1.Never Less Than Ill
No longer on the low, i gotta flow is what i mean
Let the critics know they can't tamper with the jolly green
No longer on the low because my flows be tight
On my own shit, a to the g is what i be like
The neighborhood sickness makes you feel the pain
But the medicine got the brain numb like novacaine
Red hot, got the flavas, show ＆ a got the flavas
Now come on with the get down
A full blitz when i put wits to song
More flavors than them freaky 411s your bitch got on
Next level is what it's time for
'94 missed us, but check us when nine pound wind down
Forget my fame, because my aim is the riches
Even robert deniro, he ain't seen more witches
The street is filled with chickens, some finger-licking
I need that queen that represents by all means
You're bopping your head, now watch it spread like cancer
On the move like go-go, burn you like jo jo
Dancer, you can't relate because my raps are the roughest
Retaliate, but you wrath is roughless
Fear no human being, seeing me is rare
Time has took its toll, i can tell by your tears
A man amongst children, and my records make a killing
Like tobacco, i got a fat flow, worth a million
You'd better breeze cause you're finished
You'll get sprayed like afro sheen, got more green than spinach
Time to roll, got my squad on patrol
Trying to find phony fellas faking like they got soul
2.You Know Now
My raps are homicide, raps are clear like crystal
Never packed a pistol, well i used it, ain't the issue
And if you insist to test us, trust me
We're official, a bite-proof style you can't get through
New shit was real from day one
Say one verse, then i burst with the love so i can slay hon
Ain't none, that's the answer on who's better
Want more cheese than cheddar, soon to breeze like the weather
My companion is standing on non-believers
With mics you can't test me, you lose against the sp
Blacker than wesley, almost perfect like gretzky
You supposed to be the best？ step up, let's see
Check one two, that means i'm coming, too
But in my song, if i say 'peace, i'm gone' that means i'm
through
Monster, will stomp ya, til you suffocate
Turn read, now dead is your mental state
If you didn't know before, guess you know now!
(it's show ＆ a.g. and this is how it's going down) (repeat 2x)
It's the a to the g-i, still with show b-i
I can't see why you're trying to play me when you're knee-high
To a giant, moneygrip, you don't know me
Try my like opie, cause i'm low key
With the spotlight i'm not concerned
You can ask guru and primo cause we know it's 'hard to earn'
Spo burn, baby, burn
It's the year of the only little big man, so wait your turn
Who can get with the man with no gimmicks？
Got the mad team like the '96 olympics
I used to wish chicks would notice me
They be scheming, got them bitches fiending just like jodeci
Hopelessly, cause the dialouge is tight
I rip it and split, never hog the mic
Write with my brain cells, not a pencil
Can't survive what i've been through, or rent space in my mental
If you didn't know before, guess you know now!
(it's show ＆ a.g. and this is how it's going down) (repeat 4x)
Bring me on some happy shit, i turn this bitch into happy land
Burn it down, call the fireman, cause i'm around
So eat your wheaties and your vitamins
I smoke a pound of the black cheeba cheeba
I'm a see you on the verse, back and forth like aalyiah
From the vill and the have, i rocks on like rage
Party with arty, around the world with wally
Artifical mic handlers get broken, i'm potent
Shit i be quoting be having brothers open
You'll get knocked off the top if you think i can't rock it
Rush ya like russia, call my bluff, i'm a hush ya
I'm coocoo for coca, you slowpoke, we had this style last year
This past year we was no joke
This year, i'm getting light from gripping mics
Fans getting hype and my pockets getting right
With my nigga trigger t.o., you know how we go
On that reel-to-reel shit, you feel it, fuck your ego
Peace to brother show, who's on this track, and in fact
I'm out with no doubt, peace and it's like that
To all my fellas, i got your back (i got your back)
If you didn't know before, guess you know now!
(it's show ＆ a.g. and this is how it's going down) (repeat 8x)
3.Check It Out
Chorus：party arty
Check it out huh, this is how it's going down
From the boogie down, brothers stand around with a frown (repeat
2x)
Verse 1： a.g.
