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Me and the Biz

Masta Ace

Take a Look Around

1990

dance like if I was Albert Alien 
People just love it when the Biz starts to play 
With my (beatboxing), and by the way 
Skeezing with a girl is

body
You niggas little kids
Little Fizz
Lil rapper
Lil bitch
Questioning my penmanship
Y'all niggas is ignorant
Y'all niggas is mental bitch
Y'all niggas

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

like a minute
Song for the Ville by J. Cole hit me different
The descriptions of an 8-mile kid's album infinite
Gives me the inspiration that I might

doubt you do, I'm down to drop
My album soon that's bound to
Flop then down a few
And Mounty Bop around the room without a top
I'm out of tune and out

down
Listen now
Bop and bounce
Pass around 
If you listen
You can hear 
Silence talking loud
See myself in words
Never written down
From alright

(flash)
We don't sell drugs (nah)
We get paid off the pension
Niggas lack presents like broke kids on Christmas (they broke)
The wish list was filled
But

hair, gold skin, buy it by the bar

Hustlin
All Together Now, Tell These Haters Fuck Em'
(Fuck Em')
Somebody Tell Me When My Album Coming Out
They Said I've Been Snorting Coke
And Puttin

eroded
Hocus pocus, try to focus
Smote by sacred scripture like a plague of locusts
I don't own this, I just wrote this
It got into my vocal chords and was

have so much confidence 
They don't raise their hands they're raising their fist 
It's a shame you don't know my name though
The gold I got fills pots by

Yea
God Shit
Yo kid, you're gonna be large
I had a dream in Brooklyn, it was written in the stars
They chopped up beat bop and said it was ours

DJ Enuff Freestyle

The Diplomats

Diplomatic Immunity

2003

spin around, I'm the new kid in town

Yeah it's coming soldier, 
April the month it's over
Yeah your run is over
The album is done I told you
What

the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals

p
Lord by my side you'll see
I'll Cleveland Brown this beat but I'm still a family guy like Pete
Lean and bop when I step on street
Nike boy just

kids sent him back to his school
Bruck down pussy
We make bread over here likkle pussy
Cant step over here likkle rookie
Last time I seen you mans you

the accolades
I sit in my room
And then put the beat together
And then bop to the tune

And I don't reply to texts
Got no time for a bitch
Keep your energy

want gold it make me look badder
Hoping on me to
Feed the
Bih
Talkin bout me yuh need me bih
Don't like me smillin
Stay cheesing  kid and I heard
She

killing the game, and lately I've felt inadequate
So I took hip hop by the throat so I can have my own stab at it
I wish before sleep I could think about

been ridin on my wave, now you seasick
Kick that, my mind is pitch black
Consumed by who's who and fashion switch backs
Y'all cap, man that shit straight

album finna drop
Know these hoes shit flop
Diddy bop on a weak hoe
And I get it by the week hoe
Catch me in the streets hoe
Slide down yo block, best

gohan
by himself
without dad
tryna fight cell
is it bm or ysl
is it bm or rockafella
i can spin him of the beat wid my accapella
sip a cold copella wid

stretch kid
The best yet get G-Checked
Best believe, oh yes that I don't pett

It's my world, It's my world
Dope deals, gold, diamonds and pearls
It's my

how that shit feel
I was betrayed by the ones that I loved the most
You don't know how my heart feel
Scarred by the love
Broken by trust
Sometimes I