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Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin
I came to win. battle me that's a sin
I won't take the slack up, punk you'd better back up
Try and play the role and yo, the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, come on, throw your hands up
If you've got the feeling, jump and touch the ceiling
Muggs let the funk flow, someone's talking junk, yo
I'll bust em in the eye and then I'll take the punk's ho
Feelin' funky, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes
Than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop
Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill
Plus my mom and my pops
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seat and jump around
Jump around, jump around, jump around
Jump up, jump up and get down
Jump...
I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the ho
Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son, I've returned
Anyone stepping to me, you'll get burned
'Cause I got lyrics but you ain't got none
If you come to battle, bring a shotgun
But if you do, you're a fool, 'cause I duel to the death
Tryin' to step to me, you'll take your last breath
I gots the skill, come get your fill
'Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to kill
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seat and jump around
Jump around, jump around, jump around
Jump up, jump up and get down
Jump...
I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a terminator, like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega
But I ain't going out like no punk, bitch
Get used to one style and yo I might switch
It up up and around, then buck buck you down
Put out your head
Then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics, homie, I'll wet ya
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seat and jump around
Jump around, jump around; jump around
Jump up, jump up and get down
Jump...
Translate to:
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin
I came to win. battle me that's a sin
I won't take the slack up, punk you'd better back up
Try and play the role and yo, the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, come on, throw your hands up
If you've got the feeling, jump and touch the ceiling
Muggs let the funk flow, someone's talking junk, yo
I'll bust em in the eye and then I'll take the punk's ho
Feelin' funky, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes
Than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop
Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill
Plus my mom and my pops
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seat and jump around
Jump around, jump around, jump around
Jump up, jump up and get down
Jump...
I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the ho
Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son, I've returned
Anyone stepping to me, you'll get burned
'Cause I got lyrics but you ain't got none
If you come to battle, bring a shotgun
But if you do, you're a fool, 'cause I duel to the death
Tryin' to step to me, you'll take your last breath
I gots the skill, come get your fill
'Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to kill
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seat and jump around
Jump around, jump around, jump around
Jump up, jump up and get down
Jump...
I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a terminator, like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega
But I ain't going out like no punk, bitch
Get used to one style and yo I might switch
It up up and around, then buck buck you down
Put out your head
Then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics, homie, I'll wet ya
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seat and jump around
Jump around, jump around; jump around
Jump up, jump up and get down
Jump...