It's time to hit ya, let the melody split ya
Poems is deadly, holmes better get the picture
See these vibes are visible
Fiends see it in the mental, chicks dig it in the physical
We had to lounge, now i'm furious
Fake hip-hoppers, can they do it in '95？ i'm curious
Cause my squad has sickness, crazy sickness
Hit the herb, let the words start flowing with the riches
Don't compare me when you hear me
I stay true, and when i'm through, it'll pay dearly
Dre's a giant, no question, but what i question
Is how now this is your profession
I'm charged off the lye
How we do？ (spray 'em) bless 'em, impress 'em, and hang 'em high
Taking loot like bakers and produce pages
And styles go for miles, like davis
My potential, with show's instrumental
Got you all zoning on the vibes that we sent you
In the mental, who's that abusing rap？
Pop from the heart, so it's back to the start, black
And these tracks are incredible
S-h-o to the w, true to our revenue
That's how we feel in the bx, mics i bless
Time to get down with the boogie
Chorus x2
Verse 2： a.g.
I got a mind like minolta
Me and show go back like the d.a. on travolta
I want cheese like ziti
You'll get left like ？reuiniti？ (on ice) trying to be me
I jam, sucker, like the god in all the ruckus
Over tracks (your girl probably claps) then i stuck her
No front, all i want is to be happy
Probably like mary, but if you dare me, then we'll get scrappy
Don't lift weights, let the hands be dictate
The giant is great from back then to this date
I take the cake and i bounce with the whole weight
A weapon, stepping straight from section 8
If it's me then you might not wait
If you fake the moves, then it's your tools i'm a take
I want to see you stop me to those that knock me
Amazing with blazing talents like rodney
Strict with the voodoo, peace to chaka zulu
In the clutch, i can't be touched, they must be noodles
Too many skills for you to try and doubt
Put your money where your mouth, i'm a make you wear your mouth
I've had it, time to get bruised and battered
I'm like earvin orsette, cause i'm great with that black magic
It's nothing when my man's on production
I reign (you catch a blow to your brain) percussion
Rap savior, the more the major
Bring 'em all on, and they'll get shitted on with flavor
Reality is what it's all about
So when you hear the vibes of show ＆ a, check it out
Chorus x2
4.Add On
It's lord finesse, the rhyme vet
Like bigge, i'm 'ready to die' but it ain't my fucking time yet
I bring the noise like static, i cause havoc
When i grab the mic i pack a party like traffic
You know my style, i got the hip sound
I should be a construction worker, the way i be tearing shit
down
One of the best, you ought to shout it
Bust a nigga's ass and won't give two thoughts about it
Word, i hunt you down
I got a million reasons why none of you can fuck around
I slay beginners, sautee contenders
Shit, and be damned if i don't walk away the winner
I kick facts, flip raps over hip tracks
You know what i'm saying？ (yeah, i can dig that)
I'm gifted, my rhyme is wicked
When it comes to knowledge, i got jewels like the diamond
district
I'm the dopest, the baddest, one of the fattest
Chickenheads know my status
For those that's waiting to doubt
I'm a play like pete rock ＆ c.l. smooth and 'straighten it out'
Ayo show, my man (add on, add on!)
A.g. my man (add on, add on!)
Ayo show my man (add on, add on!)
D-flow my man (add on, add on!)
Check it, i got the herb to bomb your brain
I'm a threat like saddam huessein, niggas better know my name
I flow the same in a competition
I break them clowns into something different, buck 'em with the
fucking smith ＆
Wesson, mc's never leave my section
Finger on the trigger, i figure i kill that nigga for stepping
I tote the four-fifth, riff and get your jaw shift
Flip phones and add jewels got me looking gorgeous
Ignore the style and get bucked down, child
With the three-pound pile, blow! how you like me now？
The new improved flow, you know how i do so
Whatever, a motherfucking terror like cujo
I'm out to get mine, i want mils, god
Niggas that feel hard chill, fuck around and get your grill
scarred
It's d-flow, you know my steelo, ceelo will let you know how we
go
Chop him like a kilo and let him die
And then i'm a add on like arithmetic
Suckers careers get stopped so stop who you riffing with
I'm on point with the snakes and fakes
Ain't the one (think i am？) you get hung like drapes
And it's proven, point blank that's the conclusion
Seeing me losing, it's all an illusion
Like the raw ism, i'm a kiss him when i hurt him
Then desert him, because the show ＆ a.g. shit is sickening
Giving stress to them snakes is a ritual
Nights and north flakes, oh yes, they bless the physical
Promote the glock？ no i'm not
I use it as an art, ain't got the heart to disrespect hip-hop
Time to breeze, now i'm gone, the greats is rolling strong
So add on and on
Ayo show, my man (add on, add on!)
