Missy Elliott - Wake Up lyrics

[Missy Elliott] Eh yo Hov, tell em, hip hop betta wake up [Jay-Z] Yeah, turn the muhf**in music up Yeah, turn the muhf**in music up [Verse 1 Missy Elliott] Motherf**ers betta wake up, stop sellin crack to the blacks Hope you bought a spare for your flat Can't accept me talkin real facts Down the hill like jill and jack, i speak what yah weak mind lacks Yah heard that I'm creative to the fullest what you talkin bout Willis cause your talkin Never k** it I hear but don't feel it thou ain't realest Yah just sweet meat in the in the village Yeah im a down diva done niva Ya'll not xena heat'll sqeeze into a wife beater Yep im a top leader I got the Martin Luther King fever, ima feed yah what yah teacher need to preach yah Its time to get seious Black people all areas who gon' carry us it aint time to bury us Cause music be our first love, say i do lets cherish it [Chorus] If you dont gotta gun (its alright) If yah makin legal money, (its alright) If you gotta keep yah clothes on, (its alright) You aint gotta cellular phone, (its alright) And yah wheels dont spin, (its alright) And you gotta wear them jeans again, (its alright) Yeah if you tried oh well, (its alright) MC's stop the beef lets sell, (its alright) [Verse 2 Missy Elliott] Hip hop betta wake up, the bed to make up Some of ya'll be faker than a drag in make-up Got issues to take up before we break up Like Electra let go miss Anita Baker I love Jacobs, but j**elry wont fix my place up Gotta stay up, studio nice to cake up Now check my flava, rich folks is now my neighbors I got cable, and checkout hot imade my paper Hip hop don't stop be my lifesaver Like Kobe and Shaq if they left Lakers And like a elevator dj on a cross fader Black people wake up or see yah a** lata [Chorus] [Verse 3 Jay-Z (Missy Elliott)] I need rims that dont listen and a boomin system First piece of change i see im gon' get one 7 45 no license to drive I aint even gotta home i gots to live in my ride, f** it (Rewind) I can hear myself but i cant feel myself I wanna feel myself like Tweet 7 45 no license to drive I aint even gotta home i gots to live in my ride, f** it Couple of karats in my ear wont hurt Need a nice chain layin on this thousand $ shirt Evisujeans cover the rectum i kick game just like david beckham Anybody in my way i wet them Ima be this way until the cops come catch em To detective sketch em on the sidewalk wit chalk New Yorks infections Till i got taught a lesson Couple n***az gone couple in correction hillary got ten todd got fifteen n***a even my kin Got 5 years bringin 19 in, i just think i used to think like them Now they gotta live through the pictures that i send em in the pen Hope you dont start yah life where i end WAKE UP [x15] [Chorus]