Lyrics:
surprised that my trunk in the front
I know you a upset they don't shine in the sun
Cuban link look like a box of crayons
I'm still at the lot, tryna cop
muthafuckers!
Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up!
Now, I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to
Mothafuckers when they scrappin'
Blast and watch 'em back up
up
Tell em What you represent
I represent Jonesboro
Where they don't make it out
Look, I represent Jonesboro
Man I took 10 grands quick, quick
Look,
said I'm only warming up
This is for the pioneers from Primo to Pete yo this high science here
Avant garde East Coast make 'em bob they heads
Nigga, my
They wanna feel my gold and sport my Rolex
But P reply it's really nothin, and don't like to flex
And when I step up on the scene I always hear them
to have to grave
Dig a great big hole, kill them if and when you lay bitch
A.K.A Mr. Make-Them-Wanna-Rewrite
I guess I'm the one they wanna be like
(streets)
I been crossed out by my own brother (woo, woo)
Ain't no rules in the street don't trust 'em
Ran it up and I had to go buss it
Police 'bout
want smoke, I ain't Kevin Hart I don't joke
Hittas layin' by your door, face shot, four-four
They know I'm up (we never sleep), ain't no insomnia
working overtime , overtime.
We was dumb but had our head on.
Put the set on;
They help put me on.
Any sport like Deon.
Sanders come with the beach
And the police don't own us
They shoot us down like they hating on us
Make em feel our pain just make sure you keep the cameras rolling
Humble
Hated by many men
paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid
even like me, bitch, don't call my phone, uh (fuck you)
Tell Apple I said, "Fuck 'em," they promote his song (Say, 10, fuck you)
They be hatin' on Tim
They hate it when you make it but
They love it when you strugglin'
So a nigga be like fuck
'em all, fuck 'em all, Fuck 'em all
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
close to me
Try their best to drive me wild
Say they want to bear my child
I go away, they say, "come back"
Why? Because I got it like that
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
With my nigga ScHoolboy cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas hatin from afar
Can't catch em know
But they getting smacked when we do
Ra ta ta like we
these bitch spittas these flowers
Cuz it looks like they may not make it
You see what they do with just a taste of the power
Y'all don't hear me though
I
Biz Markie
Making music orderly is my specialty
When I go, ah one two, girls get excited
When they hear my lyrics they wanna recite 'em
I know y'all
bitch look at what I did
Now they talking down on me
Watch em switch around me
Something I had to get used to
Now I don't move like I used too
They
performance
Time to get 'em all hooked like when they play the chorus
They tryna catch a good look like they painting portraits
Lately, things ain't so normal,
like we printing out a font
And serving what you chose like inna restaurant
Every bite makes you want more like you feeding on croissant
Huh, if it
Creepin' on em, peeping on em, leave em in the zone
They don't even really know
Looking on em, keeping on em, taking every foe
For the love of the money B
tryna fuck I'm tryna make love to you
Girl you deserve better than a good enough
And they can't do just what I do like I do (They can't do it girl)
I
hearts corrupted by the evil and they're gonna drop
let everything go
follow where the wind blow
time to spread the wings, oh
oh-oh
don’t let’em fool ya
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