Fat Pockets

"I like my pockets fat not flat" (repeat 4x) "I like my pockets fat not flat" "So get back" (repeat 4x) [Verse One: Showbiz] My pockets stay fat, and they always like that Not only in pocket but in my bank There's stacks and stacks of dough Cause I move slow, I get my cash flow, and then I go And brother's don't know, I'm on the down low Some get mad cause they can't understand That I'm 23 years old, I'm in command I'm down with DITC, that's "Diggin' in the Crates" And my partner A.G., we always keep crazy papes I'm staying fat, cause what comes around goes around I always help out and help a brother when he's down And out like a boy scout, brothers always shout "Good lookin' out Show" Yeah, without a doubt But don't try and take advantage I'll just leave you alone instead of putting that ass in bandages Signing off is Show B-I-Z And next up is A.G., he likes his pockets F-A-T [Refrain] "I like my pockets fat not flat" (repeat 4x) [Verse Two: A.G.] Check it out yo, A.G. is living fat In the mental, in other words can I get a soul clap? Diggin' in the crates for something smooth Showbiz & A.G., yo money, we make the party groove And I'm a top-notch competitor Carrying dough like a treasurer Getting pussy, oh that's regular But the sex I never take Cause if that bitch screams rape Like Mike Tyson, I'm upstate And you know that's a fact, black So if she says no, that means no, and that's that No matter how cute or how desperate (Ayo she gotta get the boot) Yeah, she gotta see the exit But I'm not mad I didn't hit it I just dial seven digits and some skins that's with it Bones in the closet, that's my logic You gotta be smart and keep a down low in the projects Watch your step and take it easy Or act like Stevie Wonder because you know you can't see me Don't sniff no coke, but I might drink a brew Or maybe two (Andre the Giant, not you) Yeah, wrecking MCs with just my demo And pulling all the cuties with no problemo That's right, because I'm a gamer Your girl let you for me, A.G., I don't blame her Step back, get your sticks and your bats Know you step up because my pockets are fat [Refrain] "I like my pockets fat not flat" (repeat 3x) [Verse Three: Showbiz] It's time to take the brothers from the corner Clean up they act, and give them a chance to do what the wanna I'm not trying to be a bum with a 40 That's not my style, I gotta work hard like Naughty By Nature, you should understand To get yours in this land, you gotta work for yours, black man You think it's easy because I rap? So don't ask me for a dollar motherfucker, you ain't handicapped And if you was, you'd still have the chance Look how I flip "ain't this a bitch" now I'm making you dance Yeah it's Show B-I-Z from your neighbor H-double-O-D, I R-A-P Cause I wanna stay fat To keep clothes on my back and you know I never slack For all the bums that said I forgot where I came from Eating crumbs on the corner in the slums I'm hungry enough to grow fangs Here's a dollar, go to the store But give me back my fucking change I'm not trying to spend on so-called friends Not even with skins, put that bullshit to an end So fuck the groupies on tour I'm trying to make a million dollars, some shit I never saw before So save that bullshit for later So when I'm large, hoes give me head on an escalator Yeah, I like to flow, I'm Show B-I-Z A.K.A. Mr. F-A-T