around there's gotta be somethin' better than this You wanna feel like you're livin' Chorus Wake up wake up son it's just a voice in your head Get up get up
around There's gotta be somethin' better than this You wanna feel like you're livin' Wake, up wake up, son, it's just a voice in your head Get up, get up
'm to embarrased to remove my shirt What made a millionaire out of Mr. Frito-Lay Made a fat mother fucker outta me What made a millionaire out of Mr.
so cocaine white I get popped from fiends Three Fosgate 12's never pull up quiet like Mr. Bean Know what I mean, Tic's on the team, post it up like Kareem
[Originally by Mr. Big] Hold on little girl Show me what he's done to you Stand up little girl A broken heart can't be that bad When it's through, it
(feat. Mr. Ill, Rappin' Ron, Gangsta P, Jock) It's the Bayside (Massacre) The Bayside (Massacre) On and on and on [x2] [Mr. Ill] I was missing from
had love for us Mexicans Loves to see young playas stacking Benjamins [Nump:] (Nump Trump) I wake up and blaze one for Pac every morning Its Mr. I Got
why I smack up niggas Shit it's either that or Macs gonna clap up niggas What ya'll want me to do hunh soften up so my raps can start to soften up Shit
and promoters are scared of rap But we can all come together clever and say bullcrap Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over I gotta wake niggas up like
[Bliss:] Wake the fuck up [Verse 1: Bliss] Don't you dare pack a bong yet, captain on deck, Bliss the Vegabond vet, pack a strong bet, Mr Crack a long
look up into the sky, into the big, immense sky?and think to yourself that?s a big sky! Like an inkwell? In a city that?s been waiting to blow since big
Look up into the sky, into the big, immense sky And think to yourself, "Thats a big sky, like an inkwell." In a city that's been waiting the blow Since big
get gunned up Mr. Night Life, I can give you niggaz sun up I just get an order, let my niggaz pick the gun up That's when I bone ya, nigga wake yo' punk
at And if we in the club you better cuff yo girl super tight Cause it just might be your girl who end up in my room tonight Big pimpin, no simpin, you
Catch me if you can Hey, hey, Mr. Policeman I got a '75 Firebird Trans Am With a 455 up under the hood My and my brother got it running good Wake up
at night Now I wake up wit' to my paper so I start my day off right They call me Cocaine Gotti, and it's money over bitches Mr. Everything White, he be
rude ass, carries 3 weapons And I'll give your face a c-section and keep stepping Who else in a hurry to mirk We kill girls, rape em', bury their skirts imagine me wake up
