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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

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

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

that lace on
I beat the box like Biz Markie
She told me slow down baby, 'cause I swear you 'bout to break something
Your whole body is a work of art
Kill

Get on your Markie
Ya really need to mind ya Biz
Let me borrow some fans since you actin cool
Snatch ya jewels won't give em back to you
At the booth I

move the whip like SRT
Don't ask me if she mine, she's just a friend like Biz Markie
I fucked around and hit her once, I told that bitch to go
She tryna

Let us blow up spots, CD stores, and move merch
Soon a surge would see the Juice Crew burst
On the art scene, the gang was Biz Markie and Kane
G Rap

like SRT
Don't ask me if she mine, she's just a friend like Biz Markie
I fucked around and hit her once I told that bitch to go
She tryna spend

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

I got it on me but I snuck it in
(But damn that's the way we live)
I feel like Biz Markie to them hoes I gotta tell em that they just a friend
Looking

playa playa playa I should put a book out
(Ooowww) Cause they all caught the vapors
I feel like Biz Markie on the yacht with some haters
(Well what you

school too i got all your YMCMB albums Biz Markie Kool-Moe-Dee Kool-G-Rap Force MD's
She says she's not old school like that
She's old school like she

can’t be no Andre Drummond
Yea I know I’m just a friend but why would you cry to me
Yea you say I’m just a friend But I ain’t no biz no markie
And you

tongue kissin her
She be suckin dick
Niggas markie I can't have these
Niggas in my biz
In Kentucky still fuck around n do the Shiz

friends nigga
I ain't biz Markie
Was raised up with some goodfellas
Call em jimmy and Pauly
You know put the game in the body bag
And then they send it up

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

sounds) a one, two

Rest in peace to Biz Markie, honor those that spark me
I spit verses like girls get purses
Some rappers get by and some get purchased
My

don't think I got it on me but the Yop close
But damn that's the way we live
I feel like Biz Markie to them hoes I gotta tell them that they just a friend

Let me get deal on the spot, mark it. 
Comin up on the block, nark it. 
Gotcha car in my spot, park it. 
Beatbox like Biz, Markie. 
Bout to go high

Bitch I'm Biz Markie
Friendly as ever and high as can be
The money gone jump in my dreams like it's sheep
mhmm mhm
Can't fuck with the talk cuz I swear

your soul could be broken still
Even a rich spirit money can't buy (uh)
I pray that heavens watch me (ayy)
Rest in peace Biz Markie, you got peace

yeah, I am (uh)
Catch them vibes like vapes, Biz Markie and them (what?)
Chi-Ali and them (what?), Kool G Rap, Rakim (huh?)
We boogie for that juice,

industry you can't have anarchy
Cause everyone wants their name on the Biz Markie
Yo, some are long gone, where the gunshots cease
Eazy-E, 2Pac & Biggie

Then the systems would stop and quit
But the system's a fallacy
Reality's duality, My theory of opposites
Biz Markie clowned around
Was really in charge