[Intro: ILL BiZ]
Stupid motherfucker, wake your ass up
Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up (what)
But I still see your face, yo homie fessed up
Throw that pistol away, and we could knock up
[Hook: ILL BiZ]
Stupid motherfucker, wake your ass up (wake your ass)
Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up (what)
But I still see your face, yo homie fessed up
Throw that pistol away, and we could knock up (yeah)
[Verse 1: iLL BiZ]
Bizzy don't take no shit, [?] you when I'm on the mic, shit
Tell em, get hyped, even when I'm thinking when I'm goddamn right
Oh shit, that's iLL BiZ and he go got yo tight
Heard you was rapping at the mouth about me
Making a scene, straight drama queen
That's right boy, you can't say shit to me (huh, yeah)
Scared of me? I weigh about a buck 53 (huh)
8 checks [?], created me, a vision [?], want me to be
One sick muthafucka with an attitude
Too true, let em make a fool outta you
Ask be, how I know that I'm startin' to shine
Cause it's pussies like you, tryna take what's mine
WakeUp. bitch, and get on your grind
Seems like you would rather waste your time, oh my
Oh my, tryna get a ride, can't afford a whip
But you gotta upload, and then you lit
Come out to my show, and I bet you hit
And I know I seem like I'm talking shit
But I back it up with no backup
I don't need a strap, I'm a big back [?]
If a motherfucka talking shit, call him out
Don't ask no questions, hit him in the mouth!
Stupid motherfucker, wake your ass up
Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up (what)
But I still see your face, yo homie fessed up
Throw that pistol away, and we could knock up
[Hook: ILL BiZ]
Stupid motherfucker, wake your ass up (wake your ass)
Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up (what)
But I still see your face, yo homie fessed up
Throw that pistol away, and we could knock up (yeah)
[Verse 1: iLL BiZ]
Bizzy don't take no shit, [?] you when I'm on the mic, shit
Tell em, get hyped, even when I'm thinking when I'm goddamn right
Oh shit, that's iLL BiZ and he go got yo tight
Heard you was rapping at the mouth about me
Making a scene, straight drama queen
That's right boy, you can't say shit to me (huh, yeah)
Scared of me? I weigh about a buck 53 (huh)
8 checks [?], created me, a vision [?], want me to be
One sick muthafucka with an attitude
Too true, let em make a fool outta you
Ask be, how I know that I'm startin' to shine
Cause it's pussies like you, tryna take what's mine
WakeUp. bitch, and get on your grind
Seems like you would rather waste your time, oh my
Oh my, tryna get a ride, can't afford a whip
But you gotta upload, and then you lit
Come out to my show, and I bet you hit
And I know I seem like I'm talking shit
But I back it up with no backup
I don't need a strap, I'm a big back [?]
If a motherfucka talking shit, call him out
Don't ask no questions, hit him in the mouth!
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