Fredro Starr - #WakeDaFucUp lyrics

[Hook: Sticky Fingaz] n***as sleeping better WakeDaFucUp This weed habit, drink the f** up! Bloody murder, you get ate the f** up! Your whole crew, we will break the f** up! [Verse 1: Fredro Starr] Who better than us? The f** will spark the East coast up Aaah sh**, the f**ing beast woke up From out of the deep sleep, n***as is boring f**ing all these weak beast, the beast was snoring Now the beast is hungry, stomach is growling n***a ribs is touching now they stuck in the island Motherf**ers is smiling but nobody smiling ‘Cause where I'm from, motherf**ing n***as be wilding And the wolves be howling Minds be rolling, cars be stolen We're coming out the gutter, like f**ing we bowling The sh** that I'm holding n***as talk sh**, put the fifth to your colon [Hook] n***as sleeping, better WakeDaFucUp This weed habit, drink the f** up! Bloody murder, you get ate the f** up! Your whole crew, we will break the f** up! [Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz] Aaaah sh**, you done woke up the monster I smell rappers, no wonder It's obvious, y'all have got too comfortable And all these rappers nowadays is bullsh** You colorful like a b**h Lala you signing and dancing, you b**h! You need to loosen up your clothes n***a And leave the dancing to them hoes n***a Hip Hop started out on the block I fell asleep at the wheel, the sh** crashed into 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 n***a you know, n***a you know, n***a you know 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, brazing gun shots When I'm done they can rake their guts up (motherf**er) This heat turns your face to slush pop Ride to Hell, this is Satan's bus stop Got a hot b**h cuffed up Take the d**, love, you get raped and bu*t f**ed 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] n***as got no taste, but when I'm looking that f**ers in figures We hard body karate, k**uminati n***as I'm Pica**o, an apostle, Hip Hop deliver Y'all n***as pop so I'm popping a shot in your liver Try and copy what I got and I'll copy your chopper n***as 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, n***as back with the force We back in this war, we back in, of course So all y'all boot-legged n***as, get yo' a** to the store [Hook] [Bridge] Keep sleeping, beds is burning (x3) Keep sleeping, keep sleeping Keep sleeping, beds is burning (x3) Keep sleeping, keep sleeping [Hook]