[Hook] Niggas sleepin’ better, wake the fuck up! This weed habit, drink the fuck up! Bloody murder, you get ate the fuck up! Your whole crew, we will break the fuck up!
[Verse 1 - Fredro Starr] You better than us The fuck will spark the East coast up, oh shit The fuckin’ beast woke up, from outta deep sleep Niggas is borin’, fucking all these weak beast The beast was snorin’, now the beast is hungry Stomach is growlin’ nigga ribs and such And now it’s stock in the island Motherfucker is smilin’, but nobody smilin’ ‘cause where I'm from, motherfucker, niggas we wallin’ And the wolves be howling Mines be rolling, cars be stolen We're coming out the gutter, like fucker we bowlin’ The shit that I’m holding Niggas talk shit, put the fifth to your colon
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Sticky Fingaz] Oh shit, you done woke up the monster I smell rappers, no wonder Its obvious, that I got too comforta-bull And all these rappers now a days is (bull-shit!) You call her fool like a bitch Lala you signing and dancing, you bitch! You need to loosen up your clothes nigga And leave the dancing to them hoes nigga Hip-hop started out on the block I fell asleep at the wheel and the shit crashed into pop When I speak, the hood got the ears up;Spock And I’mma leave my walker You gotta get hit with them onyx Nigga you know [x3] Am I wrong?, hip hop need a face lift And what better face than the mad face to get
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Skits Vicious] Blades and nunchucks Blaze and gun shots When I’m done they can rake their guts up (motherfucker) This heat turn your face to slush pop Right to hell, this is satan’s bus stop Got a hot bitch cuffed-up Take the drugs, love You get raped and butt fucked I snort speed then wake I the fuck up Kinda off topic but hey I’m somewhat crazed and drunk off Jamaican rum shots White boy’s cables cut off Angels dust drops, how that taste? D.O.D. mad face, pros case
[Verse 4 - Jay Reaper] Niggas got no taste, but when I’m looking that fuckers in the figures We hard body karate, Killuminati niggas I’m Picasso, an apostle, hip-hop deliver Y'all niggas pop so I'm popping a shot in your liver Try and copy what I got and I’ll copy your chopper Niggas claming they heartless, we'll put 2 in yo’ mama’ (Braw, Braw) Brains leaking and your head leave you lookin' like pasta Ain’t speaking, ‘cause you dead on the floor, an imposter(yeah!) See I’m obsessed with this sport Less than I’m core Reppin’ with the Onyx, Niggas back with the force We back in this war, we back in, of course So all y'all boot legged nigga get your ass to the store (raw)
[Hook]
You're sleeping, bed is burning Keep sleeping, bed is burning [x2] Keep sleeping, keep sleeping
Keep sleeping, bed is burning [x3] Keep sleeping, keep sleeping
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