[Party Arty] Now look me in my eyes and tell me what you see
 [A.G.] The neighbahood sickness (You know my shit is hot)
 So bear witness (Repeat 2x)

 [Party Arty]
 Yo! You step to me with a style that's good  miss
 Battle me around  bitches when I'm finished they say "Oh my goodness!"
 I grab the jack and shank the nigga with a knife
 The last nigga that fought me ended up fighting for his life
 WHAT? I'm quick to leave a nigga comatose
 I'm putting niggas to rest from the East or the West Coast
 A crazy motherfucker if you've never seen one
 Always pack the heat and I sleep with a machine gun
 Now you know you can't see this
 Where I come from, many die, you'll get crucified like Jesus
 Nobody move, nobody get hurt
 Seventeen in the clip, so nigga put your dick in the dirt

 [A.G.]
 The best that ever did it, so back up and maintain
 I manifest who I be on your chest just like a name chain
 They think they know of me because of my poetry
 You think you're nice, right? Then grab the mic and try to flow with me
 It's a shakedown, no ends when I'm in town
 Wear my fake smiles since I put them corny Tims down
 I was still cool when it comes to the lyrical
 You want to get physical? That's a Goodfella ritual
 Get with you? Yeah, I can get with ya
 Step to me, A.G., it's got to be for my signature

 [Party Arty]
 Yo, you know my style, gimme yours since I got mines
 Step up and get done with a gun, call the crack line
 I get the nappy heads blowing
 I get wreck with a Tec under my Woolridge, when it's snowy
 Ayo, I gots to keep it real, G
 I get crazy, so please don't please me, nigga chill, B
 I'm running wild like a gang from L.A.
 Telling "Don't think, give me your link and your Pelle Pelle"

 [A.G.] Look me in my eyes and tell me what you see
 [Party Arty] I see the A to the G-I (Rolling with) Show B-I (Repeat 2x)

 [A.G.]
 It's the A to the G so don't sleep
 My second LP and I'm in too deep
 Always keep a low so you know I'm going to creep
 Always had to rumble in the jungles of the concrete
 Now a nigga try to set it? He'll regret it
 If he's the crowd favorite, then he'll just get upsetted
 Brothers have a fit when I get into my shit
 Today, tomorrow, hollow fever order it
 I'm the nicest, like almighty Isis
 You want my flow? No, it's priceless
 Got to set it, G, to let 'em know my pedigree
 If your skills ain't rap, then perhaps you should let it be

 [Party Arty]
 Yo, I'm not Cypress Hill but I'm still insane
 I come with this ruggedness that be fucking with your brain
 Niggas always talking about how hot they are
 But I got that boom bap, orginal rap like the KRS-One
 The 6'4" wrecking team is killing crews
 Fuck around and get broke down like syllables
 It's Party Arty and the nigga that you've heard of
 Son, my rhymes are like Tech 9's, my techniques are murder, what?

 [A.G.]
 I'm strange, deranged, mentally disturbed
 A lunatic that's soon to flip on any nigga (Word)
 Chill in my rest 24-7, no less
 Don't test cause I'm so def (Oh yes)
 My brother's keeper with the flow like Aretha
 Like the Grim Reaper, my murder weapon is a speaker
 If a sucker steps he'll get ate up
 Cash for the blast, I'm smoking White Owls straight up
 And I'm a leave it on that note
 Cock T, L.D., and Wally World pass the smoke

 [A.G.] Look us in our eyes and tell us what you see
 [Party Arty] Some real brothers from the gutter, that's word to mother (Repeat 4x