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Neighbahood sickness
[party arty] now look me in my eyes and tell me what you see
[a.g.] the neighbahood sickness (you know my shit is hot)
So bear witness (repeat 2x)
[party arty]
Yo! you step to me with a style that’s good, miss
Battle me around, bitches when I’m finished they say oh my goodness!
I grab the jack and shank the nigga with a knife
The last nigga that fought me ended up fighting for his life
What? I’m quick to leave a nigga comatose
I’m putting niggas to rest from the east or the west coast
A crazy motherfucker if you’ve never seen one
Always pack the heat and I sleep with a machine gun
Now you know you can’t see this
Where I come from, many die, you’ll get crucified like jesus
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Seventeen in the clip, so nigga put your dick in the dirt
[a.g.]
The best that ever did it, so back up and maintain
I manifest who I be on your chest just like a name chain
They think they know of me because of my poetry
You think you’re nice, right? then grab the mic and try to flow with me
It’s a shakedown, no ends when I’m in town
Wear my fake smiles since I put them corny tims down
I was still cool when it comes to the lyrical
You want to get physical? that’s a goodfella ritual
Get with you? yeah, I can get with ya
Step to me, a.g., it’s got to be for my signature
[party arty]
Yo, you know my style, gimme yours since I got mines
Step up and get done with a gun, call the crack line
I get the nappy heads blowing
I get wreck with a tec under my woolridge, when it’s snowy
Ayo, I gots to keep it real, g
I get crazy, so please don’t please me, nigga chill, b
I’m running wild like a gang from l.a.
Telling don’t think, give me your link and your pelle pelle
[a.g.] look me in my eyes and tell me what you see
[party arty] I see the a to the g-i (rolling with) show b-i (repeat 2x)
[a.g.]
It’s the a to the g so don’t sleep
My second lp and I’m in too deep
Always keep a low so you know I’m going to creep
Always had to rumble in the jungles of the concrete
Now a nigga try to set it? he’ll regret it
If he’s the crowd favorite, then he’ll just get upsetted
Brothers have a fit when I get into my shit
Today, tomorrow, hollow fever order it
I’m the nicest, like almighty isis
You want my flow? no, it’s priceless
Got to set it, g, to let ’em know my pedigree
If your skills ain’t rap, then perhaps you should let it be
[party arty]
Yo, I’m not cypress hill but I’m still insane
I come with this ruggedness that be fucking with your brain
Niggas always talking about how hot they are
But I got that boom bap, orginal rap like the krs-one
The 6’4 wrecking team is killing crews
Fuck around and get broke down like syllables
It’s party arty and the nigga that you’ve heard of
Son, my rhymes are like tech 9’s, my techniques are murder, what?
[a.g.]
I’m strange, deranged, mentally disturbed
A lunatic that’s soon to flip on any nigga (word)
Chill in my rest 24-7, no less
Don’t test cause I’m so def (oh yes)
My brother’s keeper with the flow like aretha
Like the grim reaper, my murder weapon is a speaker
If a sucker steps he’ll get ate up
Cash for the blast, I’m smoking white owls straight up
And I’m a leave it on that note
Cock t, l.d., and wally world pass the smoke
[a.g.] look us in our eyes and tell us what you see
[party arty] some real brothers from the gutter, that’s word to mother (repeat 4x
Ova mi e najomilenata pesna!!!... i ova
Show & A.G. - Got The Flava
featuring Method Man D. Flow Wali World & Party Arty
Chorus:
Show & A.G. got the flavas (the flavas)
Rollin with the dwellas and the neighbors (the neighbors)
Show & A.G. got the flavas (the flavas)
Rollin with the dwellas and the neighbors (the neighbors)
[D. Flow]
Hey yo no question I'm the best in this rap business
No doubt I'm strapped get back or get clapped rediculous son
I'm flippin this one (don't be dumb)
You better run or end up like my last victim
Shit that's real I already been through
Scared from the threats I sent you (it's all in the mental)
Jackin niggas like I'm in the Central
Cuttin through that ass like a Ginsu as I commense to
Get big with my nigs, A.G. & Showbiz
Now your idol was doin vital damage to your ribs
Word straight up and down, crab MCs get crushed
I'll leave your style cramped, my crew can't be touched
So when you hear the bomb you know it's D. Flow son
No one can fuck around, yeah that's right (no one)
[Wali World]
Hey yo the honies on the dilz cause I play ball good (it's all good)
I'm still representin the hood
Big shouts to Uncle Pete, you're my number one neighbor
No doubt I'm puffin later with my nigga Gary Aida
Peace to Roc Raider and all the goodfellas
People gettin jealous, well it's the brothers (the brothers)
On some other shit can't forget Shabazz
Representin not to mention that I'm gettin cash
Get with that or get with this because I'm kickin this
With the styles I'm runnin through niggas like Emmit Smith
[Party Arty]
Touchdown, I buck down MCs that step up
10 G's if you wanna MC wrecked up
The ghetto dwella's in your hood, hoodie down
Stomps from the Bronx, the boogie man from the Boogie Down
Momma never told me there would be days like this
That I'd be rippin tracks, gettin paid with my nigs
On tour, roar with that hardcore stuff
Niggas call bluffs (I give em no chance) I make it more rough
(And even slow dance) on niggas faces, rugged, fuck it
Them niggas got to love it cause we made this
I'm gettin papers with my peeps
As Party Arty keeps Bacardi so MCs meet the shotty
[A.G.]
Check the method but don't sweat the technique
Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak when the vets speak
(Hopin) That your head meets my bed sheets
(Now you're open) Like the Red Sea cause I'm potent
Don't fit? Don't force it, Flow got that 4-fifth
Who do with that voodoo, my doll it's that cordless
All this and that and then some
Get paid to put raps on tracks, I guess that's my income
The beat chills so they be comin back for refills
(My man shows his street skills) From here to the Peekskills
Kill the rumors, givin MCs brain tumors
Time to step off the set, gotta jet like Puma
Chorus (2x)
[Method Man]
What the blood clot, son lick a shot, show your love in the area
Forget me not, mass hysteria
My style revolves around blunts, the Methical
The one and only piece original, never phony
One love to my muthafucker A.G.
A true giant in the industry, hold your shoes up
(Word to God, youknowI'msayin)
Yeah, that's how it's goin down, you know who got the flava
We got the flava, the flava
So bring it on, so bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns, yeah
zakon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Goodfelas mi e najdobriot album na site vreminja,takvo sranje nema da se povtori vo ovoj milenium!
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