[Chorus:] Nigga's sleeping better Wake the fuck up Cuz' we ain't having it, Drink the fuck up Bloody Murder you get Ate the fuck up. Your whole crew we will Break the fuck up.
[Fredro Starr:] You better than us The fuck will spark the East coast up, oh shit The fuckin' beast woke up, from out of 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 stuck in the island Motherfucker is smilin', but nobody smilin' ‘cause where I'm from, motherfuckers niggas we wallin' And the wolves be howling Mines be golden, cars be stolen We're coming out the gutter, like fuck it we bowlin' The shit that I'm holding Niggas talk shit, put the 5th to your colon.
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[Sticky Fingaz:] Oh shit, you don't woke up the monster I smell rappers, no wonder It's obvious, that I got to comfta -bull And all these rappers now a days is bull- shit You call her fool like a bitch Lala you signin' and dancin', you bitch! You need to loosen up your clothes nigga And leave the dancing to them hoes nigga Hip-hop started out with the block I fall asleep at the wheel, then shit crashed in the park When I speak, the hood got they ears up spock And I'mma leave my walker You gotta get hit with the ox Bitches you know Nigga you know [x3] Am I wrong?, hip hop need a face lift And what better face than the mad face to get
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[Skits Vicious:] Blades and numbchucks Blaze and gun shots When I'm done they can break their guts up (motherfucker) This heat turn your face to slush pup Ride to hell, this is satan's bus stop Got a hot bitch, cuffed-up Take the drugs, love, you get raped then butt fuck I snore the speed then I wake the fuck up Kind of off topic but hey I'm somewhat crazed, than drunk off Jamaican rum shots White boy's cables cut off Angels dust drops, how that taste? D.O.D. mad face, post haste
[Jay Reaper:] Niggas got no taste, but when I'm looking that fuckers in the figures We hard body karate, Killuminati niggas I'm a cost apostle hip-hop we deliver You niggas pop so I'll poppin a shot in you liver Try to copy what I gotta no copy you chop Niggas they clamin' they heartless, but put 2 on yo' mama' Brain stickin' in your head then it lookin like pasta Ain't speaking cause you dead on the floor, an impostor 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 ya' boot legged nigga get yo' ass to the store
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You're sleeping, beds is burning Keep sleeping, beds is burning [x2] Keep sleeping, keep sleeping
Keep sleeping, beds is burning [x3] Keep sleeping, keep sleeping