Lyrics:
the motherfucker"
And family members askin for my papers
But biz set them straight, by makin' "the vapors"
Girls cryin' pregnant, to get some of my green
I'm
faggots
That is why I keep the llamas in Gabanna's fabrics (I'm the shit)
Should be in Pampers, like Markie Biz's
Give anybody the business, like her's
to seven
I been trying to get here since ninety seven
I'm finally here so I'm counting blessing
Nigga try to test me
Shit could get ugly shit could get real
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
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
of jokers spoken
I'll smoke a Pope indulge in coke and float like I'm roller coasting
What's the biz is you thought we talking bout Markie
Nigga hardly I got
I hung her
You smoking lil bro and I'm smoking big uncle
Got so much green in the trap it's a jungle
Plug sending p's in a pack by the bundle
I'm
cause you will be misled
By other people, devils and demons
I'm Biz Markie, I'm not Alfred Simmons
I'm just tellin' you to do this, without no doubt
to the feds like
Make him do his time so his niggas gotta do less, right
Make him learn from Bobby so he can know what respect like
Lord, forgive me for my
bones and his neck
Sean Price, and Big Syke
My niggas died in thisy sleep since Big Pun
I been more health conscious of what I eat
Be cautious out in
a nigga in a mood
Had a nigga laying by my daddy house too
This Miami house rules keep rerouting out thru
What, How nigga
What the fuck now nigga
Down south
think I'm telling lies
Tryna give you the world and as much asap
Guess you don't wanna be saved so jus cut the cap
Ok don't let my image give you this
D.C.
I hate catfishin', I wanna fuck what I saw on IG
I told this bitch, "We're just friends," it's like Biz Markie (damn)
Woulda thought I had a nose
a beating so ancient that it's basically a tribal drum
I'm seeing stars and constellations
Seeing warning signals in the Universe's dashboard they're all
tank
I might just rob me a bank
I'm just counting all this bread up
I don't give a fuck what you say
And I know that this niggas they fed up
If they
the swell-a
Cos you can tell I gets biz like Markie
No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me
I'm kickin rhymes and gettin mines on the regular
you hold it straight
So I'm ridin' wit' it
I'm shootin' all day
Bitch I'm bloggin' wit' it
I hit that fag Cass' then that nigga
Chubby Jag and his
Its a different
Its a different type of energy
When you step in a room
Full of niggas who know what they doing
You know what i'm saying?
Just gotta
on the vet, I bhop em
Leave 'em talkin' through the box like Troutman
That's why a nigga act so hood
I roll up looking at you like "what"
I can't lie but I
the music just for you
So you can do the extra crazy Biz Mark dance too
Or even do the dance made up by yourself
As long as you're in good phy-sical health
getting into that
Didn’t know what the fuck you was thinking
Didn’t you know I’m really dat
Lost myself in the process so i broke her off like kik kak
Told
Niggas switched I reminisce bout what we could've been
I was taking L's I did this shit myself so I can get a win
I remember being hungry, fucked up, we
a friend i guess he Biz markie
Gasoline spilled over ignited me with a sparking
So 300 runnin shit like a spartan
Having visions of Dumbledore leaving me
talkin' like that nigga paid?"
Take off my carti's so you
Can look at my face
Listen closely to what I'm about to say
I don't give a fuck that he made
I
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