A.g. my man (add on, add on!)
Ayo show my man (add on, add on!)
D-flow my man (add on, add on!)
6.Time For
There's a time to play and there's a time for sex
There's a time to lounge and there's a time to catch wreck
Watch your spot, cause if you sleep you'll get got
Our sound is hot cause we're true to hip-hop
It's the little big man, y'all little niggas just relax
I'm coming like a nut, butt niggas catching heart attacks
Adversaries better maintain
Don't even riff, stram, cause i'm a one-man gangbang
Boom, i hit it, now money i really did it
Brung out the beast in me, and the freaks be getting with it
Yes the fame is what they sweat
But you came for me to entertain then i'll make you wet
Meanwhile, got to keep a low profile
Our style is true, so yes i do smile
Original, just like the dirty rotten
And while our foes is plotting, show is riding shotgun
There's a time to play and there's a time for sex
There's a time to lounge and there's a time to catch wreck
Watch your spot, cause if you sleep you'll get got
Our sound is hot cause we're true to hip-hop
Since i hit the boom, they say my brain is doomed
I object, it's sustained, now name this tune
Bringing more than other brothers on computers
Long as my vision ain't blurry, don't worry, pass the buddhas
Forget karate, cause i'd rather kick a lyric
You ain't trying to hear it？ then i'll be talking to your spirit
Show hit me off with the hype shit
Who needs pencils and papers？ brain cells is what i write with
The format, told you last lp i'm all that
Step to a.g., then you're best to be sure, black
Roll with my crew, i got the o.e.
20 dollar sack, and my hat to the back just like tlc
Now when you play, it'd better not be with show and dre
Or sex in between the sheets at my rest
Now it's time to lounge and i'm free from all clowns
Now who's catching wreck？ i hit the cess, yes
There's a time to play and there's a time for sex
There's a time to lounge and there's a time to catch wreck
Watch your spot, cause if you sleep you'll get got
Our sound is hot cause we're true to hip-hop
I get rough and i hurt 'em like a puff of the ganja
Tough like tonka, you'll get seen by the jolly green
Monster, the g sell out？ hell no
A good fellow who sports the shell toes
Step to me, i'll shoot you and your deputy
Everybody's in jeopardy except for me
They pop shit, like their skills i can't top it
I'm the one to rock with, lounge and pop some chocolate
I'm coming through, so what you gonna do？
When i hit you in the head with the lead from the number 2
A black boo, leaving suckers froze like a statue
Styles are coming at you, real like my tattoo
7.Got The Flava
Chorus：
Show ＆ a.g. got the flavas (the flavas)
Rollin with the dwellas and the neighbors (the neighbors)
Show ＆ a.g. got the flavas (the flavas)
Rollin with the dwellas and the neighbors (the neighbors)
Hey yo no question i'm the best in this rap business
No doubt i'm strapped, get back or get clapped rediculous son
I'm flippin this one (don't be dumb)
You better run or end up like my last victim
Shit that's real i already been through
Scared from the threats i sent you (it's all in the mental)
Jackin niggas like i'm in the central
Cuttin through that ass like a ginsu as i commense to
Get big with my nigs, a.g. ＆ showbiz
Now your idol was doin vital damage to your ribs
Word straight up and down, crab mcs get crushed
I'll leave your style cramped, my crew can't be touched
So when you hear the bomb you know it's d. flow son
No one can fuck around, yeah that's right (no one)
Hey yo the honies on the dilz cause i play ball good (it's all
good)
I'm still representin the hood
Big shouts to uncle pete, you're my number one neighbor
No doubt i'm puffin later with my nigga gary aida
Peace to roc raider and all the goodfellas
People gettin jealous, well it's the brothers (the brothers)
On some other shit can't forget shabazz
Representin not to mention that i'm gettin cash
Get with that or get with this because i'm kickin this
With the styles i'm runnin through niggas like emmit smith
Touchdown, i buck down mcs that step up
10 g's if you wanna mc wrecked up
The ghetto dwella's in your hood, hoodie down
Stomps from the bronx, the boogie man from the boogie down
Momma never told me there would be days like this
That i'd be rippin tracks, gettin paid with my nigs
On tour, roar with that hardcore stuff
Niggas call bluffs (i give em no chance) i make it more rough
(and even slow dance) on niggas faces, rugged, fuck it
Them niggas got to love it cause we made this
I'm gettin papers with my peeps
As party arty keeps bacardi so mcs meet the shotty
Check the method but don't sweat the technique
Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak when the vets speak
(hopin) that your head meets my bed sheets
(now you're open) like the red sea cause i'm potent
Don't fit？ don't force it, flow got that 4-fifth
Who do with that voodoo, my doll it's that cordless
All this and that and then some
Get paid to put raps on tracks, i guess that's my income
The beat chills so they be comin back for refills
(my man shows his street skills) from here to the peekskills
Kill the rumors, givin mcs brain tumors
Time to step off the set, gotta jet like puma
Chorus (2x)
What the blood clot, son lick a shot, show your love in the area
Forget me not, mass hysteria
My style revolves around blunts, the methical
The one and only piece original, never phony
One love to my muthafucker a.g.
