Timbaland - Wake Up lyrics

[Intro: Missy Elliott (& Jay-Z)] Eh yo Hov, tell em, hip hop betta wake up (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 black 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, you just sweet meat in the village Yeah I'm a Don Diva Don Niva Y'all not seen her, heater squeezed into a wife beater Yep I'm a top leader, I got the Martin Luther King fever I'ma feed ya, watch ya teacher, need to preach ya It's time to get serious, black people all areas Who gon carry us? It ain't time to bury us Cause music be our first love, say 'I Do' let's cherish it [Hook] If you dont gotta gun (its alright) If yah makin legal money, (its alright) If you gotta keep yah clothes on, (its alright) You ain't got a 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 better wake up, the bed to make ups Some of y'all be faker than a drag on make up Got issues to take up, before we break up Like Electra let go, Missy Anita Baker I love Jacob but j**elry won't fix my place up Gotta stay up, studio nights to cake up Now check my flavor, rich folks is now my neighbors I got cable, now check out how I made my paper Hip-Hop don't stop, be my Lifesaver Like Kobe and Shaq if they left Lakers I'm like an elevator DJ on the crossfader Black people wake up and see your a** later [Hook] [Verse 3: Jay-Z] I need rims that don't listen and a booming system First piece of change I see, I'm gon get one 745 no license to drive I ain't even got a home, I guess I'll live in my ride f** it!... ("rewind" - *echoes*) "I can hear myself, but I can't feel myself I'm wanna feel myself like Tweet 745 no license to drive I ain't even got a home, I guess I'll live in my ride f** it, couple karats in the ear won't hurt Need a nice chain, laying on this thousand dollar shirt Evisu Jeans cover the rectum, my kick game just like David Beckham Anybody in my way, I wet them I'mma be this way till the cops come catch 'em Till detectives sketch em On the sidewalk wit chalk, New York's infections Till I got taught a lesson Couple n***as gone, couple went Corrections, Emory Got 10 Ty got 15, n***a even my kin Got five years bringin nineteen in But just think I used to think like them Now they gotta live through the pictures that I send them in the pen Hope you don't start ya life where I end... WAKE UP! WAKE UP [x15] [Hook]