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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
wit a team
Rip to Ason he the king of his style
Biz Markie lay your down see we not fucking around
Don't try to come for this crown
See I'm the king
comes to conclusions women get to jumping like fleas
Tell em what you're looking for then they turn into Biz Markie
How you expect me to beat the box when
yourself
(Verse 1)
I'll slash ya grill, don't start me
You'll be the only entertainer with less groupies than Biz Markie
I'm never dull, Chino
[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
me here
So what I look like telling a nigga that I shouldn't be here
Power to the people so the people shouldn't live in fear
And I'll be that raising
shit on my neck cost ya Whole check
Threw a nigga neck, fuck it What's the catch
Gave the bitch back, her bread Is what I kept
Young Freshie and I'm
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
yourself
I'll slash ya grill, don't start me
You'll be the only entertainer with less groupies than Biz Markie
I'm never dull, Chino the pretty thug,
dick in the bitches dental
Not coincidental, it's pimpin' my nigga
Look what I get her to do
Her and her pretty friend Jennifer too
69ning so it's dinner
between a floor mat and a door mat
I'll leave you sleep by that thing where the floor at
I'm stacking so much paper
You would think I got beef with
on a bitch.
Turn all my rags to rich.
Im so famous.
These niggas are lamous.
They don't even know if they're gonna get paid yet.
Spiting so much fire it's
me their demo
"Sign Me" my mind be on some other shit
If I'm slidin in the club nigga I'm tryin to bust a beeatch!
So in other words, all that rap
was Johnny
Always high off his ass so I asked
Hey bud, do you wanna spark me?
The feds was all up in my biz thought I was Markie
Funny enough I'm still
you are
You're not gonna ‘Lil Wayne’
Up this mothafucka!"
All I was thinking was
Since there's nothing else
To explain here, I'm done with this dude
So
just want to be friends, Biz Markie
What did she see, when she say she saw the king in me
I'm too damaged to be anybody side kick
And she to perfect
Or say that
I'm sorry
For any kind of talk that was hurtful
I feel like Biz Markie
Cause you got what I need
Something you hate to see
But now I'm on my
Check it out
I break a nigga down ugly like Coke, up on the scale
Next step throw a stack up on the third rail
The undisputed, I'm never ever
So he untouchable, oh he can be touched
Well, where he stay at then, he stay by such and such
Well, since we got altercations with these so called
me here
So what I look like telling a nigga that I shouldn't be here
Power to the people so the people shouldn't live in fear
And I'll be that raising
to have a seizure still edgin' up my gold teeth
Headin' down you to go with Rich and get some protein
I'm giving bones so you're chokin'
I get biz every
to relax
So I can relax, yeah
I'm a fiend
I just want the money
Yeah
I just need codiene
She just wanna suck it
On her toes on her knees
Bend it over from
safety on like Ed Reed
Biz Markie, my pharmacy, would have whatever you need
Gave that life up, now on a good path and I'm doing good deeds
Seen my homies
niggas it's they time of the month, time of the month
Niggas want beef but I eat that shit, eat eat everything well done
I'm so far in the clouds I can
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