Lyrics:
Thought we was gonna live to see it all
Till that day that he died on
A head-on collision with a motorcycle
It's true, cool niggas die too
Yeah nigga, It's
you ain't got no dollaz
Your mouth writing cheques that your ass can't cash
You need to pump your brakes before you go ahead and crash
You wyling quit
is loud I keep it lit
I’m on fleek I know they hate that shit
All I’m asking is can I live
Mind yo biz get off my dick
Opinions loud In the comments
is loud I keep it lit
I’m on fleek I know they hate that shit
All I’m asking is can I live
Mind yo biz get off my dick
Opinions loud In the comments
the motherfuckin’ kid
Can’t nobody tell me how to motherfuckin’ live
Everybody love to get up in my fuckin’ biz
Everybody wanna tell me how to fuckin’ live
All they
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
nigga
So why you totin' all them drums like a band thats on some plots nigga
Yeah, I sound like Biz Markie, bitch, told me I beat the box, nigga
And you
I'm handling my biz
He's the one I split the office with
Sounds like February Music
Sounds like February music
Cuz I love ya
Cuz I love ya
cnd I need
keep a eye open when you sleep
Four make sure your spot workers do they're chores (trash)
Five always keep a glock by yo' side
Six real n****s stick
by that (your peoples too)
You know what I dare you to sit up there and say explain
You know what I'm talking about, man (yeah)
His fighting people
Who Got the Bar
WE DO (G shit)
I dont live in Miami I play with the heat yeah
You a pussy you pussy you are what you eat yeah
She keep taking
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
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,
hii time boy, na burn hizi bridge boy
Fam usiwai play urself over some champ change
Ku jaribu reach deep in my pockets with your short hands
Biz ilikua
your motherfucking lips
All you maggots, keep on talking shit
It’s hard to fucking hear you with your mouth around my dick!
(Uh)
Only God Can
jewels so they can live through my descendants
Youngin', I can see your draws, pull your pants up
Can't even call yourself a man until you man up
hooray, long live the Kane
I got the freedom of speech to use it anyway that I choose it
So all hail to the music
All exhibit, get with it, now here's
that bread
Not a contriet dude, or of with ya head
Yo, 1st Infantry and fed
We gonna give you that gangsta music that hurts your ears
But the fear
Button Up
Button Up
My nigga If your blood too thin
Better mind your biz
Buttoned up
You better button up
Sometimes I can think of nothing can't
fugazi, b-boss up, boss up with your time dog
You ain't got time for no hoes, I ain't even got time for time off
(I'm on) this to all of my enemies that
just don't believe that shit
Where were you when I was lonely And needed you to hold me
Back before I got good at this music biz
Yeah you didn't want me,
with my, bro, that's my nigga, Nick
Just got some help, so I say, thank you, Syd This ain't yo life, so you can mind your biz
live by the code she loving my tactics
Loving my tactics, she loving my tactics
I told her my biz now she wanna get active
I told her to chill cause
followers but your music outed you
And by that I mean I wasn't impressed
Time to fly away from you lames call it a private jet
But first let's check this
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