I've got something to prove These sleepless nights of thinking I can't find the time to move When I've just been out drinking And you You've got a lot
die easy Oh! Just disappear Oh! Well, my best friend, I knew these lives would end up here (and) [x2] I knew these lives would end up here? (Gracias a
friends die easy Oh! Just disappear Oh! Well, my best friend, I knew these lives would end up here (and) [x2] I knew these lives would end up here? (Gracias a
A to the G is what I be like The Neighborhood Sickness makes you feel the pain But the Medicine got the brain numb like novacaine Red hot, Got the Flavas, Show & A
Time to get down with the boogie [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: A.G.] I got a mind like Minolta Me and Show go back like the D.A. on Travolta I want cheese
'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
when you get your rocks off (Wack?) That's a rumor (In fact) It's soon to Show & A shines, stay on your mind like a brain tumor Here's the facts: Show
t know before, guess you know now! (It's Show & A.G. and this is how it's going down) [x2] It's the A to the G-I, still with Show B-I I can't see why
tell me what you see [Party Arty] I see the A to the G-I (Rolling with) Show B-I [x2] [A.G.] It's the A to the G so don't sleep My second LP and I'm
I guess that's checkmate After he dropped, I copped a bag of tella Trow on my hood like I should, I'm a Goodfella And that late night bitch, she turned into a
WW] If you need me [AG] You know I'm here, G You got my back, black? [WW] You know it's like that [AG] Well it's the A to the jigga jigga G Rolling with
the A to the fuckin G Last LP we got down right Showing all these corny motherfuckers what hip-hop's supposed to sound like See A.G. and the brother Show
the Dirty Rotten And while our foes is plotting, Show is riding shotgun There's a time to play and there's a time for sex There's a time to lounge and there's a
we'll see who get shitted on You tried to do what I did but you did it wrong I'm not a child, I'm a grown man You push a Six but I own land, try that
I bite, when you bark, so save it He has to be, a Master P, imitation, cause he ain't Bout It plus he ain't TRU Show and A the same two, since we first
For my niggas in the streets to get the dough to [A.G] Check...you think it's sweet cause me make beats, and flow a lot? Hope ya not, won't heso(tate) to throw a
[A.G.] I spit stress on tracks, givin' all a y'all hard time so alive, swing to par fights with one stroke catch you on a quiet note without you pertune
