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)
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
Feel it, funk it, amps in the trunk
And I got more rhymes than those cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shops
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 a** 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, b****
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...
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)
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
Feel it, funk it, amps in the trunk
And I got more rhymes than those cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shops
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 a** 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, b****
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...