Lyrics:
car settlements!
[Chorus: Biz Markie (Erick Sermon)]
I say yes yes y'all {"One-two one-two"} to the beat y'all
Party havin people guaranteed to be like
stunt
Till they teef All your stuff an you get that slug
Don't care how tuff
Everyman end up inda mud
So if you ain't fake show love
Paradise
Is over
know who I'm is
I ain't never had shit
And you can tell by my crib
Firestick fuck cable
Bitch who paying the rent
Yeah
You ain't paying me shit
When
cause they know them Stakes got High
And them Stakes got High cause yo that's how it is man
I'll take the Markie up outta the Biz
Just to hang up place
I'm contracted
A killer on a powder high, Game 7, Lebron clapping, I'll have your
Spinal column out of your body right by you
And your bodyguard
the hell is Shaq Attack you'd better read the paper
treat me like Biz Markie you'd better catch a vapor
I've got mad props so why would you exploit
Get on the microphone and just rip the track
Who the hell is Shaq Attack you'd better read the paper
Treat me like Biz Markie you'd better catch
premature as Biz Markie
Can't expect you to like me more than you love rap beefin'
You respect white people more than you love black people
Shit, I let you
[biz markie]
But bust this though everybody
Yo, we havin a party, a lord's party
A party for the lords, the lords with the party thing
All
sin disappear like he's Whodini
In this biz I put his name on the Markie
That's why I'm calling out these names when I emcee
(DIRTY SOUTH)
Check it now
on the digital like cigar data I'm original making paper tell em haters see you later and catch the vapors. Like Biz Markie when I spot the Marley give thanks
I got it on me but I snuck it in
(But damn that's the way we live)
I feel like Biz Markie to them hoes I gotta tell em that they just a friend
Looking
don't think I got it on me but the Yop close
But damn that's the way we live
I feel like Biz Markie to them hoes I gotta tell them that they just a friend
time I blow smoke and
{Biz Markie}
(Can you feel it)
Blowin' smoke, bee
{L.L. Cool J}
(Woof, now you're cut loose)
Rip off the hand, open up
industry you can't have anarchy
Cause everyone wants their name on the Biz Markie
Yo, some are long gone, where the gunshots cease
Eazy-E, 2Pac & Biggie
Ultramagnetic MC's
Gang Starr doing a show for free and you can smoke sensi
Lord Finesse teaching rhyme telepathy
Biz Markie did a couple for the P is still
what I need and you just a friend baby no Biz Markie
You don't really wanna start with me
Mess around and break your heart with me
I been tryna find
reach
Alienated me now she scream my alias
This that energy for bitches that had us Biz Markie'd
You just got caught in my blast radius
Aleve us,
tellin you straight on up
Everywhere that I go, the boy.." --> Biz Markie
".. tear shit up!"
[Kurious]
Divine dropper of the shit that booms, I consume
And people would crowd us
On staircases with rah and sha the ganja would spark me
I was fiending to battle dougie fresh, buff and biz markie
Was always
his murder case
I used to jam Run D.M.C
Monie Love, MC Lyte, and Biz Markie
When LL was bad with that gold rope phone
Back when niggas used beepers,
down with the dogs you gon' get up with the fleas, huh
Got more lines than a prison wall's tally markings
She said "he just a friend," like Biz Markie
So
on the track
Bumpin' Two Dope Boyz In a Cadillac
What's the DJ gonna be spinnin' at the party?
Eric B & Rakim and Biz Markie
Old school
Yeah that joint right
that lace on
I beat the box like Biz Markie
She told me slow down baby, 'cause I swear you 'bout to break something
Your whole body is a work of art
Kill
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