Drop it Heavy Show & A.G.
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| Song Title: | Drop it Heavy |
| Artist: | Show & A.G. Find Show & A.G. on Ebay Records and Ebay CD's |
| Hits (Month): | 4 |
| Hits (Total): | 23 |
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featuring Big Punisher, KRS-One [KRS-One] Ha-ha. Never fear. KRS! Verse one: KRS-One I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me I keep it grimy; chase me, you will never find me I take you out for two or three minutes, you can time me You the dopest emcee? I leave that ass sizzlin I'm giving more rhythm than gang rapes in prison You small time; you ain't a pro, yeah you kicked the wrong rhyme But you showing your flow, that's all mine Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery Get with me, now I spit rap I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that! Click-a-click clap You don't wanna battle me, you wanna scatterway I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday I think you outta follow your squad, they ran that away You rapper, you played out, spaced out, no format Now why would you place your money on that? I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching! Real teachers teach real things I bring, knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it Challenging knowledge, only means that you're ignorant With the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm sticking in Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it Grow up, I'm moving like a U-haul truck You all stuck cause you all suck buck, buck buck-buck-buck-buck! Forget the cut, ?hasta la? stops, I bring it to your buttocks, enough glocks Verse two: Big Punisher Yo; my squad is on it like Elijah Muhammed But I'm garbage, hard, ain't no richeousness in this heart of violence Hard as diamond, but I'm in the rough, listen up If you ever see me with the Feds, you can better send the cuffs Ain't no snitch in us, dickin us, unofficial nuts Everything we are, your side wish you was Official thugs in it, ?bust? for fresh air ?? connections, drug addictions Still seeing the judge for drug possesion The 4 D's, all these, is more reas' to either get big Or leave and let live, we the best that gives, TS Ain't nobody else, we probably thug, plus its all the way on top of the shelf I'm locking your wealth, with the master keys, freeze I'm trying to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast ya back to your knees So pass the keys, please don't test the toaster My tech will roast your body faster than Ferraris test the roadster He gettin closer to death, Rico's got a hold on your breath Your going straight to Hell, 'less you sell your soul for your flesh You was close to the bread, now you froze on your bed A minute ago, you was probably fucked, holdin your dick Now what's the problem? you ain't nothing like what you said on your album I thought you was wilin', bustin your guns and running The Island You wasn't violent, you was a child trying to get college credits How pathetic, didn't take it out on the ?counter statics? I ?dial rappers? with power lyrics my machinas is my insurance Kill me appearance, I'll shine as a spirit You gotta fear it, cause every last gem is poison You gotta share it, you can't win, you better join em I'm annointing niggaz like the holy gods Cause I'm the only rapper, loco To smoke you with fire-blowing nostrils Watch for the toast, when you see it you better tell yours ?One law? calling the giant, to smoke yours Verse three: AG Went from welfare to Bel Air, and hell ya, I hold heat With a light on niggaz, like police, so don't sleep The sun shines, brighter, than any star Rap terrorist, bomb mikes, in the name of Allah Show and AG, is who we are Forever terror all I need is 26 letters and 16 bars I be bomb dropping, verses, that be so def Searching for those who cold slept, till there's no left Curios, how we still around Mysterious, like a dope fiend, clean, never touching the ground And you knew it, when you heard us I'm fluent with this Emcees wanna serve us, DJ's are mad nervous But can't hurt us, they got the ??, I beat GD for life, roll with D-I-T-C Short for D-I-G-G-I-N, double it Add the craze, now they lovin it, no need to cover it Let it shine, like the sun do Now who reflect like us? None do But still come through, humble Even when I play with it, to fan in the weight That sounds so dope, you wanna quote and learn to say it Underdog for life, ain't commercial enough to be the favorite I'm trite, I bite, when you bark, so save it He has to be, a Master P, immitation, cause he ain't Bout It plus he ain't Tru Showing that same two, since he first came through Fuck selling, ya supposed to rock and blow the spot, I set the game, too If we don't climax, we can't blame you Told shorty riding shotgun, ain't that true? It musta hit her off guard, she wasn't ready Mind was occupied on gettin sweaty, we lay it heavy |