Lyrics:
Look Up To The Heavens, Baby
Come Feel
The Cosmic Cry
Tonight
YEcH!
Like Blue Flames In The Sky
Two Stars Collide
In c Sea Of Wonder
In c World
stop
I'm Biz Markie with the funky sound
And right about now, here's the countdown
One.. two.. one, two, three
[Chorus]
Yo be take it from
around, bite my rhymes, I'll beat that ass with my shoe
C'mon, you know I'm crazy nice
Brothers can't deal with the shorty named Phife
You must be mad in
Uh, hit me
Don't explain (uh), you never change (uh)
Same old thang (ugh), same old game (uh)
Say ya want (uh) to be wit' me (uh)
But show me
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Niggas wonder why
You could bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two
out to
That nigga you love to have Ice Cube
The nasty ass group award goes out to 2 Live Crew
The High Roller of the industry award goes out to Ice
either him or me
And as I verbalise to my DJ's cut
If we kill a wack crew or two so what
We just rock it
We just rock it
DJ Jeff
Break 2
On each occasion
to be my lady
But I don't see her
She wants to be my lady
But I'm a free bird
I gotta be by myself, gotta be by myself this time
I gotta fly by
see my pain
And you'd see why I be this way
Ever since I was knee high playin' with G.I. Joes
Told these h- shut their P-I-E holes, now peep my game
slap a mule and take the life from a donkey
On the other hand, mommy was the type to work two jobs
Never enough money, that's why I got your whole crew
strictly for my niggas
Strictly for my niggas makin' G's (this is)
This is for the critics if you live up
Pick up my shit or I'll be back doin' stickups
to be my lady
But I don't see her
She wants to be my lady
But I'm a free bird
I gotta be by myself, gotta be by myself this time
I gotta fly by
shit, it'd be like drama (yeah)
And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac)
So do what I tell you and everything'll be alright
You're cute
of the Year grammy goes to
That nigga you love to have Ice Cube
The nasty ass group award goes out to 2 Live Crew
The High Roller of the industry award goes
you'll lose!
Here comes two big pioneers, rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
EPMD "that's right!"
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is
spray
Slap hands with my mans by the walls we play
Now, waist chains and cami-flauge complete sag
Live pools, my squad rules
From solar to lunar, cheap
as you laugh
Don't give up on me
If I ever leave town
Ain't it sad to see
Your life not work out?
What made you think I could live on your frown
"One two, testing one two
Alright party people in the place to be
The party has already started
An-an-an-and it's about to il-il-il-ill"
Let me
a message in blood "To be continued motherfucka"
[Wish]
Never praying at night
Cause the heavens don't want me
Sold my fuckin' soul so I can live through
sweetly growing, lose their petals one by one
Let my name be sorrow, let my name be sorrow
Once we had laughs as big as lives, we had lies as sweet as you
said, "You're a monster!"
Yeah, that's how I feel
To be down, you must appeal
To the crew, we're rated R
O.C., OG, Bobby Johnson son
Ask me,
killa hill
Resident, rest in peace to my nigga Two Cent
The street life is the only life I know
I live by the code style it's mad P.L.O
Iranian thoughts
stormy waters, waves abound
We know one day it will be found
Until then, counting rum by two
Reciting songs beside the crew
From cannonballs to sharpened
Hey, I can be the answer
I'm ready to dance when the vamp up
And when I hit that dip get your camera
You could see I been that bitch since
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