1.Still Diggin'
Yeah, 1992, showbiz ＆ a.g., we about to catch wreck. and i
Got my main man diamond d, he's about to catch wreck from
Diggin' in the crates and all that. and i'd like to say
I chop off the head off of all those that commercialize!
We got real bad bwoy in effect. come diamond d, come correct!
Yo check it
See i'm back on the block but my name ain't quincy
Yeah, i'm chopping rappers up into mincemeat
Step up and speak if your shit ain't weak
The beat's for the jeep kid, they don't come cheap
I practice my craft so you can call me macaroni
And i get cheese and more run that a pony
Smoke a lotta herb but i don't chew tobacco
When show drops the beat i say 'holy mackeral!'
The stunts don't front any longer
See my status is large, and the props are getting longer
Ride around with lou dog in the path
Sit back and laugh or maybe sign an autograph
I'm walking tall, but yo i'm not a cracker
Don't run with the burgeouis, my crew's much blacker
So give a shout for the man with the clout
Sippin' on a guiness stout, yo i'm about
Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates
Diamond d, yeah i'm still diggin' in the crates (repeat 2x)
Ayo, it's often said, but it's never read
That diamond got a beat for every dread in his head
But don't be mislead (why？) cause breakbeats are dead
I'm not the biz, who runs around with super pro keds
I'm just a cool brother, who hangs out in a top shop
And i still get my props when giving brothers knots
So step up front, yeah, that's if you want it
It's time to breathe there's no future in fronting
Cause they know, and i know, and she know, and we know
That i'm an old champ like bruno samitino
Or ivan pusky or the brother tony atlas
Buy my ep and showbiz will be the fattest
And baddest is my status, i knew a man named thatus
Who rode a night train to georgia just like gladys
Knight and the pips, there's no 40's on my lips
Yo pass the moet, i might flip and take a sip
And sit back and puff a blunt with slick nick
Sometimes he puff slow, sometimes he puff quick
I'd rather grab the mic and concentrate on getting papes
I'm out, and i'm still diggin' in the fucking crates
Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates
Diamond d, yeah i'm still diggin' in the crates (repeat 4x)
2.Fat Pockets
'i like my pockets fat not flat' (repeat 4x)
'i like my pockets fat not flat' 'so get back' (repeat 4x)
My pockets stay fat, and they always like that
Not only in pocket but in my bank there's stacks and stacks of
dough
Cause i move slow, i get my cash flow, and then i go
And brother's don't know, i'm on the down low
Some get mad cause they can't understand
That i'm 23 years old, i'm in command
I'm down with ditc, that's 'diggin' in the crates'
And my partner a.g., we always keep crazy papes
I'm staying fat, cause what comes around goes around
I always help out and help a brother when he's down
And out like a boyscout, brothers always shout
'good lookin out show' yeah, without a doubt
But don't try and take advantage
I'll just leave you alone instead of putting that ass in
bandages
Signing off is show b-i-z
And next up is a.g., he likes his pockets f-a-t
'i like my pockets fat not flat' (repeat 4x)
Check it out yo, a.g. is living fat
In the mental, in other words can i get a soul clap？
Diggin' in the crates for something smooth
Showbiz ＆ a.g., yo money, we make the party groove
And i'm a top-notch competitor
Carrying dough like a treasurer
Getting pussy, oh that's regular
But the sex i never take
Cause if that bitch screams rape, like mike tyson, i'm upstate
And you know that's a fact, black
So if she says no, that means no, and that's that
No matter how cute or how desperate
(ayo she gotta get the boot) yeah, she gotta see the exit
But i'm not mad i didn't hit it
I just dial seven digits and some skins that's with it
Bones in the closet, that's my logic
You gotta be smart and keep a downlow in the projects
Watch your step and take it easy
Or act like stevie wonder becasue you know you can't see me
Don't sniff no coke, but i might drink a brew
Or maybe two (andre the giant, not you)
Yeah, wrecking mc's with just my demo
And pulling all the cuties with no problemo
That's right, because i'm a gamer
Your girl let you for me, a.g., i don't blame her
Step back, get your sticks and your bats
Know you step up because my pockets are fat
'i like my pockets fat not flat' (repeat 3x)
It's time to take the brothers from the corner
Clean up they act, and give them a chance to do what the wanna
I'm not trying to be a bum with a 40
That's not my style, i gotta work hard like naughty
By nature, you should understand
To get yours in this land, you gotta work for yours, black man
You think it's easy because i rap？
So don't ask me for a dollar motherfucker, you ain't handicapped
And if you was, you'd still have the chance
Look how i flip 'ain't this a bitch' now i'm making you dance
Yeah it's show b-i-z from your neighbor h-double-o-d, i r-a-p
Cause i wanna stay fat
To keep clothes on my back and you know i never slack
For all the bums that said i forgot where i came from
Eating crumbs on the corner in the slums
I'm hungry enough to grow fangs
Here's a dollar, go to the store, but give me back my fucking
change
I'm not trying to spend on so-called friends
Not even with skins, put that bullshit to an end
So fuck the groupies on tour
I'm trying to make a million dollars, some shit i never saw
before
So save that bullshit for later
So when i'm large, hoes give me head on an escalator
Yeah, i like to flow, i'm show b-i-z
A.k.a. mr. f-a-t
3.Bounce Ta This
Listen, this is dres, and i'm letting ya know
That s-h-o-w-b-i-z and a.g. are all that
So just sit back, relax, if you got a big bozak grab that
Like mr. long, my brother from another mother
Yo check it out
(bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, c'mon!)
