Jump Around

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, ya 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 ya got the feelin', jump up towards the ceilin'

Muggs let the funk flow, someone's talkin' junk

Yo, I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's ho

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 (jump around)

Jump around (jump around)

Jump around (jump around)

Jump up, jump up, and get down

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

(Steady on the left) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)

(Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe

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 steppin' to me, you'll get burned

'Cause I got lyrics, but you ain't got none

If ya come to battle, bring a shotgun (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 got 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 around)

Jump around (jump around)

Jump up, jump up, and get down

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

(Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)

(Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Steady on the right)

I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top