Wake Up (feat. Jay-Z)

Ayo Hov, tell em, hip hop betta wake up

Yeah, turn the motherfuckin' music up

Yeah, turn the motherfuckin' music up

Motherfuckers betta wake up, stop sellin' crack to the black

Hope you bought a spare for your flat

Can't accept me talkin' real facts

Down the hill like Jill and Jack, I speak what ya weak mind lacks

Ya heard that?

I'm creative to the fullest

What you talkin' bout Willis

'Cause your talkin' never kill it

I hear but don't feel it

Thou ain't realest, you just sweet meat in the village

Yeah I'm a Don Diva, Don Niva

Y'all not seen her, heater squeezed into a wife beater

Yep I'm a top leader, I got the Martin Luther King fever

I'ma feed ya, what ya teacher need to preach ya

It's time to get serious, black people all areas

Who gon' carry us? It ain't time to bury us

'Cause music be our first love, say "I Do", let's cherish it

If you don't gotta gun (It's alright)

If ya makin' legal money (It's alright)

If you gotta keep ya clothes on (It's alright)

You ain't got a cellular phone (It's alright)

And ya wheels don't spin (It's alright)

And you gotta wear them jeans again (It's alright)

Yeah if you tried oh well (It's alright)

MC's stop the beef, lets selL (It's alright)

Hip-Hop better wake up, the bed to makeups

Some of y'all be faker than a drag on make up

Got issues to take up, before we break up

Like Elektra let go Miss Anita Baker

I love Jacob, but jewelry 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, now check out how I made my paper

Hip-Hop don't stop, be my Lifesaver

Like Kobe and Shaq if they left Lakers

I'm like an elevator DJ on the crossfader

Black people wake up and see your ass later

If you don't gotta gun (It's alright)

If ya makin' legal money (It's alright)

If you gotta keep ya clothes on (It's alright)

You ain't got a cellular phone (It's alright)

And ya wheels don't spin (It's alright)

And you gotta wear them jeans again (It's alright)

Yeah if you tried oh well (It's alright)

MC's stop the beef, lets sell (It's alright)

I need rims that don't listen and 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... (Rewind)

(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 karats in the ear won't hurt

Need a nice chain, laying on this thousand dollar shirt

Evisu Jeans cover the rectum, my kick game just like David Beckham

Anybody in my way, I wet them

I'ma be this way till the cops come catch 'em

Til' detectives sketch 'em

On the sidewalk wit' chalk, New York's infections

Til' I got taught a lesson

Couple **** gone, couple went corrections

Emory got ten

Ty got fifteen, **** even my kin

Got five years bringin' nineteen in

But just think I used to think like them

Now they gotta live through the pictures that I send them in the pen

Hope you don't start ya life where I end

(Wake Up)

(Wake Up)

(Wake Up)

(Wake Up)

(Wake Up)

(Wake Up)

(Wake Up)

(Wake Up)

If you don't gotta gun (It's alright)

If ya makin' legal money (It's alright)

If you gotta keep ya clothes on (It's alright)

You ain't got a cellular phone (It's alright)

And ya wheels don't spin (It's alright)

And you gotta wear them jeans again (It's alright)

Yeah if you tried oh well (It's alright)

MC's stop the beef, lets sell (It's alright)