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All I see is blinkin' lights, track boards and fat mikes |
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950's, SP12's, MP60's |
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Shit is thumping ear drums pumpin' |
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The shit is type hype 'cause the sample is tight right |
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Right that's one to leave teethless |
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Never sweat that 'cause I'm a cool cat just like Heathcliff |
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Peep this give up the loop |
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It's 94 and bitch ass niggas getting still with the boot |
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the north flakes 'cause I'll be flowing in all states |
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Show kept diggin' and diggin' and now he got more crates |
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that's right nigga roll that dime and I'm |
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the only living matter that controls my mind |
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peace to every single rapper on this whole earth |
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sellout's got no worth I think they better go soul searching... |
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Showbiz... A.G. (brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten) |
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Showbiz... A.G. (brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten) |
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Now here I go again ready to flow again |
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And if the course stay clear oh yeah I'm still going in |
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Get it together or you'll be laying on a stretcher |
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I betcha I'm a getcha the number one heart stresser |
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Sorry black that's right it's a cardiac |
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caress try to triple team the best then where's party at |
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Law's to no one and a warrior like Shogun |
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And when the show's done stacks and stacks is how the Ho's come |
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I bouge your feeling confidence is to the ceiling |
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If I'm sick I pick the chick for sexual healings |
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I'm unique a freak like Malik |
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In the twilights with more highlights than Dominique |
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Around my boys is where the jell stops |
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Ups to the streets the jeeps my peeps in the cell blocks |
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I'm not the best but I give ya stress |
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To flatter me is strategy gotta be more complex than chess |
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Stop bluffin cause you ain't saying nothing gee |
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And start duckin I'm the A to the fuckin G |
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Last LP we got down right |
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Showing all these corny motherfuckers what hiphop's supposed to sound like |
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See A.G. and the brother Show |
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Quiet as kept is best that you step on the low |
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Showbiz... A.G. (brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten) |
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Showbiz... A.G. (brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten) |
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Well it's me meaning the A to the dash |
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I'm fast to get the cash now I'm going like the path |
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What's the remedy suckas better get their own identity |
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And took the enemy you better roll like it's Cannamy |
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Fake lords they get strangled with mic cords |
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Taking beats from my LP for sure ain't healthy |
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Madison Projects is where I rest |
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But I claim the whole planet cause it's mine god dammit |
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I'm God took the bulla fake ? |
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Wreck Boston running shit ? |
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It's hard to face the feet when you're raised in the street |
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No surrender and no patrique |
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Now dance with the devil no not hardly |
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Even though I mamba like a bomber and smoke ganja like Bob Marley |
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A bag of sess puts me at my rest |
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You say it's silly, that's my ??? hit the philly and let it rest |
