Lyrics:
Ah, wenta-five wunna bid me biddle, want to five want to five want to five, wudja
Biddle on a twenty-five.
Gotta twenty-five dollar bidja-biddle
I was down
For the count
And I made it
Elevated
When your time
Come around
You'll be shining
Stay grinding
Imma grind till I get to my goal
Hard work
Lordy, Lordy
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy
Play with your bad self
Come on, baby
Come here
Gotta get it
Got to get myself together
So many things I got
taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now, hit me
Yaaah!
Just hit me
Just start to chase your dreams
to raggin'
All the competition that's on the bandwagon
I take the groove around around around around around
Around, so get down
Yo, get out your seat
don't gotta pay a cent
Say the word and it's on
And then we gon' get lit
Until early in the morn'
You so bad that I put it in a song
Said baby you the one
to your heart) (just step) to a groove
And get in line (just step) (just step and get in line) ah-ha
AD LIB TO FADE
groove
You fucking tool, I'm up now dude
My mask on like a nice vest
Your shit off like a man with no conscience
High shit, I smoke gas my eyes rest
Don't
weed, Till my fucking throat hurts
Aye
You Gotta love it, Gotta love it
Only 21
And I see them problems Coming
But I'm in a groove
And I see showing
heavy with the funk
Hating full of pride really this is what you want
Left coast east coast raw sound in your trunk
Step by step we move real smooth
heart is worth about ten cents
I've been adding it up
To see where it went
The love we shared and the time we spent
Now I gotta get straight
I gotta get
Diving to
Depths
For greatness
Keep your mind
In the gutter
Buttered up by
Self deprecation
Defamation
No delegating
This is your decimation
Estimation
You
stop
(Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me)
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon'
5% tints keep them people out yo plays
Stay up out they face youngin stay up out the way
Step now groove out
Shit real gotta keep a clean face
Just
taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now, hit me
Yaaah!
Just hit me
Just start to chase your dreams
Out on the floor in my arms she's gotta be
Let's get it on (let's get it on)
Jam all night long
Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ
Play it play it for me
Close your
and you twist to the left
For every needle and a groove that let's a human connect
For the record, it's the music that you gotta respect
For every
Looking like the Hulk
In thathoodie tank
On that creatine
Your favorite rapper 5’5
I’m throwing 225
About to weigh 205
Hercules to a harmless fly
Faith
girl wanna ride me like range rover
[Verse 1: Matty Cent]
Hollup, touchdown
I gotta go get the green (turnt up)
Niggas be hating on niggas they ill, you
Uh, uh
You gotta walk like a (soldier)
Talk like a (stunna)
Move like a (player)
And get it like a (hustler)
You gotta walk like a (soldier)
a rap superstar
And live large
A big house
5 cars
The rent charged
Coming up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song
One-two one-two
This is a groove, why'knahmsayin? We just gon' get down
My name is um, Biz Mark
Got my man Cool V in the um, in the um thang
moving my guy
Eating up prizes, enemies behind
But I'm in a jam, on my last life
Gotta hunker down, or break another five
All the games are, beeping
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