Wake Up Show Freestyle Lyrics

[Scratches]

[Intro:]
Uhh!
Uhh, yeah!
Representin' Brooklyn...
You know how we do!
Uhh!
I'm a flow it like this!

[Verse:]
Introducin' the black bastard from Bedrock;
Guaranteed to make your head rock.
Tote Glocks! - Drop cops that mistake me for Rodney,
Strictly headshots. - I knock the twist out your dreadlocks!
Who got the props? Biggie!
Who got the Glock? Biggie! But - who is he?
You can't get my description!
You need a prescription, two doses for the ferocious.
Feel the weight when I'm crushin'em! - Bumrushin'em!
Stuffin'em! - I put the pressure on 'em,
Hon'! - Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ!
He's just nice! - He just sliced!
Like a ginzu. - Uuh! the way I been flowing niggas be knowin'
Who's the motherfucka...

[Outro: (Radio DJ)]
Ahahahahahah! (aahhahhahaha, you're my man, man!)
Oooh, shit!
I won't do like that, man! (hahahahah!)
I won't do like that, man!
Tryna style-ful, youkno'msayin'? (okay, that shit's crackin', do your thing!)
Understand that!