Speak to your speaker, cause it's the time of day
Something new for the mass, people
Tribe hard, die hard, shit, harldy ever
Not never, but whichever your pleasure whatever's clever
We're deeper than the ports in the back of your cerebellum
Dres, dre, and showbiz is rippin this shit, so tell them
We came, we saw, we broke the fuck out
You play, you lay, but if you give good hay you can stay
Hey, what's wrong with the world today？
Brothers busting brothers for less than time of day
The pay for hammer's, proper, ain't no
Sunshine, and whitey's got your mama
So do you wanna change for the children with a comma？
For who？ me, i, myself, you know the one
Doing what i gotta do when i do, come
I just get off, not just that, yo i say i
Do it good and chaka kahn knows that we be in hollywood
Don't get jel if we cash large checks
Casue we skiddly-dip-dip-do-dep dip dip for effects
Brothers think i'm dissing, but i'm really on the dicks
Look into my album, kid, you'll see all the flicks
But no! you'd rather feel my movie just to cold me
So i was boning mama and your mother fucking told me
I'm playing, i really got no time on the real
But yo, the shiek be unique, so do what you feel
Don't think i'm live？ then take a swigga
Cause i'm from queens and i roll with bronx niggas
Check it, check it, check what i say
You can bounce with dres, or you can bounce with dre
You can flip the script, or you can parlay
Or you can learn the words and say what we say
Chorus：
If you're chilling with your crew (ya gotta bounce ta this)
If you're hitting up some skins (ya gotta bounce ta this)
If you're cooling at a club (ya gotta bounce ta this)
No matter what you're doing, no matter what you're doing
They say more bounce to the ounce, well a giant weighs tons
Stepping to the two, but we're not the ones
Brothers are flipping, some other suckers are tripping
Yeah, you gotta take a whipping to see that i'm live and kicking
I'm the a to the g-i followed by the a-n-t rolling with the show
b-i
Black boots, black hat, slick like a black cat
Flip like a fat cat？ never none of that, black
But i got techs for those who wanna flex
So many styles, you don't know which one is coming next
We've been bouncing to the ounce for months
Finesse is here, yeah, premier's got the blunts
Jazzy's getting jazzy, big l is raising hell
Show is bugging with the beats, and he's bhudded, can't you
tell？
Diggin in the crates is in our corner
Ice water, deshawn, and long is getting longer
Gary gator got the lethal
Infinite, today, yeah they are my people
Act like dres, because he's living fat
And say 'you can bounce to this, or you can bounce to that'
My respect, and all that dough is all that counts
I'm out, and yo dres let's make them bounce
Chorus：
If you're chillin on the ave (ya gotta bounce ta this)
If you're cooling in your house (ya gotta bounce ta this)
If you're rocking in a waterbed (ya gotta bounce ta this)
No matter what you're doing, no matter what you're doing
If you're on lockdown (ya gotta bounce ta this)
Got the boom in your box (ya gotta bounce ta this)
Even if you're deaf (bounce ta this)
No matter what you're doing, no matter what you're doing
(dres intro repeats)
5.40 Acres And My Props
Showbiz got props, tell me who got the props
A.g. got props, tell me who got the props
Give me my props for '92
It's me and showbiz, and this is what we gonna do
Give you some now, save some for later
Here's a portion, yo show, kick the flavor
Record labels try and juice me (for what？) for my papers
The offer me a mule (and what else？) and 40 acres
I'm dissing snakes now, there's no time to catch the vapors
I'm not a pup (for what？) a muppet caper
And all the ghetto groupies get free with the quickness
And show concentrates and only thinks about business
I hate a sellout cause he puts me in a rage
I play krs and throw that ass off the stage
So give me my props cause i always stay clever
And ain't nothing changd but the weather
Get your act together, cause i got mines together
Don't front on the brother with the pelle pelle leather
I'm show b-i-z, my partner's a.g.
