showbiz a g - spit lyrics
featuring d flowlord finesse
[lord finesse]
it’s lord finessethe rhyme vet
like biggei’m “ready to die” but it ain’t my f-cking time yet
i bring the noise like statici cause havoc
when i grab the mic i pack a party like traffic
you know my stylei got the hip sound
i should be a construction workerthe way i be tearing sh-t down
one of the bestyou ought to shout it
bust a n-gg-‘s -ss and won’t give two thoughts about it
word, i hunt you down
i got a million reasons why none of you can f-ck around
i slay beginners, sautee contenders
sh-t, and be d-mned if i don’t walk away the winner
i kick facts, flip raps over hip tracks
you know what i’m saying? (yeah, i can dig that)
i’m gifted, my rhyme is wicked
when it comes to knowledge, i got jewels like the diamond district
i’m the dopest, the baddest, one of the fattest
chickenheads know my status
for those that’s waiting to doubt
i’m a play like pete rock & c.l. smooth and “straighten it out”
ayo show, my man (add on, add on!)
a.g. my man (add on, add on!)
ayo show my man (add on, add on!)
d-flow my man (add on, add on!)
[d-flow]
check it, i got the herb to bomb your brain
i’m a threat like saddam huessein, n-gg-s better know my name
i flow the same in a compet-tion
i break them clowns into something different, buck ’em with the f-cking smith &
wesson, mc’s never leave my section
finger on the trigger, i figure i kill that n-gg- for stepping
i tote the four-fifth, riff and get your jaw shift
flip phones and add jewels got me looking gorgeous
ignore the style and get bucked down, child
with the three-pound pile, blow! how you like me now?
the new improved flow, you know how i do so
whatever, a motherf-cking terror like cujo
i’m out to get mine, i want mils, god
n-gg-s that feel hard chill, f-ck around and get your grill scarred
it’s d-flow, you know my steelo, ceelo will let you know how we go
chop him like a kilo and let him die
[a.g.]
and then i’m a add on like arithmetic
suckers careers get stopped so stop who you riffing with
i’m on point with the snakes and fakes
ain’t the one (think i am?) you get hung like drapes
and it’s proven, point blank that’s the conclusion
seeing me losing, it’s all an illusion
like the raw ism, i’m a kiss him when i hurt him
then desert him, because the show & a.g. sh-t is sickening
giving stress to them snakes is a ritual
nights and north flakes, oh yes, they bless the physical
promote the glock? no i’m not
i use it as an art, ain’t got the heart to disrespect hip-hop
time to breeze, now i’m gone, the greats is rolling strong
so add on and on
ayo show, my man (add on, add on!)
a.g. my man (add on, add on!)
ayo show my man (add on, add on!)
d-flow my man (add on, add on!)
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