My raps are homicide, raps are clear like crystal
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Never packed a pistol, well I used it, ain't the issue
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And if you insist to test us, trust me
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We're official, a bite-proof style you can't get through
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New shit was real from day one
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Say one verse, then I burst with the love so I can slay hon
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Ain't none, that's the answer on who's better
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Want more cheese than cheddar, soon to breeze like the weather
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My companion is standing on non-believers
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With mics you can't test me, you lose against the SP
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Blacker than Wesley, almost perfect like Gretzky
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You supposed to be the best? Step up, let's see
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Check one two, that means I'm coming, too
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But in my song, if I say "Peace, I'm gone" that means I'm through
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Monster, will stomp ya, til you suffocate
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Turn read, now dead is your mental state
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If you didn't know before, guess you know now!
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(It's Show & A.G. and this is how it's going down) (Repeat 2x)
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It's the A to the G-I, still with Show B-I
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I can't see why you're trying to play me when you're knee-high
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To a giant, moneygrip, you don't know me
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Try my like Opie, cause I'm low key
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With the spotlight I'm not concerned
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You can ask Guru and Primo cause we know it's "Hard to Earn"
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Spo burn, baby, burn
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It's the year of the only little big man, so wait your turn
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Who can get with the man with no gimmicks?
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Got the mad team like the '96 Olympics
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I used to wish chicks would notice me
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They be scheming, got them bitches fiending just like Jodeci
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Hopelessly, cause the dialouge is tight
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I rip it and split, never hog the mic
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Write with my brain cells, not a pencil
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Can't survive what I've been through, or rent space in my mental
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If you didn't know before, guess you know now!
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(It's Show & A.G. and this is how it's going down) (Repeat 4x)
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Bring me on some happy shit, I turn this bitch into Happy Land
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Burn it down, call the fireman, cause I'm around
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So eat your Wheaties and your vitamins
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I smoke a pound of the black cheeba cheeba
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I'm a see you on the verse, Back and Forth like Aalyiah
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From the vill and the have, I rocks on like Rage
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Party with Arty, around the World with Wally
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Artifical mic handlers get broken, I'm potent
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Shit I be quoting be having brothers open
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You'll get knocked off the top if you think I can't rock it
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Rush ya like Russia, call my bluff, I'm a hush ya
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I'm coocoo for Coca, you slowpoke, we had this style last year
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This past year we was no joke
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This year, I'm getting light from gripping mics
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Fans getting hype and my pockets getting right
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With my nigga Trigger T.O., you know how we go
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On that reel-to-reel shit, you feel it, fuck your ego
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Peace to brother Show, who's on this track, and in fact
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I'm out with no doubt, peace and it's like that
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To all my fellas, I got your back (I got your back)
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If you didn't know before, guess you know now!
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(It's Show & A.G. and this is how it's going down) (Repeat 8x)
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You Know Now
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| Showbiz & A.G. |