Chill with greg n-i-c-e or my brother d-r-e-s
And what's up to lord finesse
And i'd like to give shouts to my peeps shorty and wes
People say i'm soup, crazy cash i recoup
Nowadays i just troop in my green legend coupe
Record companies try to juice me for my papers
They offer me a mule and about 40 acres
They try ot gain from my royalties
Push me towards the dotted line but you know i didn't sign
Labels know straight up when we meet
Interfere with my career and it's back to the streets
Bang bang or the pow pow
I settle the beef the best way i know how
Release the savage beast if i'm not taking care
Rap is my career and it's my only way outta here
Every chance i do damage
And i manage to use all the anger to my advantage
All that is cool, but my brain is the tool
Gimme my props so we all can rule
Don't show off my skills, i just sprinkle em
And you're sleeping on my props, wake up before you wrinkle them
Gimme my props yo, more than a cop yo
Til i master hip-hop, i won't stop yo (repeat 4x)
The say bmw's a black man's wish
I wish for an sp-1200 and some discs
Negativity the least, my material's is cease
Saying peace to the brothers in the belly of the beast
People saying 'why show wanna rhyme？'
I didn't wanna get back and do fed time
I wanna live right and exact, i don't wanna be the fat cat
Off the crack and have the feds down my back
If the money's stacked, take a step back, black
Or you'll be wearing four four numbers like a quarterback
I was raised one deep by mom dukes and no dad
And now i grab a #2 pencil and a pad
Or erasermate if i make mistakes i erase
And me a diamond go diggin' in the crates
(where's my 40 acres？) not the projects of course
I asked for a mule, i got an iron horse
Shit goes on as the song plays
Can a devil fool a muslim？ nah, not nowadays
On your mark, get set, pass the 40, let's jet
A fat rhyme is what you want, a fat rhyme is what you'll get
It's thorough, from begining to end
The beat is fat, what can i say？ show you did it again
I got the hat on my head, pepe's on my behind
Fans on my back, and money on my mind
I don't sweat the stress, take the bitter with the sweet
Did i let you know i have the tims on my feet？
You know my stats when i came around
Saying 'damn he's living fat' when i haven't even gained a pound
Friends til the end, never will i diss ya
My people's r.i.p., you know i'm gonna miss ya
40 acres and my props, the name of the song
A.g. is saying peace and i'm gone
Gimme my props yo, more than a cop yo
Til i master hip-hop, i won't stop yo (repeat 4x)
6.Runaway Slave
Runaway... runaway slave (8x)
Verse one：a.g.
Livin in the slums with the bums, the rats and the stray cats
Dogs with the rabies, little babies are having babies
Juveniles act wild
Every footstep you take, on every corner there's a crack vial
Pushers, dealers, crackheads are buying
Now the dealer's in jail, all the crackheads are dying
My man got aids, he was hit hard
To get laid, he paid a crackhead for a five dollar quick job
In the ghettoes this stuff you have to find
A beer will relax my mind but i still pack my nine
Cause i'm aware of all evil and devilishment
Because i'm living in a rat like settlement
Sometimes it's hard to manage
I grab a forty take a sip and let the mental do the damage
Yeah i'm woozy and my eyes are red
But it's better than a uzi and a brotherman is dead
See nine out of ten are black on black crimes
Four out of nine were killed before their prime
The other five wanted vengeance
So now five out of five are doin a jail sentence
Ask the giant i've been through it
So when i reach to the top, i say the ghetto made me do it
And i know how to strive, huh
Born and raised in the ghetto so you know i can survive
Chorus：runaway... runaway slave (8x in background)
I gotta getaway, i gotta do it now
Or find a better way, so how that sound (both lines repeat 4x)
Verse two： a.g.
Chapter two, of every black man's diary
Drugs and diseases, put in our society
Kill another brother and it's bravery
Come on that's one step backwards into mental slavery
Yeah you best believe that's reality
You got black on black then there's police brutality
Yeah it's bad but what makes it sad
Is that i'm being harassed by a black man with a badge
He's sellin out because he's two-faced
But you only got one race, you only got a nigga's face
He's sellin out because times is hard
And old ladies are gettin robbed cause i can't find a job
Fight to the top, and the other man'll drop
And gettin treated like savages will stop
You got the right plan, but goin about it the wrong way
Divided is the long way united is the strong way
Too many died for us to take a pause
So let's all get ours, and stop tryin to get yours
Walk a straight path, but it's so easy to stumble
So weak minds crumble in the concrete jungle
Get your chance to sell drugs, you don't pass up
But a fast buck will wind up to be your last buck
It's a damn shame, you're deaf dumb and blind
Did it ever cross your mind, you're killin off your own kind
And pretty soon even you will be a goner
Easy access to guns, liquor stores on every corner
Street knowledge is a must, you never learn enough
You're physically rough, but mentally you gotta be tough
We shall overcome with no doubt
The runaway slave is sayin peace and i'm out
Chorus
I gotta getaway, i gotta do it now
Or find a better way, so how that sound (2x)
'let's runaway, let's escape' (7x)
7.Hard To Kill
Before becoming a runaway slave, here's a taste of
Mental slavery. a backtrack...
('you don't catch hell because you're a methodist or a baptist
You don't catch hell because you're a democrat or republilcan
You don't catch hell because you're a mason or an elk
And you sure don't catch hell because you're an american
Because if you were an american you wouldn't catch no hell
You don't catch hell because you're a black man.')
