| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Hip hop nation, this is Spiz-ike Lee
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| Been sleepin for too long, wake up.
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| Wake up — WAKE UUUUUUUUUUP!
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| WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!
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| I see the sunshine GAZING through the window pane (yeah)
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| Blazin like indo flame; |
| it’s to WAKE UP! |
| Come to yo' sense manye
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| Snow is all around you, but you don’t play in the winter games!
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| Cartridges surround you, but you ain’t playin Nintendo games!
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| Load 'em up and fill 'em up, to the top before you cock and aim
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| Tryna get from the bottom to the top like the stock exchange
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| Shower, shit and shave and hit the corner for a block exchange
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| Amazing what my people’ll do for some pocket change
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| But maybe this ain’t the life that you chose (chose)
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| This is the life where you stay strapped and pack a knife or end up with a
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| blooded nose
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| Street survivor or survivor of the streets! |
| (streets!)
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| And only the strong survive, there’s no survival for the weak! |
| (weak!)
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| Catch a sneak peak of death if you ain’t on ya Ps and Qs
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| They carry banana clips and niggas’ll peel you for ya shoes
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| It’s the blues, but not on Hill Street — you could call it «kill or be killed»
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| street
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| «Lost a pint of blood, let it SPILL» street
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| STOP AND WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!
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| WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!
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| They say my folks’ll do WHATEVER for the fortune and the fame
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| And it’ll take a FORTUNE to get rid of all the pain, but I’m sayin
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| Use your brain homie, do the right thang! |
| (Lemme talk to 'em)
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| Use your brain homie, do the right thang! |
| (Lemme talk to 'em)
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| You say the only family that you got is in a gang
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| And the only way to make it is by sellin cocaine, but I’m sayin
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| Use your brain homie, do the right thang! |
| (Lemme talk to 'em)
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| Use your brain homie, do the right thang! |
| (Lemme talk to 'em)
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| I’ve been in his ear since we were drinkin beers
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| Years we’ve spent together, used to break up get-togethers
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| With a fight every night gettin' cheddar, movin white
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| Our thang, so we had to «Do it Right» like Spike
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| Holdin 40s, gettin green on acres, these broads were our mules
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| That’s when we used to serve in front of Com’wealth School
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| Fuel for cars and jewels, chains and tools
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| It was organized crime but we remained confused
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| Mom in the pews, singin, «Lord, protect 'em»
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| You might not a-gree with our views, but you had to respect 'em
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| Diamonds in the rough, but were we reflectin
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| A system that’s aburpt, the streets under pressure
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| One morning in the mirror, I seen my reflection
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| A young man with good spirits but needed direction
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| I guess my man’s death was my resurrection
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| Cause now I hear him sayin from heaven, «Wake up!
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| Wake up! |
| Wake up! |
| Wake up! |
| Wake up!
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| Wake UP! |
| WAKE UP! |
| WAKE UP! |
| WAKE UP!»
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| + (Common)
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| They say my folks’ll do WHATEVER for the fortune and the fame
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| And it’ll take a FORTUNE to get rid of all the pain, but I’m sayin
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| (Use your brain homie, do the right thang!) Lemme talk to 'em
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| (Use your brain homie, do the right thang!) Lemme talk to 'em
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| You say the only family that you got is in a gang
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| And the only way to make it is by sellin cocaine, but I’m sayin
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| (Use your brain homie, do the right thang!) Lemme talk to 'em
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| (Use your brain homie, do the right thang!) Lemme talk to 'em
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| I woke up this morning and got a call
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| My partner said he had news about a girl named Baby Doll
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| She got four baby daddies; |
| four kids by four different men
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| And she just found out she’s pregnant, I said, «No, not again!»
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| Man, when she gonna learn she don’t wanna spend her life in court?
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| Lookin for back payments and fightin for that child supports
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| Chasin checks, chasin her ounce of respect, chasin paper
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| Chasin entertainers or rappers and ballplayers
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| Not carin about a condom, I say, «Help her Lord, PLEASE»
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| 'fore she stuck wit mo' babies or ends up fightin some di-SEASE
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| You know that you a momma, and, mommas, we can’t lose ya (no!)
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| Treat yourself better; |
| you carry seeds to the future (whoo!)
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| And the future looks dim if we don’t get ourselves together
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| We gotta sacrifice, some do WHATEVER for the cheddar
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| So make the right decisions 'til you ready to give birth
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| And know that you the most precious gift we have on this earth
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| Babies, stop and WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!
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| WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!
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| They say my folks’ll do WHATEVER for the fortune and the fame
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| And it’ll take a FORTUNE to get rid of all the pain, but I’m sayin
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| Use your brain baby, do the right thang! |
| (Lemme talk to 'em)
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| Use your brain baby, do the right thang! |
| (Lemme talk to 'em)
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| You say you want a family but it’s hard without a man
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| And the only way to make it is to get him fo' his change, but I’m sayin
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| Use your brain baby, do the right thang! |
| (Lemme talk to 'em)
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| Use your brain baby, do the right thang! |
| (Lemme talk to 'em)
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| Wake up, wake up.
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| It’s a new day! |
| C’mon brothers, wake up
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| C’mon sisters, wake up
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| ATL, wake up, wake up, baby
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| Chi-Town, wake up wake up
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| Brooklyn’s in the house!
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| Wake up, Brooklyn!
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| Ludacris! |
| Common Sense and ME, SPIKE LEE!
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| Always do the right thing.
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| I got it, I’m gone |