Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin
I came to win, battle me that s a sin
I won t ever slack up, punk you better back up
Try and play the role and yo the whole crew ll act up
Get up, stand up (c mon!) c mon throw your hands up
If you ve got the feeling, jump across the ceiling
Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone s talking junk
Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I ll take the punk s hoe
Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes
than there s cops at a Dunkin Donuts shop
Sho 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! (3X)
Jump up, jump up and get down!
Jump! (17X)
I ll serve your ass like John McEnroe
If your girl steps up, I m smacking the hoe
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
Trying to step to me, you ll take your last breath
I got the skills, 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! (3X)
Jump up, jump up and get down!
Jump! (17X)
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 Schwarzanegger
Try 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 and I might switch
it up up and around, then buck buck you down
Put out your head and 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 up, jump up and get down!
Jump!