| Lyrics: | CHORUS X2
[Maestro] Fine tune da mic
[Showbiz] Engineer won't you check it
[Maestro]
It's the brother Maestro
[Showbiz] And Showbiz is going to wreck it
[Showbiz]
So
here I come (ha), so here I go (yo)
And when you hear (huh), you know it's brother Show
I
like to rock a hundred miles, but you know I'm far from running
Listen to the kicks and the
snares, you know It's stunning
I'm coming, I came, I'm only here to damage ya
I left my city
and my hometown to fly to Canada
To get a peace of mind and make beats on the low
And Show's
got a flow, a combo with Maestro
Fresh Wes, I never fess, big up to Diamond D
A.G. and my
partner Lord Finesse, can't forget Buckwild
People know my style, don't play me like a
child
Or your fam be sitting in the front aisle, of a funeral home
Put two to your dome, so
pass the microphone
The S-H-O-W-B-I-Z from 1-6-3, third and A-V-E
The trump can't see
me
Lick for lick, I change cars like brother cange kicks
And pick up chiocks and take them
to the flicks
So don't try to play big willie
I'll smoke you with a cripsy hundred dollar
bill
And make the chump feel silly, huh
You can't understand where my head's at
While I
made a record talking about liking my pockets fat
And not flat, not flat
And punks couldn't
take it if you had ten gats
And girls play my lap bcause I made Soul Clap
I guess it's like
that when you got a little stack
CHORUS X2
[Maestro Fresh Wes]
Well I'm
crushing, blood starts gushing when I'm bum rushing
Me and the mic is like Startsky and
Hutchin
Not a plumber but I'm guarenteed to fix Farrah's faucet
No I never ever lost it, now
I'mma toss it-acap |
