A.G. Filmography

• Who's the Man?
  1993, role: actor , character name: Test Taker #3

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Weed Scented - A.g
• We Do That Too - A.g
• Underground Life - A.g
• Shout 'em Out - A.g
• No Where To Go - A.g
• Leave It Alone Club (Skit) - A.g
• Ishims - A.g
• Intro (Mudslide) - A.g
• Hidden Crate - A.g
• Drop It Heavy - A.g
• Be With - A.g
• All Eye Seeing (Diamond Burgos) - A.g
• A 2 Da G Hold It Down (Skit) - A.g
• 20 Cent Girl (America Held Hostage) - A.g

[Guru]
Turn it up..
[DJ Premier scratches]
"Pack ya whole crew"
"I bring it to ya live" "One hundred percent"
"I bring it to ya live" "Pack ya whole crew"
"I bring it to ya live"
[Verse One: Guru]
Yo, excuse you for not knowing, we always been spot blowin
You kick rhymes, but you're not flowing
You think you shine, you're not glowing
Where we're headed you're NOT going
Tell your girl she needs to stop hoein
Heard she got caught showing, her naked ass for no cash
Loves to blow dick, word to Rick, she's low-class
But getting back to you, you ain't macking dude
With ya cellophane game, you can catch a smack too
With ya fake eye smug, you ain't a thug, fuck ya attitude
Best show the Guru and his Fam some gratitude
You mad at me, I'm mad at you
You hate on me, I laugh at you
I'm warning dog, on it, tell my homeboys to clap at you
Niggaz tried to murder me for a wristwatch
Rap shit ain't no comedy, word to Chris Rock
Niggaz'll stair like queers for years
'Cause when I spit tight, you get rocked
Word to Jimi Hendrix, it's weed scented
[Hook: Party Arty]
It's so dirty they can't believe that we did it
It's weed scented, get the dutch and put some trees in it
Pack a shorty at the bar then leave with it
Spit a verse, pass the mic..
[Verse Two: O.C.]
.. yo, let me hit it
I got the beat like a dutch, fill it with something sticky
Perceed gettin bend at the same time getting busy
Chocolate flows, spark the dro, Mary Jane make the eyes low
Cheech and Chong, hit the bong, many colors 'spond with phenomenon
Shit is G.D.: A.G., Party and D-Flow the don
Nigga it's on we 'bout to form, in the form of a storm
It's big toys rock laciers and pop Dom
Dough or die, drink Henri, puff on tie
I'm too pulled for some heads like dust mixed with lye
O.C., I'll be M.V.P. so envy me
This verse here is better than ya whole CD
Respond to it, anybody I'm begging y'all could do it
I smash any [???] that wanna get stupid
Fuck y'all think this is, this ain't no game
It goes without saying, niggaz KNOW my name
[Hook: Party Arty]
Uhh, it's so dirty they can't believe that we did it
It's weed scented, get the dutch and put some trees in it
Pack a shorty at the bar then leave with it
Spit a verse, pass the mic..
[Verse Three: A.G.]
.. and let me hit it!
It's A.G., still breathin, still in here eatin
Deal on the table, millionaires by the weekend
Playdoh with my wip, you watch, like Seiko when I kick
Like Kaydo, and stay low when I spit
No whip? Hit the train
No hits? You get the blame
Gotta go bitch, suckin no dick you get the same
I get dirty in the Benz Galendo wagon
Stack ends heavy with friends, and we packin
Get rid of me, you gotta send me packin
I'ma empty to the last one, and each line is heavy as the last one
I can't believe that wack shit is hot to them
The truck stop ya oxygen, spit twenty I spot ya ten
Got most askin how they last this long
Gotta show you on the video to see where ya ass went wrong
Raw and 'em, bet Flex and Clue and 'em blast this song
Roll the ganja up, light it and pass it along
It's A.G. and sheishty niggaz ain't permitted around me
I don't even like these niggaz haters get from around me
Tracks is fat, soon as I hear this said I'ma murder this
Chick try to flow with thise, I'ma hurt the bitch
Dump the body in Malali like Sam Berkowicz
For one fifty-fifth in Courtland, offic' in Boston, we spit it often
[Hook: Party Arty]
Uhh, it's so dirty they can't believe that we did it
It's weed scented, get the dutch and put some trees in it
Pack a shorty at the bar then leave with it
Spit a verse, pass the mic..
[Guru]

