Текст песни Show and A.G. f D-Flow, Lord Finesse - Add On
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[Lord Finesse]It`s Lord Finesse, the rhyme vetLike Bigge, I`m "Ready to Die" but it ain`t my fucking time yetI bring the noise like static, I cause havocWhen I grab the mic I pack a party like trafficYou know my style, I got the hip soundI should be a construction worker, the way I be tearing shit downOne of the best, you ought to shout itBust a nigga`s ass and won`t give two thoughts about itWord, I hunt you downI got a million reasons why none of you can fuck aroundI slay beginners, sautee contendersShit, and be damned if I don`t walk away the winnerI kick facts, flip raps over hip tracksYou know what I`m saying? (Yeah, I can dig that)I`m gifted, my rhyme is wickedWhen it comes to knowledge, I got jewels like the Diamond DistrictI`m the dopest, the baddest, one of the fattestChickenheads know my statusFor those that`s waiting to doubtI`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 brainI`m a threat like Saddam Huessein, niggas better know my nameI flow the same in a competitionI break them clowns into something different, buck `em with the fucking Smith &Wesson, MC`s never leave my sectionFinger on the trigger, I figure I kill that nigga for steppingI tote the four-fifth, riff and get your jaw shiftFlip phones and add jewels got me looking gorgeousIgnore the style and get bucked down, childWith the three-pound pile, BLOW! How you like me now?The new improved Flow, you know how I do soWhatever, a motherfucking terror like CujoI`m out to get mine, I want mils, GodNiggas that feel hard chill, fuck around and get your grill scarredIt`s D-Flow, you know my steelo, ceelo will let you know how we goChop him like a kilo and let him die[A.G.]And then I`m a add on like arithmeticSuckers careers get stopped so stop who you riffing withI`m on point with the snakes and fakesAin`t the one (Think I am?) You get hung like drapesAnd it`s proven, point blank that`s the conclusionSeeing me losing, it`s all an illusionLike the raw ism, I`m a kiss him when I hurt himThen desert him, because the Show & A.G. shit is sickeningGiving stress to them snakes is a ritualNights and north flakes, oh yes, they bless the physicalPromote the glock? No I`m notI use it as an art, ain`t got the heart to disrespect hip-hopTime to breeze, now I`m gone, the Greats is rolling strongSo 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!)