| Lyrics: | 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 |
