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Pack it up, pack it in |
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Let me begin |
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I came to win |
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Battle me that's a sin |
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I won't tear the sack up |
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Punk you'd better back up |
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Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up |
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Get up, stand up, come on! |
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Come on, throw your hands up |
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If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling |
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Mugs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk |
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Yo, I'll bust em in the eye |
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And then I'll take the punks home |
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Feel it, funk it |
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Amps in the trunk |
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And I got more rhymes than there's cops at a "Dunkin Donuts" shop |
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Sure enough I got props from the kids on the Hill |
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Plus my mom and my pops |
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[Chorus:] |
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I came to get down |
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So get out your seats and jump around |
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Jump around |
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Jump up, jump up and get down. |
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Jump |
| [18x] |
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I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe |
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If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the ho |
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Word to your moms I came to drop bombs |
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I got more rhymes than the Bible's got psalms |
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And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned |
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Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned |
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'Cause I got lyrics but you ain't got none |
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If you come to battle bring a shotgun |
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But if you do you're a fool, 'cause I duel to the death |
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Trying to step to me you'll take your last breath |
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I got the skill, come get your fill |
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'Cause when I shoot to give, I shoot to kill |
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[Chorus] |
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I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top |
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I never eat a pig 'cause a pig is a cop |
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Or better yet a terminator |
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Like Arnold Schwarzenegger |
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Trying to play me out like as if my name was Sega |
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But I ain't going out like no punk bitch |
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Get used to one style and you know I might switch |
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It up up and around, then buck buck get down |
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Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead |
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I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya |
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Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya |
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[Chorus] |
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Jump |
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Yo, this is dedicated |
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To Joe, da flava, Dakota |
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Grab yo bozac, punk |