A true giant in the industry, hold your shoes up
(word to god, youknowi'msayin)
Yeah, that's how it's goin down, you know who got the flava
We got the flava, the flava
So bring it on, so bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns, yeah
8.Neighbahood Sickness
So bear witness (repeat 2x)
Yo! you step to me with a style that's good, miss
Battle me around, bitches when i'm finished they say 'oh my
goodness!'
I grab the jack and shank the nigga with a knife
The last nigga that fought me ended up fighting for his life
What？ i'm quick to leave a nigga comatose
I'm putting niggas to rest from the east or the west coast
A crazy motherfucker if you've never seen one
Always pack the heat and i sleep with a machine gun
Now you know you can't see this
Where i come from, many die, you'll get crucified like jesus
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Seventeen in the clip, so nigga put your dick in the dirt
The best that ever did it, so back up and maintain
I manifest who i be on your chest just like a name chain
They think they know of me because of my poetry
You think you're nice, right？ then grab the mic and try to flow
with me
It's a shakedown, no ends when i'm in town
Wear my fake smiles since i put them corny tims down
I was still cool when it comes to the lyrical
You want to get physical？ that's a goodfella ritual
Get with you？ yeah, i can get with ya
Step to me, a.g., it's got to be for my signature
Yo, you know my style, gimme yours since i got mines
Step up and get done with a gun, call the crack line
I get the nappy heads blowing
I get wreck with a tec under my woolridge, when it's snowy
Ayo, i gots to keep it real, g
I get crazy, so please don't please me, nigga chill, b
I'm running wild like a gang from l.a.
Telling 'don't think, give me your link and your pelle pelle'
(repeat 2x)
It's the a to the g so don't sleep
My second lp and i'm in too deep
Always keep a low so you know i'm going to creep
Always had to rumble in the jungles of the concrete
Now a nigga try to set it？ he'll regret it
If he's the crowd favorite, then he'll just get upsetted
Brothers have a fit when i get into my shit
Today, tomorrow, hollow fever order it
I'm the nicest, like almighty isis
You want my flow？ no, it's priceless
Got to set it, g, to let 'em know my pedigree
If your skills ain't rap, then perhaps you should let it be
Yo, i'm not cypress hill but i'm still insane
I come with this ruggedness that be fucking with your brain
Niggas always talking about how hot they are
But i got that boom bap, orginal rap like the krs-one
The 6'4' wrecking team is killing crews
Fuck around and get broke down like syllables
It's party arty and the nigga that you've heard of
Son, my rhymes are like tech 9's, my techniques are murder,
what？
I'm strange, deranged, mentally disturbed
A lunatic that's soon to flip on any nigga (word)
Chill in my rest 24-7, no less
Don't test cause i'm so def (oh yes)
My brother's keeper with the flow like aretha
Like the grim reaper, my murder weapon is a speaker
If a sucker steps he'll get ate up
Cash for the blast, i'm smoking white owls straight up
And i'm a leave it on that note
Cock t, l.d., and wally world pass the smoke
mother (repeat 4x)
9.All Out
'if i wasn't nice, motherfucker i wouldn't be here' - redman
(repeat 4x)
I'm rough, when the going gets tough i never give up
If you survive where we grew up, then that was luck
But this rap shit is in my heart to the core
Even the lord can't stop me, this is what i am made for
Always had to struggle, shit is hard
In fact, my whole age (two decades) and add four years to that
But hard work is the answer
Black like a panther, stayin on my toes like a ballet dancer
I'm a pay the cost to be the boss
Look at these hoes bouncing, with their chicken heads cut off
I stay focus, and i hope this dedication
(i know that this dedication pays off) that shit is bogus
Giving it what i got, i won't fall
Cause my all is success, so yes yes y'all
I'm a give it my all, cause this is all that i got, plus
'if i wasn't nice, motherfucker i wouldn't be here'
You hope that we fall, you scheme and plot, but
'if i wasn't nice, motherfucker i wouldn't be here'
