[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 its 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 Im 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 Ima 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?
[Hook]
[Verse 3 Skits Vicious]
Blades and nunchucks, brazing gun shots
When Im done they can rake their guts up (motherfucker)
This heat Turned your face to slush pop
Ride to Hell, this is Satans 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
Im somewhat crazed and drunk off Jamaican rum shots
(White noise) White boys 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 Im looking that fuckers in figures
We hard body karate, Killuminati niggas
Im 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 Ill copy your chopper
Niggas claiming they heartless, we'll put 2 in yo mama
Brains leaking and your head leave you looking like pasta
Aint speaking cause you dead on the floor, an imposter, yeah
See Im obsessed with this sport, lesson, Im 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