Check it, many try to come close
Rest in peace to the deceased and the rest are comatose
I'm not a joke and i go for broke
And while i'm laughing you'll be gagging from the motherfucking
gunsmoke
Walk the streets and i play for keeps
And while i entertain suckers stay six feet deep
It was good while it lasted
Broken bones and asses, tombstones and caskets
I got fleeced, i'm not strapped, i'm a get you back
Me saying 'mayday' with an ak, picture that
Getting my props while you're propless
And if you try and escape, we'll take grandma for hostage
I carry my joint
Hoping to smoke a sucker just to keep on point
When dre's team goes to extremes call up an m.d.
Wetting a strip til my whole clip is empty
Oh-ops and tecs ready to wreck the site
Whoever's next to step is knifed in broad daylight
Don't try to run, you'll get blocked off
I got spotted by a cop, so now that cop is knocked off
If i get back i get out with the quickness
The d.a., the judge and the jury's on my hitlist
Dressed in black with a hoodie and a low hat
(what you did？) spoke to the witness, now the witness don't know
jack
The giant and his crew are ill
We're sick-ass convicts, we're hard to kill
My boys from new york (is hard to kill)
The brothers from jersey (is hard to kill)
I say out in philly (is hard to kill)
And the brothers in boston (is hard to kill)
To all my peeps in cali (is hard to kill)
Don't forget about atlanta (is hard to kill)
To all my boys in connecticut (is hard to kill)
To my crew in texas (is hard to kill)
I'm around the way, 141st and 3rd
40 bottles on the curb and my man got the bag of herb
Another brother tried to get ill
And try to take me out on my block, he forgot i was hard to kill
I ran for cover so the brother missed
He hit my man in the head, now ed is dead, yo what is this？
I won't stop until i see him rest
He got popped by the cops, too late for the ems
Ain't no chance for survival (why's that？)
He tried to go head on, now he's dead on arrival
Now you know i don't play around
Cause the clown is face down and uptown is his burial ground
You want beef？ well the more the merrier
And i'm a bury that man's clan in the same area
My entourage is fully strapped
Turning your hard bodyguards to wussy, and pussy cats
You know how we do it
Putting the glock to the test, go get your vest, i'm going right
through it
He survived in intensive care
Did the impossible in the hospital (knocked him off right there)
I'm an expert at disposal
You see, everyone goes, on foes i'm killing hoes too
Nobody takes the witness stand
Your ass is out, i'm cleaning niggas out like spic 'n' span
You want beef with a mastermind？
But it's fine, pass the nine, now it's disaster time
I love conflict and confrontation
Killing enemies worse than kennedy's assassination
But that's not my style
I just got buckwild so i could prove i was versatile
Styles go on and on
A.g. is all about peace, speaking of peace, now i'm gone
To the brothers in d.c. (is hard to kill)
And the brothers in va (is hard to kill)
Down in north carolina (is hard to kill)
How about the brothers in maryland？ (is hard to kill)
8.Hold Ya Head
Once again back again with my friends
Diamond's beats are fat just like a benz
Andre the giant is great, but i should also mention
Lord finesse, he's the funky technician
I'm on my way to the studio, it's the only way that i know
How to play down low
Punching keys like rocky balboa
Saying rest in peace to tshaka figeoroa
Some got to grow up before they blow up
And did you ever know a young brother who had shit sewed up？
Rented some bm's some volvos, some benz
So much jewls i had to pass shit down to my friends
But when down and out and pockets are low
See how fast friends go when there's no cash flow
So i head for the top, times are hard
Pushing moms, no pops, i had to get my own props
I can wild out, but instead
I just keep to myself and showbiz just hold his head
Wally world (just hold ya head)
True dog (just hold ya head)
Kerry dope (just hold ya head)
My cousin chris (just hold ya head)
Hold ya head, that's what showbiz said
In memory of koto harris, the eulogy read：
Another friend was laid to rest
This world is just chaos, confusion, and a big mess
But we got to keep striving
To leave town, never stay down but keep rising
＞from the ghetto, not always ghetto minded
Some is striving, the finish line they never find it
All of the sudden they life stops
＞from black on black to harassed by white cops
Some went into jail to do time
They take away your time, your freedom, and your state of mind
So pay attention, these are facts, black
Take it from the giant cause i've been there and back
This is advice so take it
Stay strong on your path, and you will make it
I'm not trying to tell you what to do
Just hold ya head, and everything else will follow through
To tyrell (just hold ya head)
To cool k (just hold ya head)
My brother kel (just hold ya head)
Big todd (just hold ya head)
Green light, that's go or should i stop？
I'm not trying to get bagged by any narc cops
What are you, on dope, or is this a joke？
Is this the day you pull me over, searching for cracks and coke？
What's the problem, you know i'm sober
If you drove a fucking nova you wouldn't have to pull over
You're making me late, my papers is straight
Never hesitate to run a check and then let me skate
Take my business card, it's in my left hand
You got the right motherfucker but the wrong goddamn plan
So pass me by, or you wonder why
Niggas pull out their glock and point it right between your eye
But i got my shit together, i never flip with the weather
And i always think clever
I think positive and legit
I gotta give big shouts to my peeps kendu and infinite
Brothers stare into my face like i'm a sucker
It's too easy to kill another young motherfucker
So i ignore it, i turn the other cheek
Yo show, you ain't got any time for these niggas, these boys is
weak
Some punks want to spit razors shit for rocks
Packing a glock, and i don't shoot blanks
Young boys that thought they was ready, step to this
They made wrong moves because that ass got rocksteady
Down the line, far from kind
Whip in behind, and still packing nothing but a nine
Back on the block, or out on the streets
I recoup a dre's scheme real neat to make ends meet
But i can't live trife, shot stabbed with a knife
I want kids and a wife, not 25 to life
Negative thoughts are dead
Showbiz is the man that always hold his motherfucking head
To my man tone (just hold ya head)
To mad mark (just hold ya head)
To carmello (just hold ya head)
To big jordan (just hold ya head)
Yeah, even though we can say rest in peace to the brothers that
ain't here,
It's just never going to bring you back. so we got to love the
ones that
We're close to now. and i say, and i say, and we out. a.g., my
man.
