[Missy Elliott]



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