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only got 4 minutes to save the world
No hesitating, we only got 4 minutes, 4 minutes

Keep it up, Kidz Bop, hey
You gotta get in line, hop
Tick
the kidz like me
Don't don't don't get mad cause the kidz like me (x4)

(verse 1)

Everybody know I got the kidz yellling dont- get- mad cause the kids
Mallory Black-man
(Where's all the world's sanity at?)
Man, I used to be the kid that no on cared about
That's why you have to keep screaming till they
Pre>capo at 2 see am
Oooh la la la la la la la la bop bop bop (twice)

see am
I look at a news cast being broadcast and
See am
Try to connect with
He got a song to sing he got an axe to grind
He far and wide but still hard to find
He go wop bop a loo bop a wop bam boom

He sang Long Tall
He got a song to sing he got an axe to grind
He far and wide but still hard to find
He go wop bop a loo bop a wop bam boom

He sang Long Tall
on the line
A big shot to claim some rocks and shine
Signs of a soul gone solo
Robbed blind
A very small part of half the worlds crime
Runaway child blown by
kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask
Yeah everybody wear the mask but how long will it last

I used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders
part of half the worlds crime
Runaway child blown by an old land mine
Little ones workin' in diamond mines

So cats can say whats hers and whats mine
ah' my destiny
I can't let theze streetz get the best of me
With all ah' my KiD'z right next to me
You get respect from me
To keep grindin desperately
The White Castle, the Empire State
The home of that Time Magazine new face
Metropolis of the world, I'll show you where I come from
By how the cash stack,
me swanging in a drop
Flying pass bops
I remember, being kids on the block
Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot
I went from shooting
me swanging in a drop
Flying pass bops
I remember, being kids on the block
Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot
I went from shooting
boy!

On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways,
day, a new era
Holding onto the world
Like a brand new Beretta
Now I'm bustin shots
I'm talkin bout lyric for lyric
Makin the club bop
You better get it
and a girl so tell me why in the world you fear it
You say you want to split before that shit let's you slip
But you're lying to yourself, intoxicated by her
boy

On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
a plate

No doubt kid, I hit them niggas like a bid
The prosecutor, running up in your crib
Do your dirt, I do my dirt all by my lonely
It's only me,
tryin' to sneak peep the recipe 
Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet 
You pay about $5,000 a plate 

[Havoc] 
No doubt kid, I hit them
you're a lucky boy 

This recipe yeah you know me 

This 5-piece band called LBC 

Rest of the world passes by saying the world does not revolve around you
My style is reserved, address me as Sir Fly
Gone is the humble kid, I'm gunnin' for number one and shit
Brooklyn born and bred, reppin' my residence
ain't trying kid the world
I ain't got beef, when I do, I say get 'em girls
Not a diss dog (nope) we just heard the fronting (heard it)
Do Harlem
(Buh buh buh buh bip)
Along with Fresh

[Raps]
If you's a gangsta homey bop ya head, let 'em hang
I see ya shake it shawty, gon girl, do ya thang
realised I was the king of the rhyme
I got on the microphone and what do you see huh!
The rest was my legacy
I was born to be the king of the be bop swing
in a world of you and a girl,
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.

You must spread the words of the master teacher.
You die by