Rough is how they want it, so here it comes
All sons get silent, i'm getting violent with these drums
Mum's the word, you heard us in action
A lot of stars are missing (niggas are relaxing)
But show gets ill with his street skills
I put raps on tracks that's so real that my peeps feel
I got to make it, blues ain't what i choose
Can't stand to lose and a lot more to prove
So truly, to go through me, you must face me
Try to erase me, you'd better bring your toolie
Any platform or stage i stand on, fans stand up
With their hands up because the man's on
I'm a give it my all, cause this is all that i got, plus
'if i wasn't nice, motherfucker i wouldn't be here'
You hope that we fall, you scheme and plot, but
'if i wasn't nice, motherfucker i wouldn't be here'
Pardon, while i barge on your squadron
The eighth wonder, while you stay in hunger, ideas be starving
You'll get ate like food for thought
Take these melodies, we gonna bring the truth, fuck the court
Cause i'm hot like hot sauce
Juice like mott's, when i stop, that's when you get your rocks
off
(wack？) that's a rumor (in fact) it's soon to
Show ＆ a shines, stay on your mind like a brain tumor
Here's the facts： show got the best tracks
Those that shitted, they gots to get it from the back
We attract the rough and rowdy
Got 'em bottom of the nineth, time for the rally
I'm a genius, mics are stamped on my birth
Cover your girl, and be forth god, if that's your earth
You'd better burst, been deep since you've heard me speak
Had knowledge of self since ？anna ford？ had his belts
＞from the place where this rap shit originated
I play it cool like a dairy, so just hear me and refridgerate it
Whoever sleep, i'm a get 'em
＞from the cradle to the grave i'm just a slave to the rhythm
I'm a give it my all, cause this is all that i got, plus
'if i wasn't nice, motherfucker i wouldn't be here'
You hope that we fall, they scheme and plot, but
'if i wasn't nice, motherfucker i wouldn't be here' (repeat 2x)
'if i wasn't nice, motherfucker i wouldn't be here' (repeat til
fade)
10.Medicine
Here's the introduction, yes my man, he's on production
Veterans bringing that medicine like robitussin
Snakes tremble and resemble earthquakes
Go against the crates, your body catch the shakes
Your mailman ain't got what i'm delivering
I say robin ain't knowing about the hood that i'm living in
Giving in？ never, i go all out when i climb
The bottom line is that i'm terror
You'll get scarred, cause i'm coming hard with the rhythm
Couldn't maintain, need help, say 'god won't you give in？'
We drop facts, over raw tracks that's starring me
And show, they don't know, they sound as if r＆b
Loot will come later if we stay true now
But some can't stay true cause they don't know how
Peep it, you'll be gone before we bomb
Show ＆ a representing uptown, check your math, that's heal on
You'll get peed on cause we already shitted
Here's the cure for hip-hop, the medicine, so come and get it
It's the medicine, this is how we swing it
Suckers want noise, i advise them to bring it (repeat 4x)
The second chapter will capture
All cool verse two, i'm a burst crew like i capped ya
Forget the fame cause my aim is deniro
Got the heart for this art with the smarts like shapiro
A pharoah, here's the medicine, see the arrow
The fellas, the neighbors, and the ghetto dwellas
＞from new york to missouri
My glory is handshakes and hugs that shows that your rooting for
me
Attack like cujo, fat like a sumo
Pulling mommies like menudo cause i'm numero uno
Getting paid out my coolo
So if you didn't know before, now you do know
It's the medicine, this is how we swing it
Suckers want noise, i advise them to bring it (repeat 4x)
Now i'm bulding with my man, stranded on the rocks
I'm telling lies to my vision, peeping out the box
Near the top with some niggas with no skills
If your videos didn't have them hoes, would you still get them
record sales？
You can fool the majority, but the minority
Keeps it raw like all y'all in poverty
It's hard to be the man, they try to tie down both hands
I gotta use my brain, maintain and expand
Some don't like what i do, i say fuck it, they're critics, too
Don't contemplate with them, i just concentrate on you
