Spit

Showbiz & A.G.

It's Lord Finessethe rhyme vet 
Like BiggeI'm "Ready to Die" but it ain't my fucking time yet 
I bring the noise like staticI cause havoc 
When I grab the mic I pack a party like traffic 
You know my styleI got the hip sound 
I should be a construction workerthe way I be tearing shit down 
One of the bestyou ought to shout it 
Bust a nigga's ass and won't give two thoughts about it 
Word, I hunt you down 
I got a million reasons why none of you can fuck around 
I slay beginners, sautee contenders 
Shit, and be damned if I don't walk away the winner 
I kick facts, flip raps over hip tracks 
You know what I'm saying? (Yeah, I can dig that) 
I'm gifted, my rhyme is wicked 
When it comes to knowledge, I got jewels like the Diamond District 
I'm the dopest, the baddest, one of the fattest 
Chickenheads know my status 
For those that's waiting to doubt 
I'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!) 

Check it, I got the herb to bomb your brain 
I'm a threat like Saddam Huessein, niggas better know my name 
I flow the same in a competition 
I break them clowns into something different, buck 'em with the fucking Smith & 
Wesson, MC's never leave my section 
Finger on the trigger, I figure I kill that nigga for stepping 
I tote the four-fifth, riff and get your jaw shift 
Flip phones and add jewels got me looking gorgeous 
Ignore the style and get bucked down, child 
With the three-pound pile, BLOW! How you like me now? 
The new improved Flow, you know how I do so 
Whatever, a motherfucking terror like Cujo 
I'm out to get mine, I want mils, God 
Niggas that feel hard chill, fuck around and get your grill scarred 
It's D-Flow, you know my steelo, ceelo will let you know how we go 
Chop him like a kilo and let him die 

And then I'm a add on like arithmetic 
Suckers careers get stopped so stop who you riffing with 
I'm on point with the snakes and fakes 
Ain't the one (Think I am?) You get hung like drapes 
And it's proven, point blank that's the conclusion 
Seeing me losing, it's all an illusion 
Like the raw ism, I'm a kiss him when I hurt him 
Then desert him, because the Show & A.G. shit is sickening 
Giving stress to them snakes is a ritual 
Nights and north flakes, oh yes, they bless the physical 
Promote the glock? No I'm not 
I use it as an art, ain't got the heart to disrespect hip-hop 
Time to breeze, now I'm gone, the Greats is rolling strong 
So 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!)