Never packed a pistol  well I used it  ain't the issue
 And if you insist to test us  trust me
 We're official  a bite proof style you can't get through
 New shit was real from day one
 Say one verse  then I burst with the love so I can slay hon
 Ain't none  that's the answer on who's better
 Want more cheese than cheddar  soon to breeze like the weather
 My companion is standing on non-believers
 With mics you can't test me, you lose against the SP
 Blacker than Wesley, almost perfect like Gretzky
 You supposed to be the best? Step up, let's see
 Check one two, that means I'm coming, too
 But in my song, if I say "Peace, I'm gone" that means I'm through
 Monster, will stomp ya, til you suffocate
 Turn read, now dead is your mental state

 If you didn't know before, guess you know now!
 (It's Show & A.G. and this is how it's going down) (Repeat 2x)

 It's the A to the G-I, still with Show B-I
 I can't see why you're trying to play me when you're knee-high
 To a giant, moneygrip, you don't know me
 Try my like Opie, cause I'm low key
 With the spotlight I'm not concerned
 You can ask Guru and Primo cause we know it's "Hard to Earn"
 Spo burn, baby, burn
 It's the year of the only little big man, so wait your turn
 Who can get with the man with no gimmicks?
 Got the mad team like the '96 Olympics
 I used to wish chicks would notice me
 They be scheming, got them bitches fiending just like Jodeci
 Hopelessly, cause the dialouge is tight
 I rip it and split, never hog the mic
 Write with my brain cells, not a pencil
 Can't survive what I've been through, or rent space in my mental

 If you didn't know before, guess you know now!
 (It's Show & A.G. and this is how it's going down) (Repeat 4x)

 Bring me on some happy shit, I turn this bitch into Happy Land
 Burn it down, call the fireman, cause I'm around
 So eat your Wheaties and your vitamins
 I smoke a pound of the black cheeba cheeba
 I'm a see you on the verse, Back and Forth like Aalyiah
 From the vill and the have, I rocks on like Rage
 Party with Arty, around the World with Wally
 Artifical mic handlers get broken, I'm potent
 Shit I be quoting be having brothers open
 You'll get knocked off the top if you think I can't rock it
 Rush ya like Russia, call my bluff, I'm a hush ya
 I'm coocoo for Coca, you slowpoke, we had this style last year
 This past year we was no joke
 This year, I'm getting light from gripping mics
 Fans getting hype and my pockets getting right
 With my nigga Trigger T.O., you know how we go
 On that reel-to-reel shit, you feel it, fuck your ego
 Peace to brother Show, who's on this track, and in fact
 I'm out with no doubt, peace and it's like that
 To all my fellas, I got your back (I got your back)

 If you didn't know before, guess you know now!
 (It's Show & A.G. and this is how it's going down) (Repeat 8x