WakeUp lyrics

[Intro: ILL BiZ]
Stupid motherf*cker, wake your ass up
Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up (what)
But I still see your face, yo homie fessed up
Throw that pistol away, and we could knock up

[Chorus: ILL BiZ]
Stupid motherf*cker, wake your ass up (wake your ass)
Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up (what)
But I still see your face, yo homie fessed up
Throw that pistol away, and we could knock up (yeah)

[Verse 1: iLL BiZ]
Bizzy don't take no sh*t, [?] you when I'm on the mic, sh*t
Tell em, get hyped, even when I'm thinking when I'm goddamn right
Oh sh*t, that's iLL BiZ and he go got yo tight
Heard you was rapping at the mouth about me
Making a scene, straight drama queen
That's right boy, you can't say sh*t to me (huh, yeah)
Scared of me? I weigh about a buck 53 (huh)
8 checks [?], created me, a vision [?], want me to be
One sick muthaf*cka with an attitude
Too true, let em make a fool outta you
Ask be, how I know that I'm startin' to shine
Cause it's pussies like you, tryna take what's mine
WakeUp. b*tch, and get on your grind
Seems like you would rather waste your time, oh my
Oh my, tryna get a ride, can't afford a whip
But you gotta upload, and then you lit
Come out to my show, and I bet you hit
And I know I seem like I'm talking sh*t
But I back it up with no backup
I don't need a strap, I'm a big back [?]
If a motherf*cka talking sh*t, call him out
Don't ask no questions, hit him in the mouth!
[Chorus: ILL BiZ]
Stupid motherf*cker, wake your ass up
Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up (what)
But I still see your face, yo homie fessed up
Throw that pistol away, and we could knock up
Stupid motherf*cker, wake your ass up (wake your ass)
Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up (what)
But I still see your face, yo homie fessed up
Throw that pistol away, and we could knock up

[Verse 2: C-MUNE]
Wake you up, here, rise and shine
Cause I'm about to take you out, no wine and dine
And I'm in your girls box like a prize inside
And I'm gonna die for my fam, like a lion pride
Everything I'm shooting are [?] ones
I'll leave your head with no face like AND-1
I'mma hit your forehead like a snare drum
I'mma cut your liver up like airbuds
Ayy, you in the baby blue, b*tch
Yeah, in a baby blue whip
Come around my way, kickin' cash everyday, I'm the [?] b*tch
You knock my style, but you can't afford my style, got like 82 cents
Always tryna be sick [?] like my favourite trues did
Why does everybody rap hard?
Why does everybody act hard?
Why you saying you trap, but matter of fact
You at home watching NASCAR
Motherf*cker, you a dead man
Your girl looser than sweatpants
I'mma get head like a headband
Hit you with the iron like dress pants (ahh)
[Chorus: ILL BiZ]
Stupid motherf*cker, wake your ass up
Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up (what)
But I still see your face, yo homie fessed up
Throw that pistol away, and we could knock up
Stupid motherf*cker, wake your ass up (wake your ass)
Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up (what)
But I still see your face, yo homie fessed up
Throw that pistol away, and we could knock up