Now it's the medicine, this is how i swing it
A brother want the noise, i advise them just to bring it (repeat
4x)
11.I'm Not The One
Now i'm around the way, yeah you got it, that's right
Checking this girl named bonita, used to see her on the late
night
I seen this kid i used to hustle with
Yo, he don't act the same since i got a name and i went legit
He's acting kind of shiesty
Daddy's jealous, that's what they tell us, i guess he might be
I'm not scrambling, but i'm still making g's
Not off of keys, but cd's and lp's
I got the word he's gonna try and rob me
He used to be my man, damn, am i worried？ no, not hardly
He forgot, or he stopped believing
I'm the same brother on the block, pop pop for the slightest
reason
If he want it, then it's no sweat
It's either kill or be killed, and i'm not ready to go yet
Yeah, he was cool, there was no one cooler
But if my man try to flip, i'm going out like rick the ruler
He tried to get me but i lucked up, yup
He made his move but he fucked up, yup
So when i see him, he's a goner
His cash flow gotta be low cause i'm knocking down his street
corner
Every day i'm on my p's and q's
Since i'm clocking g's i'm packing twos
And you know four pounds is a lot of weight
I got him, straight through his chest so i guess that's
checkmate
After he dropped, i copped a bag of tella
Trow on my hood like i should, i'm a goodfella
And that late night bitch, she turned into a snitch
Started running from the lip, so i'm coming with a clip
Now she's returned to tell me 'what have you learned？'
If you try to pull my number then you're gonna get burned
12.Got Ya Back
You got my back, black？
You got my back, black？
Rolling with my brother, no other, p-i-c
And since we're talking about brothers
There's another dog in the pound (k. shabazz) is the other
(on this track) me and walli world shared time
And go willy way back, black, like grandpa's hair line
I'm from the ghetto, i will never ever let go
Always had a def show from the get go
I put down the rock, now i'm strictly hip-hop
(now i) keep a steady head and stay around the block
Party arty how you like it？ (yo the shit sounds fat)
Yo lb what you doing？ (i'm lounging, black)
Well it's my debut so i gotta stay true
I can never get sick of looking at the brown grits
I take my pain and flip, i came with the head, now i'm hot
Yes i had to blow up the spot
Trade a lay up for tracks and got my rhymes for my jump shot
And my range is outrageous
Got mad pull (memory's full) too many pages
You got my back, black？
You got my back, black？
On my own like a roughneck with the mental of a damn nerd
The gear i wear is only rough and right
Gave the timbs a break, sport northflakes with construction
tights
I get hype and light blunts with my crew
Smoke a spliff with ice if wu got the .22
And mama duke gets nuff respect
Because she kept me in check, one deep, now that's a roughneck
Dre's the best, you'd better say yes, or test
The g double o-d-f-e double l-a-s
I'm incredible, making mc's edible
Sell out is what i'll never do, get paid is what i'd better do
And while my brother's in the federal
I'm making lp's, collecting g's for my revenue
My brother's gone, i got to get work
Dressed in my boots and my sweatshirt, i'm rolling with the
network
The new, yes i'm down with neighborhood news
Jordan was on top, now walli world rules
I got a sp-12 from the brother show
I gotta flow to let them others know
I told you before that i had to stay true
Walli world is out, now how'd you like my debut？
You got my back, black？
You got my back, black？
13.Next Level
All i see is blinkin' lights track boards and fat mikes
950's sp12's mp60's
Shit is thumping ear drums pumpin'
The shit is tight right 'cause the sample is tight right
Right that's one to leave teethless
Never sweat that 'cause i'm a cool cat just like heathcliff
Peep this give up the loop
It's 94 and bitch ass niggas getting still with the boot
The north flakes 'cause i'll be flowing in all states
Show kept diggin' and diggin' and now he got more crates
That's right nigga roll that dime and i'm
The only living matter that controls my mind
Peace to every single rapper on this whole earth
Sellout's got no worth i think they better go soul searching...
