like paper mache hit alarm They all look the same Jagged teeth, auf weidershen And the tongue is profane Then it's gone Wake Up Waking up is Good In
It's a hell up in Harlem, fuck it, another day Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather
Hello Good morning (Let's go, let's rock) Hello (Yeah, come on) Good morning Hello Good morning Know you been waitin' For it 'Cause I seen You watchin
dreaming wake up and turn the lights off [Chorus] [Diddy] Hello, Good morning lets go, lets work, Hello, Good morning lets go, lets work, Hello, Turn me up
I say wake the dead, wake the dead, wake em'! WAKE THE DEAD! WAKE THE DEAD! WAKE EM'! I say wake the dead, wake the dead, wake em'! WAKE THE DEAD! WAKE
is Twiztid Rock the Dead Phat or Wack? Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the
say wake the dead, wake the dead, wake 'em! Wake the dead, wake the dead wake 'em! I say wake the dead, wake the dead, wake 'em! Wake the dead, wake the
Montega Jada, our style superior to haters You can catch me in the latest Marvin Gaters Ralph Lauren suit tape it up fly 'cause I'm papered up Why these
I played to keep them happy I knew of castles never just like my pappy Half this death is commin at me Hangin up my suits slowly diein Cause all the wrong
tuck my chain in? Huh? Do I be in the hood with bodyguards? I thought not Now look what y?all made me do I was just good wit' my shiny suit I wasn?t
life is mine The life is mine The life is mine The life is mine The life is mine Ill Will You need to give it up, we don't give a fuck What y'all niggaz
show Ol' burd puttin' a buzz in you ear It's gonna snow or maybe perhaps sleet Rap up the beat outside barely made it to your wake Lookin' like Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit
lickin' good job? Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good job? Is finger lickin', is finger lickin' good job? Is finger lickin', is finger lickin' good
down? You gotta get up And I'm your wake-up man The Gargamill is in your ear Rappin' in your ear On WBALL (Balls) It's not on your radios Your radio is
go to trial, nobody is gonna care a lick what your defense is unless they care about you. So first thing we gotta do is work up some sympathy from the
Encore Pms, Breakfast And The Wake Up Now Drake's Committed We Waiting On The Breakup So We Can Get Back To Them Cognac Nights With Dress Codes And Light
If man is the father, the son is the center of the earth In the middle of the universe Then why is this verse comin' six times rehearsed Don't freestyle