[Party Arty] Now look me in my eyes and tell me what you see
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[A.G.] The neighbahood sickness (You know my shit is hot)
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So bear witness (Repeat 2x)
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[Party Arty]
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Yo! You step to me with a style that's good, miss
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Battle me around, bitches when I'm finished they say "Oh my goodness!"
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I grab the jack and shank the nigga with a knife
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The last nigga that fought me ended up fighting for his life
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WHAT? I'm quick to leave a nigga comatose
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I'm putting niggas to rest from the East or the West Coast
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A crazy motherfucker if you've never seen one
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Always pack the heat and I sleep with a machine gun
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Now you know you can't see this
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Where I come from, many die, you'll get crucified like Jesus
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Nobody move, nobody get hurt
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Seventeen in the clip, so nigga put your dick in the dirt
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[A.G.]
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The best that ever did it, so back up and maintain
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I manifest who I be on your chest just like a name chain
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They think they know of me because of my poetry
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You think you're nice, right? Then grab the mic and try to flow with me
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It's a shakedown, no ends when I'm in town
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Wear my fake smiles since I put them corny Tims down
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I was still cool when it comes to the lyrical
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You want to get physical? That's a Goodfella ritual
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Get with you? Yeah, I can get with ya
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Step to me, A.G., it's got to be for my signature
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[Party Arty]
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Yo, you know my style, gimme yours since I got mines
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Step up and get done with a gun, call the crack line
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I get the nappy heads blowing
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I get wreck with a Tec under my Woolridge, when it's snowy
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Ayo, I gots to keep it real, G
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I get crazy, so please don't please me, nigga chill, B
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I'm running wild like a gang from L.A.
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Telling "Don't think, give me your link and your Pelle Pelle"
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[A.G.] Look me in my eyes and tell me what you see
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[Party Arty] I see the A to the G-I (Rolling with) Show B-I (Repeat 2x)
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[A.G.]
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It's the A to the G so don't sleep
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My second LP and I'm in too deep
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Always keep a low so you know I'm going to creep
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Always had to rumble in the jungles of the concrete
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Now a nigga try to set it? He'll regret it
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If he's the crowd favorite, then he'll just get upsetted
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Brothers have a fit when I get into my shit
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Today, tomorrow, hollow fever order it
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I'm the nicest, like almighty Isis
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You want my flow? No, it's priceless
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Got to set it, G, to let 'em know my pedigree
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If your skills ain't rap, then perhaps you should let it be
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[Party Arty]
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Yo, I'm not Cypress Hill but I'm still insane
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I come with this ruggedness that be fucking with your brain
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Niggas always talking about how hot they are
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But I got that boom bap, orginal rap like the KRS-One
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The 6'4" wrecking team is killing crews
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Fuck around and get broke down like syllables
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It's Party Arty and the nigga that you've heard of
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Son, my rhymes are like Tech 9's, my techniques are murder, what?
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[A.G.]
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I'm strange, deranged, mentally disturbed
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A lunatic that's soon to flip on any nigga (Word)
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Chill in my rest 24-7, no less
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Don't test cause I'm so def (Oh yes)
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My brother's keeper with the flow like Aretha
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Like the Grim Reaper, my murder weapon is a speaker
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If a sucker steps he'll get ate up
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Cash for the blast, I'm smoking White Owls straight up
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And I'm a leave it on that note
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Cock T, L.D., and Wally World pass the smoke
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[A.G.] Look us in our eyes and tell us what you see
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[Party Arty] Some real brothers from the gutter, that's word to mother (Repeat 4x)
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Neighbahood Sickness
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Showbiz & A.G. |