I'd like to say what's up to my man icewater, my man d-smooth,
my brother cali
Dog, just to everybody man, just hold ya motherfucking head.
Word, cause we've been there, and we in here. out, and we out.
9.He Say, She Say
He say, she say, brothers be yapping
Running they mouths and don't even know what happened
Just for conversation you run your lip
And now my man's got problems, so now he's got to flip
His girl is heated, and she's leaving too
Because you ran your mouth, what you said wasn't even true
See my man's name is victor
His brother mike is boning shante, that's eric's sister
Mike had a girl, but shante knew
But on the downlow a little rendevous
One day upstairs the two were chilling
His girl popped up, yep yep, she started illing
Mike said that's victor's undercover lover
So victor caught on and had to cover for his brother
Walked shante home, and said so long
But somebody saw the two and thought they had something going on
It got around like a hula hoop
And you made it your business, victor's girl knew the scoop
Know she's beefing, flipping and crying
Didn't believe when he said that they were lying
It's over, the relationship is done
Victor was a loyal brother if i ever knew one
You say he's wrong, but that's not a fact
See if you don't know the story then you shouldn't say jack
Well it's over anyway, huh
And victor is the victim of he say, she say
('he say, she say, i heard it throught the grapevine' - greg
nice) (repeat 4x)
Losing a girl is one thing, but there's another side
Of he say she say, a lot of brothers died
All the gossip don't belong in the streets
＞from another brother talking now you got major beef
Two kids had a beef, one was your man
They went out like troopers, and they went out with their hands
Your man took a loss, but he left it at that
But you made it your business to say he was coming back
The other kid wouldn't have it
So he ran to his car, yeah he packed the automatic
And you knew he wasn't joking
So you called up your man, 'yo yo, we gotta smoke em'
Came downstairs with the nine and the vest
Little did you know he didn't aim for the chest
Caught him in the head, now your man is dead
Rest in peace chief, cause of something that you said
Tell it to his family on his funeral day
And your man is a victim of he say, she say
('he say, she say, i heard it throught the grapevine' - greg
nice) (repeat 4x)
Somebody told my man that the giant is dead
He went out like a trooper and took two to the head
Somebody said to me that i'm not a.g.
Because the giant is dark-skinned and 6'3'
Somebody told show that a.g. can't flow
That witch is crazy, because you know i'm good to go
(ayo i heard showbiz is making money off the crack)
He doesn't have to jack, because he's making fat tracks
You don't even know and that's upsetting me
And i won't be a victim, so don't put me in jeopardy
The ones who yapped this goes out
Always putting other words in other people's mouth
I'm a end it on this note, okay？
Don't let em make you a victim of he say, she say
('he say, she say, i heard it throught the grapevine' - greg
nice) (repeat 4x)
10.Represent
Refrain：('i'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick')
Yeah, big l is the first to represent.
Verse one：big l
Yo, on the mic is big l, that brother who kicks flavs, god.
Known for sendin' garbage mcs to the graveyard.
I pack a gat, not a slingshot;
Step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like rodney king got.
Or get beat to your death like cochise,
My laws is no peace, fuck the police.
Mcs get braggin' about cash they collect,
But them chumps is like ray charles,
Cuz they ain't seen no money yet.
Trash rappers i tax and spark,
I be wettin' niggas up like water rides at action park.
A nigga stuck me, and that ain't funny son,
So i got money gun, they wet him and his honey bun.
Cuz phony faggots i froze, it's a fact,
I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows.
L is the rebel type, i'm rough as a metal pipe,
Fuck a benz, cuz i could pull skins on a pedal-bike.
Props, i got the most, no mc comes close,coast-to-coast,
Shows i host, foes i roast, adios, i'm ghost...
Refrain
Verse two： d'shawn
Yo, street ？ in new york is a place this nigga stands
With a machete i'm a crazy eddie scissorhands.
Born with such a thirst to kill,
I can tap 200 quarters from a $50 bill.
Cuttin' bitch-niggas down with a hundred pound axe
Like i was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle i be stabbin',choppin' mcs like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin' cabins.
