Lyrics:
premature as Biz Markie
Can't expect you to like me more than you love rap beefin'
You respect white people more than you love black people
Shit, I let you
is Biz Markie
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick ' em
tellin you straight on up
Everywhere that I go, the boy.." --> Biz Markie
".. tear shit up!"
[Kurious]
Divine dropper of the shit that booms, I consume
his murder case
I used to jam Run D.M.C
Monie Love, MC Lyte, and Biz Markie
When LL was bad with that gold rope phone
Back when niggas used beepers,
[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
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
'Cause in my line of work, my line of work
Real trust hard to come by
But right now, I need you to come shake something
Come through, don't forget to put
bottles of drank and we strapped like a car seat
Bitch I'm bout biz beat the pack like I'm Markie
Beat the pack like zaytoven
My trap always open
My pack
Ultramagnetic MC's
Gang Starr doing a show for free and you can smoke sensi
Lord Finesse teaching rhyme telepathy
Biz Markie did a couple for the P is still
pray to me
Imma really have to master my Inner G
Smoking my herb, getting lost in the starred skies
The depths of this shit, caught a G by surprise
We
deserve a degree
Gas open up my gates Rock Lee
Dumb bitch you ain’t smokin for free
Fat plug look like Biz Markie
Don Shirley nigga i got the keys
Roll
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
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
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
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
of the steel
Assemble!
More hip-hop greats, youknowhatI'msayin?
Big Daddy Kane, KRS-One, cool G. Rap, Super Lover Cee
Biz Markie, Heavy D, Lady Kazaam, Special
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
But soon holding that penthouse key
Aye
You say we friends mind ya biz markie
I got plans for me and the squad
More than a dream
Risking everything i
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
I got my high school diploma
Got what I need, Biz Markie, North Dakota
Can’t be in the office, but why would I even wanna
Never needed much, no truck,
Hip hoppin
Ya don't stop a'rocking
To the bang bang boogie
Boom up jumps the boogie beatbox on tiktok
Yeah uh like biz markie its M C
Smitty-G
I do
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
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