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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 tear the sack up, punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, come on throw your hands up If you've got the feeling jump up touch the ceiling Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk Yo, I'll bust 'em in the eye, and then I'll take the punks ho Feel it, funk it, amps in the trunk y'all And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are Dunkin' Donuts shop Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops [Chorus] I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seats and jump around Jump around Jump around Jump around Jump up, jump up and get down Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Letras de cancionesJump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe If your girl steps up, I'm smackin' 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 and you ain't got none So if you come to battle bring a shotgun (shotgun) But if you do you're a fool 'cause I duel to the death Try and step to me you'll take your last breath I gots the skill, come get your bill 'Cause when I shoot to give, I shoot to kill [Chorus] 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 and play me out like as if my name was Sega But I ain't goin' out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and you know 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 comin' to get ya, I'm comin' to get ya Spittin' out lyrics homie I want ya [Chorus] [Repeat: x33] Jump From Letras Mania