Lyrics:
Hey to everybody and people that say partyin'
It's time to hear a funky rhyme from me the Biz Markie again
As I just display 'em, the way I like
wit y'all
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up what
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
[Featuring Master P Mystikal Psycho Drama Silkk The Shocker]
Verse 1 (Silkk)
AHHHHHH! I kicks it off nigga what rhyme wit no fuckin
broad daylight
If I shoot you, I'm brainless
If you shoot me, you're famous
Jay wrote the Bible and I
Studied all the pages
Never judge a book by
[Featuring Master P Mystikal Psycho Drama Silkk The Shocker]
Verse 1 (Silkk)
AHHHHHH! I kicks it off nigga what rhyme wit no fuckin
reppin all of Texas
Don't be talking down cuz you know I'm acting reckless
Haters crossing me get bodied, Wear em like a necklace
Fuck fame. I want
an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known
the beatbox and the R-A-P
That's why I'm the Inhuman Orchestra, Biz Markie
I'm here just doin my J-O-B
So I can reach the T-O-P
As soon as I get
this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.)
I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein (c'mon)
Will reach the fuckin ceiling,
an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known
Greetings, earthlings, take me to your leader (ooh shit!)
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked up when you let
put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came
to criticize how I'm doin' biz
Where my haters at? Where my haters at
JB a star, face the facts, you ain't changin' that
Hit em' one by one, get em' one by one
put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came
to walk like I'm stupid
I'm factually proven I'd stomp 'em, but I ain't tryna beef
But if they want the smoke I'll give 'em sixteen more from Bonny B
Yeah
these cyphers?
I treat 'em like they a war, don't want no mediators
Nah, this that grow up in the P's behavior, next door to the greezy neighbors
is good enough for the music biz
Still I rise, still I fight, still I might crack a smile
Keep my eyes on the prize, see my haters, tell 'em, "Hi"
is good enough for the music biz
Still I rise, still I fight, still I might crack a smile
Keep my eyes on the prize, see my haters, tell 'em, "Hi"
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch
though we smokin dust moves
[El-P]
Please I got the schematics of the building on brain
Bought 'em off disgruntled janitors lookin to make a change
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch
and T.I.P you done wrecked 'em this time foo! (time foo)
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P
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