[Hook: Sticky Fingaz] Niggaz Sleeping Better – Wake Da Fuck Up! Cause We Having It – Straight To Fuck Up! Bloody Murder You Get – Ate The Fuck Up! Your Whole Crew, We Will – Break The Fuck Up!
[Verse 1: Fredro Starr] Who better than us? The fuck will spark the East coast up Oh shit, the fucking beast woke up From out of deep sleep, niggas is boring Fucking all these weak beast, the beast was snoring Now the beast is hungry, stomach is growling Nigga Ribs Is Touchin' now it’s stuck in the island Motherfuckers is smiling but nobody smiling ‘Cause where I'm from, motherfucking niggas be wilding And the wolves be howling Minds be rolling, cars be stolen We're coming out the gutter, like fucking we bowling The shit that I’m holding Niggas talk shit, put a fifth to 'em colon
[Hook] Niggaz Sleeping Better – Wake Da Fuck Up! Cause We Having It – Straight To Fuck Up! Bloody Murder You Get – Ate The Fuck Up! Your Whole Crew, We Will – Break The Fuck Up!
[Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz] Aaaah shit, you done woke up the monster I smell rappers, no wonder It's obvious, Gotta Got Too Comforta-ble And all these rappers nowadays is bullshit You colorful 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 Shit Crash To The Pop When I speak, the hood got the ears up, Spock And I’ma leave my mark and you gotta get hit with the Onyx Nigga You Know… Nigga You Know… Nigga You Know… Nigga You Know… Am I wrong? Hip Hop need a face lift And what better face than the meth face to get?
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[Verse 3: Skits Vicious] Blades and nunchucks, brazing gun shots When I’m done they can rake their guts up (motherfucker) This heat Turned your face to slush pop Ride 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 I WakeDaFucUp Kinda of off topic but hey I’m somewhat crazed and drunk off Jamaican rum shots (White noise) White boy’s cables cut off Angels dust drops, how that taste? D.O.D. mad face, closed case
[Verse 4: Jay Reaper] Niggas got no taste, but when I’m looking that fuckers in 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 claiming they heartless, we'll put 2 in yo mama Brains leaking and your head leave you looking like pasta Ain’t speaking cause you dead on the floor, an imposter, yeah See I’m obsessed with this sport, lesson, I’m core Repping with the Onyx, niggas back with the force We back in this war, we back in, of course So all y'all boot-legged niggas, get yo' ass to the store