Lyrics:
I'm living a dream give me nine nine with hundred zeros
I want the money longer, vertical or horizontal
The music is crossing boarder we dey come
We do
The Shit
We do
Cause if you not with the crew
Converting you is our mission
If you're a born Technician
Put your ammunition
And your hands
spouse
Should be harder to find
Than diggin' in your couch
Looking for your car keys
Give it back with a sensitive
Mouth and some hard knees
From gettin'
the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
Do not fuck with the kid
I get biz wit the cigg
I come where you live
Ya dead!
[Chorus]
You can call this my
James
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)
Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts
Bustin ass daily as I compose like
by email
But that's all I'ma save you the detail
Therapy with a beat and a freestyle
Either way, live today, I'ma be well
'Cause I never wanna let
to live
I ain't tall but I can show why'all what a problem is
I like to zone, I'm nice with chrome
I keep a vast stash of Magnums cause I like to bone
I
that bread
Not a contriet dude, or of with ya head
Yo, 1st Infantry and fed
We gonna give you that gangsta music that hurts your ears
But the fear
and tears
And losin' some of your peers
And losin' some of yourself to the years past, gone by
Hopefully it don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac
Thought we was gonna live to see it all
Till that day that he died on
A head-on collision with a motorcycle
It's true, cool niggas die too
Yeah nigga, It's
by email
But that's all I'ma save you the detail
Therapy with a beat and a freestyle
Either way, live today, I'ma be well
'Cause I never wanna let
Eres malo, monte eres para tu (get up, get up, get up, get up)
Get up and do the biz, our style is the wild
Hit you with a spell whether Jew
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
Eres malo, monte eres para tu (get up, get up, get up, get up)
Get up and do the biz, our style is the wild
Hit you with a spell whether Jew
thats the dip because tha benz is on my hip
They love me cuz I tell them what they really wanna hear
Slap by on that booty with a hundred dolla bill
matter more the matador or the red fabric?
The mind at war with dollar reward and bless passion
Dilute by the lust of the loot
Your confused when them
Carry out the death sentence with deadly vengeance
What I'm seekin is your head on a skillet
Soakin in burgundy liquid
Self inflected wounds fill pounds
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,
the residual self image reflection
Of this version
Of the goat bitch
Direct link to a king
But they miss marked me
Off sync beatbox that biz markie
Asgard big
Jay sessions
Rest in peace to buff love and prince markie dee
We uplifting your legacy with Rockski
Run DMC
I still remember watching uncle L verses
that bread
Not a contriet dude, or of with ya head
Yo, 1st Infantry and fed
We gonna give you that gangsta music that hurts your ears
But the fear
signing up for nothing if I do it’s in pencil.
I will erase you please keep my name out ya mouth.
I left the North many years ago I live in the South.
I
and break
Undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escape
The Corleone, fettuccine Capone
Roam in your own zone, or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We
just the past, you know it never lasts
And you know how time flies by so fast
Look at rap music, they said it was a fad
But now it's takin over,
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