[A.G.]

Peace to K. Shabazz while I get you open like a gash

Pass the nickle if you think you can last

MC's that slept got caught with the chin check

Never slept cause them suckers could have been wet

Now I'm here to bring use to my name

Used to the slang producer bang

Give me room cause what I consume makes me gloom

To the man that I am cause I am what I am

Those who had soul was told to clap

That was back, now it's '94 and I'm back

With the Ghetto Dwellas, still rolling with my fellas

With the herbs, I'm strutting, there's nothing you can tell us

To recall and sing, my peeps who never fronted

Back the fuck up while they keep acting like they want it



You want it? I gots to give it to ya! (Repeat 4x)



[Diamond]

I soar through the sky like a dirty city pigeon

Preview of the next LP, here's a smidgen

Of the roughness, you know the ill off the cuffness

You can't break it or bend it, cause the toughness

Is manifested from my lyrical flow

And niggas start sweating like they just did some blow

Yo, dough is not a fuss

I got the honeys running all night like the 21 bus

Sally got a one track mind

But now she got a black eye, cause she tried to take mine

Another day in the hood

Chilling with Show & A.G., Walli World, yo it's all good

Let me proceed with the swiftness

I overlook niggas like Jehovah's Witnesses do Christmas

So roll it up and get blunted

Rhyme for rhyme, we can go if you want it, bitch



You want it? I gots to give it to ya! (Repeat 4x)



[A.G.]

We keeps it bouncing, Gary Lethal get the ounce and

Roll one, I'm the fountain you got to flow from

Straight up, all foes get ate up

Willies keep your weight up, nope I hope you're not calling me

Stalling, cause that roughness is all in me

I rip ya, cause my rapture will rupture

Check the richter, there's no rapper who's rougher

Producer tougher than my man and his machine

Don't sweat the cream, bet the green

I'm on the humble, and not afraid to rumble

With those who want to outlast the jungle, they tumble, I run through

So build fences or come to your senses

My skills are endless with the one two (The one two)



You want it? I gots to give it to ya! (Repeat 4x)

Writer : KIRKLAND, JOSEPH L/LEMAY, RODNEY/BARNES, ANDRE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing