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[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) |
