| Lyrics: | [Missy Elliott]
Eh yo Hov, tell em, hip hop betta wake up
[Jay-Z]
Yeah,
turn the muhfuckin music up
Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up
[Verse 1 Missy
Elliott]
Motherfuckers betta wake up, stop sellin crack to the black
Hope you bought a
spare for your flat
Cant accept me talkin real facts
Down the hill like Janet Jack, i speak
what yah weak mind lacks
Yah heard that
Im creative to the fullest what you talkin bout
Willace cause your talkin Never kill it
I hear but dont fill it, down we realest
Yah just
weet me in the in the village
Yeah im a down diva done niva
Ya'll not see her he don sqeeze
into a wife beater
Yep im a top leader
I got the Martin Luther King fever, ima feed yah what
yah teacher need to breat yah
Its time to get seious
Black people all areas who gon' carry
us it aint time to bury us
Cause music be our first love, say i do lets cherish
it
[Chorus]
If you dont gotta gun (its alright)
If yah makin legal money, (its
alright)
If you gotta keep yah clothes on, (its alright)
You aint gotta sell yah lil phone,
(its alright)
And yah wheels dont spin, (its alright)
And you gotta wear them jeans again,
(its alright)
Yeah if you tried oh well, (its alright)
MC's stop the beef lets sell, (its
alright)
[Verse 2 Missy Elliott]
Hip hop betta wake up, the bed to make up
Some of ya'll be faker than a dragon make-up
Got issues to take up before we break
up
Like Electra let go miss Selida Baker
I love Jocob, the jury wont fix my place
up
Gotta stay up, studio nice to cake up
Now check my flava, rich folks is now my
neighbors
I got cable, now check it how i make my paper
Hip hop dont sto |
