Showbiz & A.G. - Represent lyrics
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Artist: Showbiz & A.G. Album: Runaway Slave
Lyrics
Refrain: ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") Yeah, big l is the first to represent
Verse one: big l
Yo, on the mic is big l, that brother who kicks flavs, god Known for sendin' garbage mcs to the graveyard I pack a gat, not a slingshot; Step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like rodney king got Or get beat to your death like cochise My laws is no peace, fuck the police Mcs get braggin' about cash they collect But them chumps is like ray charles Cuz they ain't seen no money yet Trash rappers I tax and spark I be wettin' niggas up like water rides at action park A nigga stuck me, and that ain't funny son So I got money gun, they wet him and his honey bun Cuz phony faggots I froze, it's a fact I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows L is the rebel type, I'm rough as a metal pipe Fuck a benz, cuz I could pull skins on a pedal-bike Props, I got the most, no mc comes close,coast-to-coast Shows I host, foes I roast, adios, I'm ghost..
Refrain
Verse two: d'shawn
Yo, street ? in new york is a place this nigga stands With a machete I'm a crazy eddie scissorhands Born with such a thirst to kill I can tap 200 quarters from a $50 bill Cuttin' bitch-niggas down with a hundred pound axe Like I was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' mcs like trees Piece-by-piece buildin' cabins I'm a maniac magician, abra cadabra Makin' pain appear cuz I'm-a grab arusty chain to make a noose To choke your ass so hard, you're spittin' fuckin' adam's apple juice So come check the magic show by deshawn And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand Turnin' your home to a casket Turn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastard Cuz I love to keep mcs sufferin' Beggin' for big, heavy bags of bufferin Baseball battin' 'em, splattin' 'em So many homicide records, my cases went platinum D'shawn is nice; Known for givin' out head cracks without touchin' dice Just pain and punishment from the boogie down bronxter.. D'shawn the maniac street mobster
Refrain
Verse three: lord finesse
It's the f-i-n-e-double-s-e Don't play or stress me Cause that shit don't impress me I make papes off the shit I create, and then dictate So get your motherfuckin shit straight I got skills and I'm hard to kill So y'all bitch-ass rappes better chill and just guard your grill You grab a mic and always get hype Talkin bout fuckin niggaz up When you can bearly beat your dick right So stop ridin my dilznick Cause I can still kick the ill shit on the motherfuckin real tip Hit like foreman when I'm brawlin Those who think I'm fallin, I'll play your monkey-ass like a organ I got crazy niggas in the city noid Got mad bitches, but it's not cause I'm a motherfuckin pretty-boy I'm ruthless, I'm not on that goody-goody tip That shit played out with that beat street/electric boogie shit I'll stomp any rapper that you ??? If they ass is weak, they better chill and grab a seat And go 'head with they master plan Stevie wonder probably see me 'fore half you rappers can You can't hang and you're fallin fast You rappers that's trash better dash and start haulin ass Cuz I'm out to rag shit Fuck up a show, collect my dough And step off with a bad bitch Spectators always have the best time When they come to a show and hear a funky lord finesse rhyme I'm out to get bigger, lounge and make rich figures You'll never catch finesse associating with bitch niggaz I work overtime when it's time to go for mine Crab-ass rappers, don't even front cuz ya'll know the time So it's time for me to step Peace to showbiz and ag and I'm off to the left
Refrain
Verse four: ag
Check-check-check it. a to the g is gonna wreck it On stage, on my record, so nigga don't forget it I'm the man. the one-man-band is on my right hand (His name is show nitwit, so get wit the program) I get a hit from my buddha blessed Turn my hat to the back, now let's see who's the best I like my pockets fat, never ever flat Niggas wanna jack, my .45 ain't havin' that Hoes get no dough, so why try? Think it's gonna be a hit 'n' run? wrong, it's a drive-by Niggas catchin' tantrums,because your girl's never safe around The midnight phantom They predicted I'm-a fall; They must be down with michael jackson cuz that shit is off the wall You don't believe me, ask that brother show: Snatchin' hotties, grabbin' hotties, lettin' mothafuckers know You come wrong if you don't come strong.. You better catch wreck! mothafucker, I made the song Styles will vary, they won't carry over Don't fuck with no devil, I'd rather marry oprah Yeah, you got it, I'm pro-black And my skills are so phat, I pay my dues, I don't owe jack You bite my style, I can spot it Tryin' real hard to get it You can forget it, because you don't got it And my skills are excellent.diggin' in the crates And it's time to represent!
Refrain
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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