury usCause music be our first love, say 'I Do' let's cherish it[Chorus - Missy Elliott]If you don't got a gun (it's all right)It you makin legal money (it's all right)If you got to keep your clothes on (it's all right)You ain't got a cellular phone (it's all right)And your wheels don't spin (it's all right)And you gotta wear them jeans again (it's all right)Yeah, if you tried oh well (it's all right)Emcees stop the beef, let's sell (it's all right)[Verse 2 - Missy Elliott]Hip-Hop better wake up, the bed to make upsSome of y'all be faker than A drag IN make upGot issues to take up, before we break upLike Electra let go, Missy need a bakerI love Jacob, but jewelry won't fix my place upGotta stay up, studio nights to cake upNow check my flavor, rich folks is now my neighborsI got cable, now check out how I made my paperHip-Hop don't stop, be my LifesaverLike Kobe and Shaq if they left LakersI'm like an elevator DJ on the crossfaderBlack people wake up I'll see your ass later[Chorus][Verse 3 - Jay-Z] + (Missy)I need rims that don't listen and a booming systemFirst piece of change I see, I'm gon get one7:45 - no lights to driveI ain't even got a home, I guess I'll live in my ride***** it!... ("rewind" - *echoes*)"I can hear myself, but I can't feel myselfI'm wanna feel myself like Tweet"7:45 - no lights to driveI ain't even got a home, I guess I'll live in my ride***** it, couple karats in the ear won't hurtNeed a nice chain, laying on this thousand dollar shirtIvizu Jeans cover the rectum, my kick game just like David BeckhamAnybody in my way, I wet themI'ma be this way till the cops come catch 'emTill detectives sketch emOn the sidewalk wit chalk, New York's infectionsTill I got taught a lessonCouple niggas gone, couple went Corrections, Hillary got tenTill I got fifteen, nigga even my kinGot five years bringin nineteen inBut just think I used to think like themNow they gotta live through the pictures that I send them in the penHope you don't start ya life where I end...WAKE UP![*"Wake Up" - repeated to chorus*][Chorus]
