Lyrics:
the hell is Shaq Attack you'd better read the paper
treat me like Biz Markie you'd better catch a vapor
I've got mad props so why would you exploit
who love themself
Get sprung Get Strong and Focus right
Music is my ride or die
Never gonna live my side
Can't even do no wrong
When i write all my
Get on the microphone and just rip the track
Who the hell is Shaq Attack you'd better read the paper
Treat me like Biz Markie you'd better catch
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
like his
Hey nigga (hey nigga), what it is (what it is)
If you wanna live longer mind your biz
'cause a mind is a terrible thing to waste
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
And we heard you got your vacation on there
And so we wanted to invite you over to, like
Chill with us
With, like, fly girls and everything?
this?
They like I cannot tell
I got on white tees with the Ksubis
I'm looking like L
Just hit the bank and I'm like
What the tizzness is?
Gave em the biz
the label's talkin? shit
Will respect, it keeps it gangsta but does everything legit
And dependable, you can trust to handle your biz
And can really make you
You gon' need you a pass
That's the code that we live by
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make
spit how I live, yeah
This is the sound that I am, yeah
Y'know it is what it is, yeah
This is the sound that I am
(Music in my bones
Bizzy-Bone the biz
Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock
My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop
Since granddaddy old Desoto
a monster, mutt
I'ma turn into a monster
Monster, mutt
I'm a monster, mutt
With my dick in your mouth all day
(I'm not so sure I want to know from
How many lives does it take to live?
I'm in a cross-fire hurricane
I'm sick of it
Their frauds, their fakes
With a show-biz face
You got a rip-off
know that convo nigga
Get that weed and white, want you a combo nigga
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already
mutt
I'm a monster, mutt
I'm a monster, mutt
I'ma turn into a monster
Monster, mutt
I'm a monster, mutt
With my dick in your mouth all day
(I'm
try? Out here ain't no wifi
How will you be noticed on an island that's surrounded by the ocean
That's the show biz, in this music maintain your focus
live a love with a best it's blatant
Ma watch said there ain't time for haters
So if u look for trouble no I ain't into that
I'm just a cool dude out
Famous, leave with the nigga you came with (came with)
Dangerous, I don't fuck around with no lame shit
'Scuse me, we tryna get by with that Uzi
Finna
Fire up the kush she hit it now this?
Now imagine how she look with carties and thick thighs
Put her on the payroll 'cause flat out she get's down
See
Desert Storm firm Biz
Platinun what the deal is?
We can take it back to blocks
To all gods that used to slap box
They after your chain, Q trains
(Just for talking that shit)
Rich rap scholars
(Cause we talking that shit)
While we plan to live forever
(Always talking that shit)
You need to get your
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
a wizard, this ain't D.C.
I hate catfishin', I wanna fuck what I saw on IG
I told this bitch, "We're just friends," it's like Biz Markie (damn)
Woulda
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