I'm a maniac magician, abra cadabra,
Makin' pain appear cuz i'm-a grab arusty chain to make a noose
To choke your ass so hard, you're spittin' fuckin' adam's apple
juice.
So come check the magic show by deshawn,
And witness the way i put you to death with a magic wand.
Turnin' your home to a casket,
Turn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastard.
Cuz i love to keep mcs sufferin',
Beggin' for big, heavy bags of bufferin.
Baseball battin' 'em, splattin' 'em,
So many homicide records, my cases went platinum.
D'shawn is nice;
Known for givin' out head cracks without touchin' dice.
Just pain and punishment from the boogie down bronxter...
D'shawn the maniac street mobster.
Refrain
Verse three： lord finesse
It's the f-i-n-e-double-s-e,
Don't play or stress me
Cause that shit don't impress me
I make papes off the shit i create, and then dictate
So get your motherfuckin shit straight
I got skills and i'm hard to kill,
So y'all bitch-ass rappes better chill and just guard your grill
You grab a mic and always get hype
Talkin bout fuckin niggaz up
When you can bearly beat your dick right
So stop ridin my dilznick
Cause i can still kick the ill shit on the motherfuckin real tip
Hit like foreman when i'm brawlin
Those who think i'm fallin, i'll play your monkey-ass like a
organ
I got crazy niggas in the city noid
Got mad bitches, but it's not cause i'm a motherfuckin
pretty-boy
I'm ruthless, i'm not on that goody-goody tip
That shit played out with that beat street／electric boogie shit
I'll stomp any rapper that you ？？？
If they ass is weak, they better chill and grab a seat
And go 'head with they master plan
Stevie wonder probably see me 'fore half you rappers can
You can't hang and you're fallin fast
You rappers that's trash better dash and start haulin ass
Cuz i'm out to rag shit
Fuck up a show, collect my dough
And step off with a bad bitch
Spectators always have the best time
When they come to a show and hear a funky lord finesse rhyme
I'm out to get bigger, lounge and make rich figures
You'll never catch finesse associating with bitch niggaz
I work overtime when it's time to go for mine
Crab-ass rappers, don't even front cuz ya'll know the time
So it's time for me to step
Peace to showbiz and ag and i'm off to the left
Refrain
Verse four： ag
Check-check-check it. a to the g is gonna wreck it.
On stage, on my record, so nigga don't forget it.
I'm the man. the one-man-band is on my right hand.
(his name is show nitwit, so get wit the program)
I get a hit from my buddha blessed.
Turn my hat to the back, now let's see who's the best.
I like my pockets fat, never ever flat.
Niggas wanna jack, my .45 ain't havin' that.
Hoes get no dough, so why try？
Think it's gonna be a hit 'n' run？ wrong, it's a drive-by.
Niggas catchin' tantrums,because your girl's never safe around
The midnight phantom.
They predicted i'm-a fall;
They must be down with michael jackson cuz that shit is off the
wall.
You don't believe me, ask that brother show：
Snatchin' hotties, grabbin' hotties, lettin' mothafuckers know.
You come wrong if you don't come strong...
You better catch wreck! mothafucker, i made the song.
Styles will vary, they won't carry over.
Don't fuck with no devil, i'd rather marry oprah.
Yeah, you got it, i'm pro-black,
And my skills are so phat, i pay my dues, i don't owe jack.
You bite my style, i can spot it.
Tryin' real hard to get it,
You can forget it, because you don't got it.
And my skills are excellent.diggin' in the crates
And it's time to represent!
Refrain
11.Silence Of The Lambs
Yeah, it's time to silence the lambs. let niggas know what time
it is
On the real tip, know what i'm saying？ showbiz ＆ a.g. killing
all the
Garbage going around, know what i'm saying？ a.g. still got it
going on,
Showbiz got it going on. and we going to kick a little flavor
like this.
In 1992, i silence the lambs.
