Miuzi Weighs a Ton

Here's a ticket Let's go to San Francisco Airport Or let's go to Oakland Airport And let's fly the fuck outta here So we can check this shit out Come on, DJ Lord Come on, rock, rock, y'all (Get down) Miuzi weighs a ton Rock, rock, y'all You don't stop (come on, get up) (Get down) Miuzi weighs a ton Rock, rock Yes my nine (come on, get up) Yo, yo (get down) Miuzi weighs a ton Rock, rock Yo (come on, get up) Come on (get down) Yo The match up title, the expression of thrill For elite to compete and attempt to get ill If looks could kill, I'd chill until All the public catches on to my material, you know The ducks criticize my every phase of rapture Can't wait to read the headlines of my capture Accused of assault, a first degree crime 'Cause I beat competitors with my rhymes Tongue whipped, pushed, shoved and tripped Choke from the hold of my Kung Fu grip And if you want my title, it would be suicidal From our end, it would be homicidal When I do work, you get destroyed All the paranoid know to avoid The Public Enemy seat I've enjoyed This is no kid and I'm not no toy Come on (come on, get up) (Get down) Miuzi weighs a ton Rock, rock, y'all You don't stop (come on, get up) In the area (so get down) You don't quit G4 in the house (come on, get up) Louie Lou in the house (get down) Come on, yeah Come on, yeah (come on, get up) Come on, yeah, yeah, yeah (get down) Check 'em Check the rhythm y'all I like the way you do your thing I like the way It goes like, DJ Lord, huh, huh