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Eh yo Hov, tell em, hip hop betta wake up [Jay-Z] Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up [Verse 1 Missy Elliott] Motherfuckers betta wake up, stop sellin crack to the black Hope you bought a spare for your flat Cant accept me talkin real facts Down the hill like Janet Jack, i speak what yah weak mind lacks Yah heard that Im creative to the fullest what you talkin bout Willace cause your talkin Never kill it I hear but dont fill it, down we realest Yah just weet me in the in the village Yeah im a down diva done niva Ya'll not see her he don 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 breat 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 sell yah lil 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 dragon make-up Got issues to take up before we break up Like Electra let go miss Selida Baker I love Jocob, the jury 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, now check it how i make my paper Hip hop dont sto |
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