Now this goes for those who thought i fell
But it's more to tell, cause them suckers are sort of jel
Cause the giant finally got his props
We can box rhyme for knots and see who got the biggest glocks
It don't matter cause i can withstand
I got no hair on my chest but i'm still the motherfucking man
I won't fall and i never fell
Busting and chrushing tall all of y'all who take a fucking l
You think you're able to win？
You better chill cause you never will, you ain't and you never
been
You can't faze me so sit and praise me
When i'm finished slaying y'all be saying 'that nigga's crazy'
That's how i like it, yeah they fear me
Their face is scary, they know i'm coming but they can't hear me
I'm crushing motherfuckers that's coming up
The champ is me, see, it ain't no runner ups
I'm catching wreck because i'm getting vexed
You can forget it if you think you're going to get it and rip it
next
Yeah, whatever's clever
And like heatwave i'm slaying niggas always and forever
Let me know that i'm still the man
And killing all the riff raff in the silence of the lambs
Showbiz and i silence the lambs
To my partner a.g., silence the lambs
To my man lord finiesse, silence the lambs
To my peeps gangstarr, silence the lambs
To nice and smooth, silence the lambs
To my peeps black sheep, silence the lambs
To my man chi-ali, silence the lambs
To my man jazzy jay, silence the lambs
To my partner diamond d, silence the lambs
To my man fat joe, silence the lambs
Now who's stepping first, cause it's time for the second verse
You wanna withdraw？ then don't stall, cause it's getting worse
I gotta show off my stuff
If it's a 40 i'll take a sip, if it's a blunt, then i'll take a
puff
I'm undisputed even when i'm bhudded
So act like bo jackson after surgery and don't do it
Yapping, diss a.g., it won't happen
While your jaws are japping, it's your girl that i'm tapping
Then she'll bust a nut and guess what, now i'm flowing
You try and act wild, i'll pull ya foul cause your style is
stolen
My crew said to catch wreck
Then tell me why you want to flex showing knowing that i'm going
next？
Is it because i'm your idol right？
Cause i'm hitting harder than a champ in a heavyweight title
fight
You tried to quote some shit i wrote
You try to play me like a kid and i'll shove a doll down your
fucking throat
You see me coming, start ducking down
When i speak, you don't speak, so shhhh, don't make a fucking
sound
You wanna go through hell？
Well you thought i fell, so come on and take a fucking l
Rappers caught jel when i jumped on the scene
They said i was a rookie and my name was charlie sheen
Some talked about my concert, they said i was wack
And 20% of beats was in my house in stacks and stacks
If i was blind i might break like a referee
So the next man can't see round two or three
It takes round one to get the job done
A lesson and a blessing it's great to be show, son
I don't talk tough, i'm not a tough guy
I'd rather buy a bean pie from a guy with a bow tie
Peace to f.o.i. cause they got the skills
To make brothers that act ill, chill
Wall to wall on the dance floor
I want to see your arms up even if you ain't sure
Before i kick styles that's legit
You gotta cover the mic with tissue cause i talk much shit
I leave girls with a smile and fellas real stunned
I make hard rocks split away, forget those young guns
Here's a new rap list blowing rappers out the anus
If you weak and grab the mic i'll make you famous
So don't flip or i'll hush you like a kid
In a crib, damn, it's time to silence the lamb
Big l gotta silence the lambs
To my man d'shawn gotta silence the lambs
To naughty by nature, silence the lambs
A tribe called quest gotta silence the lambs
To the zulu nation, silence the lambs
To my man kid kapri, silence the lambs
To the crew main source, silence the lambs
To bdp, silence the lambs
To the brother freddie foxxx, silence the lambs
Pete rock and c.l. smooth silence the lambs
Afrika bambaataa gotta silence the lambs and
X-clan gotta silence the lambs
12.Party Groove(Bass Mix)
Throw your hands in the air for the party goove (repeat 6x)
You wanna see showbiz (get wicked)？ (repeat 6x)
And it's the party groove, it's the groove of the party
So girls fix your weave and come shake your body
I'm a lady to me, like crime is to gotti
If you can't afford moet, then drink bicardi
Cause it's all the same there is no shame
I'm a sit back, relax, grab a girl, and kick game
And dre pass the fifth, and that's only if
I crew hold they head, no beef and don't riff
Cause gangsta images show can't get with
And i don't understand (understand what？)
The ignorance (the ignorance) i said the ignorance (the
ignorance)
And now it's time to prove i make you dance to the party groove
It ain't nothing but a party y'all (repeat 4x)
You wanna see a.g. (get wicked)？ (repeat 8x)
Rap and roll, mix and mingle
Doobie cuts big butts, yeah, but only if you're single
Now it's time for us to jingle
The gift as if my name was kris kringle
We boogie down (in the boogie down)
A.k.a. the bronx, yes my home town
Girls and guys that's good looking
No matter from queens, manhattan, or brooklyn
Stay home alone if you're a pooper
But come out no doubt if you're a trooper
Yeah party with me, you got nothing to lose
The giant saying peace to the party groove
And signing off is showbiz ＆ a.g., listen to words of dj kid
capri
13.Soul Clap(Short Version)
Just clap your hands to the beatbox (4x)
Verse one：a.g.the giant is greater,
So step backi know you were told black,
About the soul clapand i'ma keep climbin gwith beats that's fat,
Cause that's showbiz and diamond d
Don't believe all the heresay
Cause i'ma get the airplay while the fans say 'yeah 'dre!'
And i'm on the lyrical tip
For you to whip the giant,
That'll be a miracle whip
So everybody crowd around
And let's all get down, to the soul clap sound
So pump your fist, here we go
Showbiz ＆ a.g. so act like you know
A combination of the new and the old rap
Me showbiz and diamond d yeah we got the soul clap
Just clap your hands to the beatbox (4x)
Aiyyo, can i get a soul clap？
C'mon!can i get a soul clap？
C'mon!i said can i get a soul clap？
C'mon!can i get a soul clap？
C'mon! c'mon!