[20 seconds of ad libbing to open]
[A.G.]
Yo check me out yo, I doubt somebody on your team
Got a better flow, honey comin for the green
You gotta let her go, real niggaz move in silence
So you'll never know, I dead 'em slow, lay 'em low
So I'm the last thing you know, I blast at any foe
Dead 'em quick, as fast as the Henny go
Now put me in a place with freaks, gimme a tape with beats
I'll be straight for weeks, shit I'll even hate to leave
I'm splurgin for props - "Money, Power, Respect"
Refer to The L.O.X., cop the hot three-quarters got
Converted to drop, and murder your block
When I came through, in the midnight blue, for chicks like you
Bastard - that's what she say when she see me ridin
Past with - her best friend and I'm puffin on some
Black shit - yeah these rhymes is magnets
G.D. cats, way above average
Me and this beat is a perfect marriage, bat up, I'll hurt your average
I'm a lethal, wea-pon, like Ste-fan
I'm ready as ever, for any I'm terror
I'll put 20 that's long money for any that's better
[Chorus]
You puff the bomb weed? YEAH WE PUFF THAT TOO
You tote the big guns? YEAH WE BUST THOSE TOO
You fuck with dime bitches? YEAH WE FUCK THOSE TOO
You roll with thug niggaz? YEAH THAT'S HALF MY CREW
[A.G.]
I blast for you? Blast-for-me/blasphemy, it has to be
Trust me, must be, glad to see us three
If not bring the drama, won't catch us, sing the drama
Bomb you with the 9 llama, you'll live if you're lucky
I'll crack you, like the dutchie, then I roll
You vested up, but from the neck up, you ass out
Like a centerfold, watch us wreck it and go
I'm second to no one, on Med's drums and these guns, equal mo' runs
Sold coke, sold smoke, and sold junk
Coke run is a wet dream, nightmare when five-oh come
Suited up, but I get dirty and shoot it up
Catch me on Eyewitness News, in Santa Cruz
Officially, got beef with N.Y.P.D. Blue
MC's, see me who? They'll get these too...
Na na nah (so where them hoes at?)
Fat bitches wanna fuck with A (what?)
Dime bitches wanna fuck with A (what?)
Crime bitches wanna fuck with A (what?)
Y'all bitches wanna fuck with A (c'mon)
And y'all niggaz wanna touch my peeps (c'mon)
I take your seed and have him way upstate (c'mon)
Ransom notes just to give you a taste (what?)
And G.D. in the place
[Chorus]
We got the big guns? YEAH WE BUST THOSE TOO
You puff the bomb weed? YEAH WE PUFF THAT TOO
You fuck with bad bitches? YEAH WE FUCK THOSE TOO
You roll with thug niggaz? YEAH THAT'S HALF MY CREW
[A.G.]
This one here, is for my block
Like Chicago, I repeat, this is for my block
For those kids that hold heat, on my block, think it's sweet
You'll be layin in the street from more kicks than beats
More slugs from the heat, niggaz hustle, hand to hand (why?)
Cause every man gotta eat, on my block (my block)
And still we got no papers, all night bodegas
Dame chocha, esta loca, like Noreaga
We anticipate the putbacks
And the hood ain't the hood, without the hoodrats
With the Spandex, my mans rock gold chains
Smoke lah and feel no pain, and it's still no gain
We gotta runaway, we gotta do it now
And find a better way (what) so how that sound
Don't put the gun away, cause sheisty niggaz is foul
So I run away, and come away with the pile
[Chorus]
We got the big guns - YEAH WE BUST THOSE TOO
We smoke the dutches son - YEAH WE PUFF THOSE TOO
We cause the ruckus son - YEAH WE DO THAT TOO
We roll with thug niggaz - YEAH THAT'S HALF MY CREW
[A.G.]
Half my crew, half my click
And half y'all niggaz ain't bigger than half my dick
G.D., we straight dirt baby

[INTRO: Fat Joe]
Yeah, yeah
Gettin dirty, y'all
A.G.
Party Arty
D Flow
Joe the don
Terror Squad
Yeah
What's fuckin with that?
[VERSE 1: A.G.]
I hit the block and stop hoes with the drop Rolls
Flaco got those hot hoes to stop flows
Out for the nachos, knock em out if it's macho
Then head to Rascoe's for chicken and waffles
These chickens that I know be callin me Pablo
Cause they think that I know the lingo, but I don't
Hi ho, only pick chicks that swallow
These bullets are hollow, where I aim they follow
I spit murder to get further, haters can't hurt us
Me and Tone flipped burgers to buy clips for burners
Ignore you cats with the boring tracks
16 bars, that's trap, 5 grand, won't even call you back
Send you a fax and call you wack
Andre The Giant is tall as Shaq
But I was born to rap
And 5-60's what I'm wearin, they never seen a drop Hummer
That's why they starin, multi-mill by next summer
Is how I'm feelin, blow the tec
Soak em wet, no respect, Flow is next
[VERSE 2: D Flow]
I keep dimes, while y'all niggas floss with cheap shines
I make a rapper leak rhymes, spit flames each time
It's D Flow, I burn cats with 3 lines
My niggas blow it up throwin up G.D. signs
Blunted from 'dro, my niggas cop Hummers in gold
Gun to your do', y'all niggas don't want it with Flow
Son spit awesome, see me in a 6 with a bitch flossin
Before the blitz caution niggas put up chips and lost em
I'm feelin tense, see, fuck around and get drenched, gee
You ten speed, I'm like a banshee
Don't bet against me
'74, bury me or die now, nigga
Man down, nigga, cause you couldn't hold it down, nigga
Found niggas in the back with the rats, shot up
Said he died instant, they could tell he never got up
Finished product, gold and platinum shit, clap at your click
Now you're stranded in the back of the bricks
We be the Black Mob, and it's D Flow the rap arson
Hate a nigga stuntin, frontin like he want a problem
[CHORUS: Fat Joe]
Yo, from the Bronx to Harlem
You can catch us in a Aston Martin
Switchin lanes with three dames on the way to Carbon's
You niggas starvin, me and G.D. about to shift the market
And flip and hit your squadron
Yo, you know that shit that you be spittin don't sound tight
You recognize when we be comin to your town, right?
Hit em up, split em up with the pound twice
Terror Squad gettin dirty, Underground Life
[VERSE 3: Party Arty]
Fuck rappin, I said what I had to say
Y'all niggas get blast away, then pass away
The feds wanna put my ass away
Straight haters, but I'm The Greatest like Cassius Clay
(I was) sippin on a glass of 'zé
Earlier took your girl to a matinée
(And I) (got that ass today, what, what, what)
Y'all niggas rappin gay
Need to go back and pray
C.L.K. black and gray
And y'all niggas don't really want the gats to spray
You might get hit this time when I spit this rhyme
I'm gonna shit this time, like diarrhea, keep the nine near
You fuckin with Party Arty, the pioneer
(G.D.) My crew behind me, strip clubs where you can find me
Bout to take over like Guilliani
Against Illuminati since I was usin puddies
To when I was a youth and rowdy
Then I learned to use the shotie

[A.G.]
Yeah yeah, the dirty niggaz again
Check me out yo
I push the half-dozen light green, can't front
The drop 6 is quite mean, don't front
Shorty's lookin right in them skin-tight jeans
Body sick, want a lick like ice cream (go 'head)
You're jigglin baby
And my style so ill got the bitches goin crazy
The niggaz all hate me (that's why)
I keep the triggers off safety, spit about 80
I spit Vernon rock, that's hot lava
Clock on my dollar you got nada
Overlook my spot, I'll rock harder
Try to take what I got, the glock holla
"Tango & Cash," mango 'dro with the hash
Red Range Rove' with the stash
Cop was caught in plain clothes, that's his ass
Cop was caught in plain clothes, that's his ass
[Chorus]
Shout, shout, we get smoked out
We got the dirt y'all can't live without
C'mon, we're talkin to you
C'mon
[Party Arty]
No choice, I'm on this one (with no voice)
I get up in that ass with no moist
Laid up, fat nigga style
Eat everywhere I go, black nigga style
Smack a nigga up with that whack nigga style
You can't fuck around with my rap nigga style
Dick longer than a mile, stronger than a cow
Peace to all my niggaz from Shaol' to Chi-Town
Now now, boys and girls sit down
Old folks get up and get down - wit'cho bad self
We married to the game and if rap divorce us
Fuck stress - I'ma die from natural causes
When you see us 3 in them apple Porsches
Don't run up on the car, we ain't asked to floss this
Party Arty, boss of all bosses
From the Bronx to down South - G.D. whylin out
[Chorus]
[D-Flow]
It be the same Flow, look in the ice and see the rainbow
Aim low - and hit my target price
The God spit it twice, whack rappers die on the spot
High off the charts, say another rhyme I'll fly ya knot
Get ya stacks up, rappers better call for backup
Whippin these cats like they fucked the pack up
Spit acid, the John Wayne of this rap shit
Guns be plastic, puttin sons in caskets
Rhyme sick, shoulda heard me the first time dick
Watch a crime flick, come outside let the 9 spit
Puff Nestle, do hits on jet ski
Snipe niggaz like Wesley, "Black Mask" like Jet Li
Wear a Teflon, my cash niggaz is dead on
Mr. Dirty Don, tailor-made threads on
[Chorus x2]
C'mon

[Diamond D, Kool Chuck]
[Chorus x2]
No surrender no retreat
Niggaz don't play in the streets
Every day catch me on the block
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go to noooow
[Kool Chuck]
I'm ready now, givin' these rappers lyrical shakedown
When we get it on, you get scuffed up and torn
I make you wish you was never born
These niggaz like to talk that shit
They be burnin' with the devil if they fuck with this
We pop Crys' and we ain't even out yet
And we can fuck yo bitch
I'm all about the money, see I don't fuck
But a lot of niggaz, you know, niggaz get funny
But I'm the type that set you up
Dub, take you up now watch your girl get fucked
Bud is comin' backed up
You can be the MC, whoever
And I don't give a fuck
It's Chuck nigga, don't disregard the Kool
Or you'll be swimmin' in the blood pool
The most of mine niggaz has gone shoo'
Am you a buncha niggaz wildin' in the zoo
I been nice for years, you niggaz is played
I get late gear, still in fear
[Chorus x2]
[Diamond (D)]
Yeah to my nigga A.G
What it feels like, what it feels like
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I seen you in the club about to smack the ho out you now
Frontin' at the bar, like you really know how to wild
I'm like a mean coke I never go out of style
My hustle's goin' to good for me to go out and wild
But I got some gorillas at my disposal
Plus, I did my homework; nobody knows you
Lyin' about, how you and your click, rob shit
And a beat up hooptie, listenin' to my hits
But you funny niggaz, straight Bugs Bunny niggaz
Get everything on a layer way, no money niggaz
But your reputation proceeded you, beat it boo
Sleepin' on the uneatable, unbeatable, undefeatable
And still stand all the smoke
Highly underrated like Buddy McKird
Move around in a sudden silly puttin' me work
And no longer do I fuck with them crowds and merc
[Chorus x2]
[A.G.]
Now I got money with drugs, and then a honey show love
I was bummy as fuck and the Tommies spit slugs
I was told to get a hold them old rapper blow 'em
Then vibe 'em with Diamond since the "Soul Clap" explosion
It's that versatile wild nigga A.G. I'm hot
Wanna get the drive on A.G. I don't see how nigga
I'll be waitin' for the M uno cool cat huh
But I'll end you though for actin' brand new yo
It's a grande culo y te gante es mucho
Smack her for puffin' a blunt way too slow
Slay 'em the Com way and I'ma tell 'em like my mom say
"Ain't too many y'all that can fuck with Andre"
See me and K-Ci, C-Town with a lot of cd's
Spit sums with meanings, thoughts with meanings
Gettin' dirty for the fuck of it
I get high with my chicks, cause they suckin' dicks
I've had enough of it

[Wali World]
Uhh.. 'nother one of them things
It's another one of them things
Yeah, yeah, feel me
Yeahh, c'mon, ya feel me?
They gon' feel this, check it
One two check me out uhh
We Ghetto Dwellas rollin with "Goodfellas," that's Power Rule
On tracks, commitin murder like my name was Ja Rule
"Holla Holla," you're out of bounds fuckin with World
And Carter, Carter - you want beef? It's not a problem
Red-dot 'em, cock back, blast and shot 'em
D.O.A., just to show 'em we don't play
Smoke weed all day, me, Craig, and [?]
Catch me in the Benz gettin head in the whip
And not crashin it, while y'all niggaz can't get a date
That be the same reason why niggaz hate
Yo we goin platinum, Wali World out to get the papes
Fuck the album, got niggaz buggin off the snippet tape
I +Dig in the Crates+, and make tracks hotter than lava
One love to Khalid, Kenyatta
And Trigger Tone, when you get home, we got it sewn
Like Bones, I let you rock my three G stones
[A.G.]
Yo word to Arthur Ashe, serve these fools and spark the hash
Yo World let's get these mills, cut the half
Roll with ladies that pack, plus baby got back
Gotta pay me to rap, the Larry Davis of rap
In fact, my value now is past a mill'
Wanna sign me for half-a-mill I'll give you half for real
Pass the pill, drop hot ones that last until
Straight dirt, y'all pussy niggaz clean with Massengil
Wanna star with a dick attached, I'll show 'em one
Run trizzies like Joe and 'em, I cock the M-1
Get busy when I'm holdin one
So many rounds I get dizzy when I'm loadin 'em
Front, then I'm sober son
[Chorus: Wali World]
Do you got my tape kid, you better get it
Aiyyo I got the fat shit, so get with it
Aiyyo you got the CD, you better get it
Aiyyo I got the fat shit, so get with it, c'mon
[Chorus Two: Wali World]
Don't touch this, ah ah, leave it alone
Play your position when we're rockin on the microphone
Don't stop (don't stop) I'm not finished yet
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug then I jet
Back to the lab (to the lab)
Don't touch this, ah ah, leave it alone
Play your position when we're rockin on the microphone
[A.G.]
See me? Throw it up when I rolls up
CD? Twenty-fo' bucks with only fo' cuts
Screw courts, them havocs get cut short like Newports
Out of towners call me New York, Yank hat with a smooth walk
I came with my niggaz; new topics mixed with blue chronic
Don't rock it - I'ma blame y'all niggaz
For sleepin on the boobonic, 15 minus two dollars
So hurry and cop it - I entertain y'all niggaz
I spit flames on these other rappers
Lyrically see me as madness, I'll touch them faggots
They don't have it, plus them average, crush them bastards
With one lines, bust 41 times like one-time
And it'll still be no crime, from Japan back to London
I have 'em runnin cause these raps is stunnin
Honey ass is pumpin, so throw the L's up
And after the show I'm smashin somethin, get dirty baby
[Chorus: w/ minor variations]
[Chorus Two]
[Wali World]
Don't stop (don't stop)...
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug then I jet
Back to the lab (to the lab)
Don't touch this, ah ah...
... microphone
Kick a hole in the speaker...
We're, back to the lab (to the lab)...
Don't touch this, ah ah...
Out of bounds in here
With my nigga A.G. in here

[Party Arty]
Yo, we some known thugs, bad to the bone thugs
The feds got the phone bugged, even player-haters show love
I gotta give Tone love, we call him Trigger cause he throw slugs
I sold drugs, every year, summer to summer
Now it's me and Flow pullin up Hummer to Hummer
Gettin money while y'all cats gettin Dumber & Dumber
I run with cats, livin sort of savage, extortion status
Pull out the nine and off with cabage, lil' faggots tossin salads
Party Arty, I push the Porsche to Dallas
Bumpin 'Horse & Carriage', flossin carats
Everywhere I go it's thugs and drugs
One day we bustin slugs, next day love is love
Next week it's on again, we at war again
So warn your men, G.D., we was born to sin
Take you back to the origin of this
Grab my dick and force it in your bitch
Flossin in a whip, niggas gun, I'm tossin em clips
[A.G.]
I roll with puff lye niggas, do or die niggas
Triple homicide niggas, y'all still my niggas
Son, it's A.G., hip hop legend
You can catch me in a silver 7
Blowin l's with my brethren
Honey think she a 10, hope she feel it's 11
I'm a 6 figure nigga 'bout to make it to 7
And y'all rap poem niggas get slapped and sent back home
Got more hot lines than Tac - phone, ask Tone
Shortie want it doggy style, I hit it like Snoop and shit
Your plaques, they platinum - still ain't recoupin shit
You rock Versace, heard you boost the shit
Girls on some rooster shit, lovin me on some cupid shit
(Stupid bitch) I reek havoc at seminars, showtime
Like Magic and Jabar won't have it cause I'm Allah
Shorties wishin on a star, here's one with a dick attached
They think these wicked raps, niggas front, we get the gats
[D Flow]
Yo, I gangbang, let the pain ring, leave your brain stained
Let the chain hang, front, I'ma pop that thang-thang
Know them chicks remember a nigga like me
When I'm done them bitches 'get on the bus' like Spike Lee
The best I might be, burn you lightly with 10 bars
I bend broads, big dick nigga with 10 cars
Open you up with- Gem-stars- your mentals
Floss every now and then, but son, I been large
Listen, bitches acknowledge the don and polish the -one
Got gats with silencers on when I have my son a prophet is born
Ain't no stoppin us calm from droppin the bomb
Rolex watch on the arm, the type to plop on your moms
Trust no one, don't talk, roll on or get stole on
G.D., me and P, we get our muthafuckin flow on
I make a bad bitch lick the asscrack
Cause they turn me off with "can I have this, can I have that?"
Hoes even ask for half the ASCAP
But I ain't tricked since I was 16, bitch, I'm past that
Nowadays pass the gat, let me dirty the shit
Muthafucka, let me see how dirty you get
Me and my nigga ride around in convertable shit
And if it's us on the track, no doubt, we murder the shit
Yeah
G.D.
Party Arty
A.G.
D-Flow
My man Woo's up in here
Yeah
I'm 'bout to get my dance on
I'ma let me see how I do my dance
Let them hear that shit
[Woo]
(Oh, you want me..?)
My niggas be smokin isms
My niggas be stackin ones
My niggas be smokin isms
My bitches be wearin thongs
My niggas be smokin isms
My niggas be gettin it on
My niggas be smokin isms
[coughing]
Big L
Rest In Peace, baby
#1, baby

[27 second instrumental intro]
[A.G.]
Check me out, get dirty
I spit flames and got games to seduce your momma
Wanna catch feelings then use the llama, my shit'll go through your armor
Every word is deadly like the Unabomber
And even at age 9 I was king like Tutankhamen
It's 90 bars of heat, I'm harsh on beats
Got guns to make you squash the beef, knuckle up and guard your teeth
Or pose and throw dose like Leon Spinks
The type to burn money money, then pee on minks
Trick a G on drinks, three G's on links
My medallion's off the milk truck, and my gat still buck
Shorty with the baddest attitude see that's the one that will fuck
I'm legendary already, rock the Pelle and "Drop it Heavy"
[D Flow]
For my mob I go all out, the Don stay flossed out
It's a fact that we keep cocked gats, foes get crossed out
We took the relish, fellas you lost out
You the type of nigga that's all mouth, type of nigga I call out
Drama I know my crew'll shoot, you shoulda knew the scoop
Niggaz couldn't fuck around, with they dick in the hula hoop
Give the God room, my verbals sharp like harpoons
Plus the Don hard to see like weed smoke in dark rooms
[interlude]
My nigga A, where you at, this is "Dirty Version"
G.D. nigga, bout to step up and rep, B-X baby
This is Don year, you hear? Word up
[Hehdkrack]
We got the block liddocked, glock ciddocked
Too smooth to get kniddocked, launder the dough through hip-hop
Rocks chiddock, bottles packed to the tip-top
Stay fly and high to pocket gridlock
Diamond chip watch at 20 a chock and a shot of scotch
Drizzy in the club, watchin a nigga with the ox
Professional haters, y'all cats can rest with the greatest
I rock the family to sleep, send 'em to bed with Sammy Davis
[Party Arty]
I spit those awkward flows, cruisin in a Porsche slow
Floss the dough like Ross Perot fo' sho' motherfuckers
Frontin like you want the ruckus, nuttin but a bunch of busters
G.D. we smoke tons of dutches
Or Garcia Vegas, my squad be in Vegas while y'all bein haters
Catch me at the bar with the players
Some niggaz rock Armani and gators, we get dirty
G.D. shirts, Timbs, doo-rag under my derby
[interlude]
Yo this is the dirt that rock the party
Party Arty and my niggaz D-Flow, word up
Everytime we step up we represent and get dirty
Word up, who you be nigga?
[Party Arty]
P, touch niggaz like masturbation, with no procrastinatin
Cause a nigga like me mad impatient
Facin double life cause I tried to blast the nation
Worldwide assassination, ain't Muslim or Mason
God against Satan, no fakin, grab the mic with the glove like Gary Payton
And drop 30 with 10 assists then reminisce
Party Arty the wrong nigga that you in against
Gettin rich with benefits to hit yo' bitch with the dick
[A.G.]
Shit is sick how niggaz snitch and Tone gone
Can't stress that, so Finesse tracks is what I zone on
Fuck them in his name, see, stuck in the game
Tryin to get out, that's when I flip out, and put the hit out
I'm the dirt that rock the party ya hardly can guard me
I roll with, Party and the sound of God Body
D-Flow's down with the mob probably, not a problem
Just watchin these other niggaz get sloppy, bet they lock me for armed robbery
Before I starve papi, come out on parole
Go gold, tell my story on Hard Copy - tune in and check me out
Drop hits consecutive, to get executive
Flip the predicate, then spit some better shit
Ditect the hidden messages, and the lesson is that God, know it all

[De Niro from Taxi Driver]
All the animals come out at night
Buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies
Sick, venal
Someday a real rain'll come and wash all the scum off the streets
I go all over- to the Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem, I don't care
Don't make no difference to me
[The Giant]
I spit stress on tracks, givin all y'all hard time
So live, swing through par fives with one stroke
Catch you on a quiet note, without your platoon
When you sing the same tune...
I keeps the boom like sonic, my ebonics can't be fucked with
Ass get hit and passed like the bag we just lit
Terror on tracks, word is that I'm sweet with mine
Show & A's shit is basic, more than beats and rhymes
All them honeys in the front row? Those freaks is mine
All y'all niggas that's gung ho, can't compete with mine
Like GD, we burn em like Backdraft
Let the truth hit em like Baduizm, you didn't do the math
I hold my own like Bud Bundy with no date
Got the poor man's attitude, the kind a rich man hate
So what's the explanation for my schizophrenic state?
At times I feel my niggas; at times I can't relate
Watch me blow spots and show cats how to rock properly
Like Gotti, the head nigga I gotta be
[DJ Greyboy cuts up]
Look me in my eyes and tell me what you see
[The Giant]
I'm the cleverest, top ten terrorist
Chickens ever dis, they become featherless
? derelicts, certified gold medalist
You can play fly, I'm the most high like Everest
Look at all these fakes, musically you imitate the Crates
Won't succeed, movin at full speed with no brakes
Like jake, watch me take your entourage
Can't see I'm camouflage, besides, I'm god
Mad hard, like the S.A.T.
Shorties, caught up in the mental, watch 'em bless AG
Evidently, you still don't know because you tempt me
Thought you was the boss when your wack thoughts were empty
? still jealous ones envy
Who sent me? D.I.T.C., good n' plenty
Like the doctor, smoke a Spike joint and watch Clockers
Get rude like Shabba, make moves behind my Blockers
The sickness, you want the pill you better pick this
Bitches can't get this, faggots remain dickless
Mathematics proves to be supreme
Got no invisible means to reach my dreams
Just faith; do little with it, nothing without it
Replace Show & A? I doubt it, we're here forever
I'm brainstormin, let it hang out when I'm performin
See I have to, I'm a natural like Jordan scorin
Got your brain leakin, nah better yet it's pourin
Puttin holes in your ideas, blood on your fly gear
I've had it, raps are anti-steal like magnets
Crabs get dealt with, no method to my madness
[DJ Greyboy cuts up]

[10 second news intro]
[KRS-One]
That's right, on any beat we sail
Don't put your money on bail, put it on full scale
Ha hah! Never fail, KRS
I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me
Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me
I keep it grimey, chase me, you will never find me
I'll take you out in 2 or 3 minutes, you can time me
You the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin
I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison
You small time, you ain't a pro; yeah you kick the raw rhyme
But your show and 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 scat away - I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday
I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran that-away
These rappers be 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 brings 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 stickin it
Gossip and scandal? I don't put my lips in it
Grow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck
You all stuck cause you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck
Forget the curb hops, your luck stops
I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks
[Big Pun]
Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed
But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence
Hard as diamond but I'm in the rough, listen up
If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs
Ain't no snitchin us, bitchin us
Unofficialness, everything we are star, you wish you was
Official thugs in the drug profession
Drug connections, drug addictions
Still seein the judge for drug possession
The four-D's, all these is more reas'
To either get big, or leave or let live
We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else
We probably Dove; cause we all way on top of the shelf
I'm lockin your wealth, with the master keys freeze
Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees
Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster
My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa
You gettin closer to death, reaper's got a hold on your breath
You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh
You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed
Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick
Now what's the problem? You ain't nuttin like you said on your album
I thought you was wildin bustin your guns and runnin the Island
You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits
How pathetic, did it to get out of the calisthenics
I'm "Dianetics" combined with lyrics
My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit
You gotta fear it, cause every last gem is poison
You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join 'em
I'm head-annointin niggaz like the Holy Gospel
I'm the only vato loco to smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils
Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours
Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours
[A.G.]
Went from welfare to Bel Air, and hell yeah, I hold heat
With a license to kill like police, so don't sleep
The sun shines, brighter, than any star
Rap terrorist, bomb mics in the name of Allah
Show & A.G. is who we are, forever terror
All I need is 26 letters and 16 bars
I'll be bomb droppin, verses, that be so depth
Searchin for those who co-slept, 'til there's no left
Curious, how we still around, mysterious
Like a dopefiend clean, never touchin the ground
And you knew it when you heard us, I'm fluent with this
MC's wanna serve us, DJ's are mad nervous
But can't hurt us, they get the dick, I be
G.D. for life, roll with D.I., T.C.
Short for D-I, G-G, I-N
Double it, add the Crates, 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
Convey it in a way 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 trife, I bite when you bark, so save it
He has to be a Master P, imitation
Cause he ain't "bout it" plus he ain't +TRU+
Show & A the same two
Since we first came through, niggaz yellin
Y'all supposed to rock and blow the spot, I said we aim to
If we don't climax we can't blame you
Told shorty ridin shotgun, ain't that true?
It must have hit her off guard, she wasn't ready

[Chorus: x2]
You don't know who you wanna be with
And you don't know who you wanna creep with
And you don't know who you wanna sleep with
Girl you best to get up on this G.D. shit
[A.G.]
Aiyyo shorty I ain't feelin you, but then I'm feelin you
Even though I'm still wit'chu, yo what the deal wit'chu
When I wanna chill wit'chu, I wanna build wit'chu
But I ain't tryin to share these mills wit'chu
I got hoes that's as ill as you, what'chu expect?
And I'm just tryin to keep it - real wit'chu
See you the same bitch that fucked the whole hood
While I'm in the studio, up to no good
Fuckin with them rappers that ain't even go wood
In and out of niggaz whips, thinkin 'bout a niggaz chips
I'm frontin bummy, bitches wantin money
Get nuttin from me, got hoes frontin from me
And ain't too many chicks get chips from A.G.
Cause when I fuck you then you gon' pay me
And you don't know who you wanna be with
You don't wanna see me live, so you wanted me hit, c'mon
[Chorus]
[A.G.]
The Dirty Don is the dirt that'll rock the party
Mr. Mudd will rock the party
A.G. is the dirt that'll rock the party
(My brother Show) G.D. we rock the party
[Mr. Mudd]
Yo see me Benzed out, Hummers too
Flip skins, switch friends, hit cousins too
Split ends with a brother too, and it's bugged that you
Feel me more when I don't show love to you
Get the 'dro, and show her what the drug could do
Plug my crew, now they get love from you
I can't believe I used to have a crush on you
Never thought you'd be lettin niggaz bust on you
Now we smackin and tossin, comin through flossin
Runnin through caution, fuckin you often
I zone to Pluto and you don't
She throwin niggaz the pussy, watch me catch it, who won't
Run trizzy 'til I get dizzy
Make chickies lift they titties cause they wit Willie
They get silly when I hit 'em with the dick illy
I rep really when I'm wet then I step to the next city
[Chorus]
[Outro]
It's G.D. baby - who you wanna sleep with
G.D. baby - who you wanna creep with
G.D. baby - ha ha
You best to get up on this G.D. shit
G.D. baby
A.G. baby (1999)
(It's called A.G. "The Dirty Version," word up)
(G.D., Party Arty, D-Flow, Hehdcrack)
{?} Cartel

Seen it all
See you, my nigga
I seen it all
I see you, my nigga
[VERSE 1]
I seen God, I seen bitches get hard
Old ladies get robbed, I seen Master Farrahd
I seen niggas' wifeys fly with ball players
See my room - in different wallabees in all flavors
I even seen my dreams come through
I seen coke on triple beams and fiends come through
I seen big willies in every city
Seen 13 year olds split phillies
And spit nine millies, I seen a million
I seen niggas jack beats and make a killin
Niggas keep it real and still flop
I seen niggas' moms keep it real and buy krills on the block
This shit is real on the block
I seen Dapper Dan every week in '88
Trigger on the V-I, just the other day
One love, my nigga, seen L pass away
Now I want the cash today
Don't stash, just pass to Dre
[A.G.:] (All I see is blinkin lights
Trackboards and fat mics)
[Nas:] (I seen some cold nights and bloody days)
[B.I.G.:] (I seen the light, excite all the freaks)
[VERSE 2]
I seen pussy niggas bust they gun
I seen the thoroughest niggas run
I seen my unborn son
I seen the brokest nigga get rich
Ghetto dimes catch the monster and shook niggas snitch
I seen niggas blow and forget where they came from
(I'm the same one)
That seen two die from the same gun
I seen my nigga lace this track from scratch
Buckwild, this shit is fat, where ya at?
I seen my friends turn to enemies
I seen peeps turn to memories
I even seen who shot Kennedy
I seen model chicks, they ate dicks
I seen the matrix
I seen the feds take flicks
I seen innocent niggas shot in they head
They rocked em in bed
I seen N.O. niggas rockin the feds
I seen how you the man, they be stalkin you
And I even seen that fat bitch you was talkin to
[A.G.:] (All I see is blinkin lights
Trackboards and fat mics)
[Nas:] (I seen some cold nights and bloody days)
[B.I.G.:] (I seen the light, excite all the freaks)
[VERSE 3]
I had a dream, I seen my girl on her knees
I seen myself cock the Desert Eeas'
(And ready to squeeze) I seen dead dopefiends
With needles in they arm
I seen your mom at her prom, she was the bomb
I seen big Porter get robbed out
No doubt, I seen my pops get puffed out
Ice and get duffed out
Another issue I gotta touch on
I even seen the President blow trees and get his fuck on
I seen niggas married and divorced
Pregnant chicks carried and flossed
Jesus carried a cross
I seen the statue carry the torch
On some sixth grade shit
I seen brains on the pavement
I seen foul niggas turn flagrant
I seen wild niggas turn agin
What a bitch
I seen buster bitches pimp pimps
And dimes fuck for free
None of y'all get a dime (if it's up to me)
Just like a chickenhead (wanna go and suck your teeth)
Just like Aretha (wanna come and fuck with me)
(Never) I seen jail, I seen bail
And I ain't goin back, so they can keep bail
Time to bounce with this female
Seen it all

Andre the Giant
It's the A to the G, the A to the G
The A to the G, A - A.G.
It's the A to the G, the A to the G
The A to the G, it's the A
[A.G.]
Well it's the bone crusher, plus-a, known hustler
I'll be, on your block, with the ruckus
Tear the club up, just from spittin shit
G.D. the sickest click, strictly on some different shit
I'm the same on the train or with the whip
We get the DJ open and watch you witness it
Now peep how hype the chickens and niggaz get
Blew your mind when it's time for the remix, flip my shit
[Chorus: x2]
... roll that ... light that ... smoke that
... this track ... is fat ... light that
[A.G.]
Back to the drawin board, I'm talkin to alla y'all
This the dirt they were callin for
Back 'em in, pack 'em in from wall to wall
You wanna brawl or ball I won't fall at all
Spit, more than y'all, and my flows killin
And I'm +Cold Chillin'+ like Marley Marl
Youse a funny dude like Pauly Shore
Test A.G. and get what'cha hand is callin for
Get dirty, and
[Chorus]
[interlude]
It's the A to the G, the A to the G
The A to the G, A - A.G.
A to the G, the A to the G
It's the A to the G, Andre the Giant
[A.G.]
Yo the bombay's the finest, John Blaze with minors
You really wanna wrestle with Andre the Giant?
I probably hit you with a track on consignment
Now hold up, I throw up raps, like vomit
Shit, so what? If there's a best then I'm it
Time to blow up, hit the globe like a comet
Words from a master poet
Niggaz drank all the Crist', so pass the Moet
And me no blow no such thing (why not)
I'm in the 9-9 Mustang, doin my thug thang
[Outro Chorus]
... roll that ... light that ... smoke that
... this track ... is fat ... light that
... roll that ... light that ... smoke that
... this track ... is fat ... fuck that

[40 second skit to open about a girl with a finger in her ass]
[A.G.]
The Dirty Version, G.D. motherfuckers
[Chorus]
I got a girl with a girlfriend, she blow trees
Push V's and rock constant, shit
Just when I thought I had the bomb dick
I caught her cheatin but I kept it on some calm shit
[A.G.]
Check me out yo
Now I met shorty 'bout 3 years ago, my type
We get dirty everywhere we go, get hype
From the telly to the studio, flicks cars and parks
Used to see me in the dark, I sparked
And I lounge and I chill with it
Smack it and flip it and ill with it
Intelligent type, I build with it
And if I ain't with her, I'm probably delf
Had to flip when she told me she was fuckin somebody else
One of my niggaz? Don't tell me it's him
Had to pause when she said it's her girlfriend Kim
[Interruption]
What?! Say word son, stop playin
(Word son, that shit flipped me out son)
(That shit got me buggin right now)
What, what'chu gon' do son
(I don't even know what I'ma do son)
(I might have to get dirty)
(Straight might have to get dirty with both of 'em)
[Chorus: plays in background behind Interruption]
[A.G.]
Son I met the other chick, we kicked it, blase blah
Next was menage-a-trois in a Hyundai car
And my shorty's buggin cause I'm wit it
She really thought I wouldn't hit it
Had to touch 'em both with the diddick
Now it's on yo and I'm pourin Mo'
My girl and her friend and it ended up porno
It ain't no wrong ho, I'm in beast mode
But they love it when I perform slow
That's the norm though
They feelin me, but better know that I'm out for the long dough
Stop my shine and I'm gone ho (bye bye)
But I'ma be patient and see, what the future look like for them and me
Now when I bounce, it's reservations for three
And I let 'em get they dirt on when I got places to be
(Just them two) while they waitin for me
We pack the showers, three be in the jacuzzi, catch a flick
Cause that's that shit, get head through the movie
[Chorus]
[Chorus Two]
It's kinda real, but I'm tired of the nonsense
She asked if I wanna join, I had no comment
I kept my poise then I calmly responded