Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin
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I came to win, battle me, that's a sin
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I won't ever slack up, punk, you better back up
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Try and play the role and yo, the whole crew'll act up
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Get up, stand up (c'mon) c'mon, throw your hands up
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If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling
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Muggs lets the funk flow, someone's talking junk
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Yo, I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's ho
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Feelin', funkin', amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes
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Than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop
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Sho' nuff, I got props
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From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops
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I came to get down, I came to get down
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So get out your seat and jump around
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Jump around (jump around)
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Jump around (jump around)
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Jump around (jump around)
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Jump up, jump up and get down
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Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
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Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
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Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
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Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
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Jump!
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I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe
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If your girl steps up, I'm smacking a 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 (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 the gift, I shoot to kill
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I came to get down, I came to get down
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So get out your seat and jump around
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Jump around (jump around)
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Jump around (jump around)
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Jump around (jump around)
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Jump up, jump up and get down
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Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
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Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
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Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
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Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
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Jump!
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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, like Arnold Schwarzenegger
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Try 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 yo and I might switch
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It up, up and around, then buck, buck you down
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Put out your head and 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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I came to get down, I came to get down
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So get out your seat and jump around
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Jump around (jump around)
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Jump around (jump around)
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Jump around (jump around)
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Jump up, jump up and get down
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Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
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Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
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Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
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Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
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Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
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Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
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Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
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Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
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Jump!
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Yo, this is dedicated to Joe "The Biter" Nicolo
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Grab the Bozack, punk
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