Verse two： a.g.i love hip-hop, not rock and roll
Yeah i'm a giant, and i got lots of soul
I've been a giant since i was a kid
They always thought i was big from the damage that i did
I roll up rappers like a dt
And don't worry yo, because the brothers can't see me
Light-skinned curly hair i keep dwellin
I don't care about my hair, my records are sellin
A.g., my right hand man is kay-gee
Kenny dope you know, marley marl is my little bro
Infinite he's in effect
Big ty is snappin necks, better yet he's packin tecs
Yeah they sleep, they can't quite tell
They know that i'm short, but do they know that
I fight wellthose who diss me, that's ok
Because my jam is gonna slam and i don't care what you say
A giant in the mental, yeah you know that
And i'm hangin with this new one and it's called the soul clap
Just clap your hands to the beatbox (4x)
Aiy-aiyyo, can i get a soul clap？
C'mon!can i get a soul clap？
C'mon!i said, can i get a soul clap？
C'mon!can i get a soul clap？
C'mon! c'mon!
Verse three： a.g.i do work, at any god damn concert
And if you said that i didn't, then i got jerked
You musta asked the wrong people
Cause when i make my stand every man knows that i'm lethal
Never back down, my crew's in the background
I get hyped when showbiz lays the tracks down
When i'm finished, you'll say he's the mack
Cause i'm raw and my god damn beats are fat
Yeah i'm a giant, that's what you better say
You don't believe me then go check my resume
I done killed more suckers than a world war
And even more, after a world tour
From state to state, sea to sea
On every continent,
I'm a g-i-a-n-t
I'm a.g. yeah the one you can't hold back
You want your party to pump？
Then throw on the soul clap
C'mon!can i get a soul clap？
C'mon!i said can i get a soul clap？
C'mon!can i get a soul clap？
C'mon! c'mon!
Just clap your hands to the beatbox (4x)
Can-can i get a soul clap？
C'mon!can i get a soul clap？
C'mon!i said can i get a soul clap？
C'mon!can i get a soul clap？
C'mon!can-i-can-i get a soul clap？
C'mon!can i get a soul clap？
C'mon!can-i-can-i get a soul clap？
C'mon!can i get a soul clap？
C'mon!can-i-can-i get a soul clap？
C'mon!can i get a soul clap？
C'mo...can-i-can-i-can-i get a soul clap？
C'mon!can i get a soul clap？
C'mon!i said, can i get a soul clap？
C'mon!can i get a soul clap？
C'mon! c'mon!
14.Catchin' Wreck
Catchin' wreck y'all, on the microphone
Catchin' wreck huh, snapping necks yo (repeat 2x)
Ready, ready as can be, to make my debut on the m-i-c
Showbiz is my name i'm down with the goodfellas
I be down to average bootleggers
For selling my tapes on 125th
If they said i was weak i show and prove that's a myth
Cause show is what i give em, and 'biz' is short for busy
If a nigga thinks he's great step up, who is he？
I have him slaving to the rhythm like toby akeze
I get him dizzy, i toss his ass like a frisbee
In other words a kite as his head takes flight
I'm not the type (mike tyson gets paid to fight)
So cut the bull, make sure your pockets are full
And stop trying to prove you got pull
Cause it's a simple beat that me and jay put together
It's time to catch wreck, yo dre now or never
Catchin' wreck yo, that's the subject
I'll break a leg yo, but not a neck check (repeat 2x)
On my records you hear me kick a verse and
But i never sound worse in person
Matter fact, i only get better, and better and better
And never ever change with the weather
Now you step to a.g., you get your ass kicked
A few stitches a cast or a casket
I'm the calm one, but my crew is sort of sick
I'm low key, but my pockets stay thick
Thick like a shake, or thick like a brick
Matter fact better yet, thick like a...
Pass me a brew, a 40 ounce of dew
Take a sip then i pass it to the rest of my crew
I'm stemo, ready to catch demo
So i call showbiz inside the stretch limo
Gimme a beat and a bassline
Whoever think i'm wack come and take mine
A petty diss？ i'll ignore it
But when it comes to hitting skins, you know i'm all for it
The pretty ones, the big titty ones
The cuties with the booties not the itty bitty ones
I line them up and knock em down like bowling pins
If i don't have a ride then i use my black tims
Gotta catch wreck, gotta catch wreck
Gotta catch wreck, i gotta gotta...
Catchin' wreck y'all, on the microphone
Catchin' wreck y'all, snapping necks huh (repeat 2x)
I'm far from getting booed, i never met the sandman
The pointers is my sister, so yes we can-can
And act like a choir and clap with our hands
Or give a soul clap, that's my jam in demand
If brothers take a stand, we beating down clans
Put a peace sign in the air for the 90's that's my plan
I had to catch wreck to put the suckers in check
I had to catch wreck to get wrecked
Catchin' wreck yo, that's the subject
I'll break a leg yo, but not a neck check (repeat 2x)
Show b-i-z, a.g. that's me
Andre the giant for those who can't see
Soon to be the fattest, i don't want to be the baddest
All i want to do is maintain my status
I might rap a tune but i'll never sing a song
I make my rhymes simple so you can sing along
You see me at a show, you know i'm good to go
You can tell cause i don't yell, all i do is flow
Catchin' wreck yo, that's the subject
I'll break a leg yo, but not a neck check (repeat 2x)
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