[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)