Showbiz... a.g. (brothers can't believe how the skills have
gotten)
Showbiz... a.g. (brothers can't believe how the skills have
gotten)
Now here i go again ready to flow again
And if the course stay clear oh yeah i'm still going in
Get it together or you'll be laying on a stretcher
I betcha i'm a getcha the number one heart stresser
Sorry black that's right it's a cardiac
Caress try to triple be the best then where's party at
Law's to no one and a warrior like shogun
And when the show's done stacks and stacks is how the o's come
I bouge your feeling confidence is to the ceiling
If i'm sick i pick the chick for sexual healing
I'm unique a freak like malik
In the twilights with more highlights than dominique
Around my ？ is where the jell stops
The jeeps the streets my peeps in the cell block
I'm not the best but i keep it stressed
To flatter me is strategy it gotta be more complex than chess
Stop bluffin cause you ain't saying nothing gee
Start duckin i'm the a to the fuckin g
Last lp we got down right
Showing all these corny motherfuckers what hiphop's supposed to
sound
Like
See a.g. and the brother show
Quiet as kept is best that you step on the low
Well it's me meaning the a to the dash
I'm fast to get the cash now i'm going like the path
What's the remedy suckas better get their own identity
And took the enemy you better roll like it's cannamy
Fake lords they get strangled with mic cords
Taking beats from my lp for sure ain't healthy
Madison projects is where i rest
But i claim the whole planet it's mine god dammit
I'm god took the bulla fake ？
Wreck boston running shit ？
It's hard to face the feet when you're raised in the street
No surrender and no patrique
Now dance with the devil no not hardly
Even though i mamba like a bomber and smoke ganja like bob
marley
A bag of sess puts me at my rest
You say ？ hit the philly and let it rest
14.You Want It
Peace to k. shabazz, while i get you open like a gash
Pass the nickle if you think you can last
Mc's that slept got caught with the chin check
Never slept cause them suckers could have been wet
Now i'm here to bring use to my name
Used to the slang, producer bang
Give me room, cause what i consume makes me gloom
To the man that i am, cause i am what i am
Those who had soul was told to clap
That was back, now it's '94 and i'm back
With the ghetto dwellas, still rolling with my fellas
With the herbs, i'm strutting, there's nothing you can tell us
To recall and sing, my peeps who never fronted
Back the fuck up while they keep acting like they want it
You want it？ i gots to give it to ya! (repeat 4x)
I soar through the sky like a dirty city pigeon
Preview of the next lp, here's a smidgen
Of the roughness, you know the ill off the cuffness
You can't break it or bend it, cause the toughness
Is manifested from my lyrical flow
And niggas start sweating like they just did some blow
Yo, dough is not a fuss
I got the honeys running all night like the 21 bus
Sally got a one track mind
But now she got a black eye, cause she tried to take mine
Another day in the hood
Chilling with show ＆ a.g., walli world, yo it's all good
Let me proceed with the swiftness
I overlook niggas like jehovah's witnesses do christmas
So roll it up and get blunted
Rhyme for rhyme, we can go if you want it, bitch
You want it？ i gots to give it to ya! (repeat 4x)
We keeps it bouncing, gary lethal get the ounce and
Roll one, i'm the fountain you got to flow from
Straight up, all foes get ate up
Willies keep your weight up, nope i hope you're not calling me
Stalling, cause that roughness is all in me
I rip ya, cause my rapture will rupture
Check the richter, there's no rapper who's rougher
Producer tougher than my man and his machine
Don't sweat the cream, bet the green
I'm on the humble, and not afraid to rumble
With those who wanna outlast the jungle, they tumble, i run
through
So build fences or come to your senses
My skills are endless with the one two (the one two)
You want it？ i gots to give it to ya! (repeat 4x)
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