master pass, kick your ass And feel combustion, for the dope blast 'Cause you're steppin' on my property, get off it G Get caught up, then you get shot up
that?ll bury ya It gets scarier when clones cross polonaise Hydro, criptnotic, super sonic, madocnize You wake up and you still feelin' groggy, yeah Heads
, head twirls every time the toilet swirls Covered in throw-up and I refuse to grow up I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up I made this
' Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho Swift fist like Camacho, I got so Much style I should be down wit the Stylistics Make up to break up n***** need to wake up
it should be possible to Pinpoint potential trouble-makers ' 'And neutralise them' Wake up! wake up! wake up! wake up Wake up! wake up! wake up! wake up
hello world, Wake up, wake up, it's party o'clock, Hello world, hello world, Wake up, wake up, it's party o'clock, Hello world, hello world, Wake up, wake up
but the brain is the tool Gimme my props so we all can rule Don't show off my skills, I just sprinkle 'em And now you're sleeping on my props Wake up
you And now that I just took you back to the future It's time to wake you up so I begin to suture Stitch you up, and then I mend your wounds But red
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes) You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes) [Verse 1: Bun B] Wake up
Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount Wake you up and then I ask you How do you intend this -- Competition to get an asssss kickin
Romo Kick 'em right out and the day starts over Where I don't stop drinkin' and I can't stand sober In the morning when I wake up I get up just to ill
rips the track up Rippin rappers, 8 sack, rippin that ass up Niggas back up when I attack with my axe up Swingin faster than Tiger Woods at The Masters
me where, have I seen you somewhere before) (Was it in a dream?) Palms up nigga, palms up nigga Head down nigga, head down nigga (When an angel closed
Wake up Maggie, I think I've got something to say to you It's late September and I really should be back at school I know I keep you amused, but I fell
[Intro] Heads Up! Heads Up! Here's another one.. and a.. and a.. another one. [Chorus] (Yeah Yeah Woop-Woop) Why you all in my ear? Talkin' a whole bunch
t catch that, turn it up We gonna.. Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Louder, louder Louder
about to have no feelings shit is deep, do they dance with the devil when they sleep i wake up gripping the air, wishing the hit shit that they kick
be a lot of punchin' in this motherfucker Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack Biggie, Biggie I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets