Showbiz & A.G.

Showbiz & A.G. - Qanda lyrics

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[Party Arty]
 Question: why crime cats keep on testing?
 Answer: cause dirt bitches keep on stressing
 The dirty dancer  cancer  9th of July
 So I srtike only when I'm high  no lie
 So why? I don't know why I smoke lye
 And stay so high trying to be the multi
 Billionare  niggas ask  you feel 'em there
 Pull 'em here  over here  kill 'em here
 And send 'em there  over there  where you rest
 I stay double busted, nigga, where's your vest?
 Is it a test or is it that they stress these rats?
 Or is it the trees that make me want to bless these tracks?
 These cats, GD cats, we be cats
 Giving niggas lessons in the rap sessions

 Ayo question: who's whipping the black Expedition?
 With that booming system, that'll be me
 With these chickens in the back seat holding gats for me
 Toting, flattering me, open, chatting with me
 I write these rhymes and stay high
 Be rolling in a black stolen driving by
 And I'm holding, the only thing that I'm smoking is lye
 With no cup, full brew, no cup, smoke up
 I'm so clutch in big games when big names choke up
 I'm so tough over Show stuff now flow's up

 Question: why Flow smoke a lot of hydro?
 Simple, cause I like to feel clouds in my fucking temple
 Maybe you high, I've been to
 Puffing more than one, on the run is where I sent you
 Must have forgotten I cut like a Ginsu
 Bust off a shot to ride the rock instrumentals
 Show you the gat, now you figure it's subliminal
 Holding down the track, just me and my criminals
 On the move, production Show and prove
 Be a ruse, GD go win not lose
 Got jewels, pay dues, got crews
 Want to blow with us, roll with us, think they getting dough with us
 Not here, you niggas step to the rear
 GD get dirty and blow some Hershey in the air, what?

 All this is is choruses
 Phat rhymes and beats with kicks like Norrises
 We trying to get the money for the kids so peep how raw it is
 How raw it is, how raw it is (Repeat 2x)

 I got rock ready in vials, niggas kill me with their petty styles
 Tie 'em to the Chevy while I drag 'em every mile
 Let the cheddar pile, I need designer clothes, find the hoes
 Watch how the diamond glows, time to go, wind the more
 Dimes to grow, you throwing mine to blow, you trying to flow
 You brought the drama slow and I'm about crime and dough

 [Party Arty]
 It's time to shine and glow cause I'm the kind to blow
 I'm loud, y'all rhyme is low, blowe with my nine to go
 Time to blow Five-Oh and knock you down like dominoes
 Got the gat between your eyeing holes, make you spine flow

 Well I'm a flow, shine with Show, your mind ghost
 See the man behind the dough, you didn't get it? Man, you kinda slow
 We, holding down that fort lovely
 Us three terrorists like Die Hard 3
 Rock Mercedes back to back followed by half a G
 Topless, like the golden lady, yo I got 'em going
 Crazy, Billboarding, cause of my ill recording
 Think it's sweet, let the nine mil stall them
 Kill 'em slow like Lauryn, full of dough when I'm touring
 Me, Party, and Flow create raps that pack the Forum, so warn 'em

 All this is is choruses
 Phat rhymes and beats with kicks like Norrises
 We trying to get the money for the kids so peep how raw it is
 How raw it is, how raw it is (Repeat 2x
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