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[A.G.] Aww yeah, the A to the motherfuckin G is back Word to the motherfuckin Goodfellas I got two of my boys here, newest members of the D.I.T.C Speak up [Big L] Yo this the Big motherfuckin' L from 139 and Lennox y'knahmsayin? Sayin whassup to Showbiz & A.G. cause they got it goin on! [D'Shawn] Yo this the baldheaded assassin, D'Shawn E. Thunder Representin with my peoples Diggin in the Crates Peace to my brothers on 1-2-9, Uptown [A.G.] Aww yeah, knahmsayin? Look out D.I.T.C. in e-motherfuckin-effect; LETHAL! ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") [A.G.] Yeah, Big L is the first to represent [Verse One: Big L] Yo, on the mic is Big L, that brother who kicks flav, God Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard I pack a gat and not a slingshot Step to this and get a ass-whoopin' like Rodney King got Or get beat to your death like Cochise My laws is no peace, fuck the police MC's be braggin' about cash they collect But them chumps is like Ray Charles Cause they ain't seen no money yet Trash rappers I tax and spark I be wettin' niggas up like water rides in Action Park A nigga stuck me, and that ain't funny son So I got money Dunn, they wet him and his honey bun Cause phony faggots I froze, it's a fact I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows L is the rebel type, I'm rough as a metal pipe Fuck a Benz, cause I could pull skins on a pedal-bike! Props, I got the most, no MC comes close Coast-to-coast, shows I host, foes I roast Adios, I'm ghost ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") [A.G.] Grab the mic D'Shawn, because you gotta represent [Verse Two: D'Shawn] Yo, street corners in New York is the place this nigga stand With a machete I'm a crazy Eddie Scissorhands Born with such a thirst to kill I can tap 200 quarters from a $50 bill Cuttin bitch-niggas down with a hundred pound axe Like I was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks So in a battle I be stabbin' Choppin' MC's like trees, piece-by-piece buildin' cabins I'm a maniac magician, abra cadabra Makin' pain appear cause I'mma grab a Rusty chain to make a noose; to choke your ass so hard You're spittin' fuckin' Adam's Apple juice So come check the magic show by D'Shawn And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand Turnin' your home to a casket Turn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastard Cause I love to keep MC's sufferin' Beggin for big, heavy bags of Bufferin Baseball battin 'em, splattin' 'em So many homicide records, my cases went platinum D'Shawn is nice Known for givin' out headcracks, without touchin' dice Just pain and punishment from the Boogie Down Bronxter D'Shawn the maniac street monster ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") [A.G.] It's time to get funky, so you better represent ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") [A.G.] C'mon Lord Finesse, cause you gotta represent [Verse Three: Lord Finesse] It's the F-I-N-E-double-S-E, don't play or stress me Cause that shit don't impress me I make papes off the shit I create, and then dictate So get your motherfuckin shit straight I got skills and I'm hard to kill So y'all bitch-ass rappers better chill and just guard your grill Y'all grab a mic and always gettin hype Talkin bout fuckin niggas up when you can barely beat your dick right So stop ridin my dilznick Cause I can still kick the ill shit on the motherfuckin real tip Hit like Foreman when I'm brawlin Those who think I'm fallin, I'll play your monkey-ass like a organ I got crazy niggas in the city 'noid Got mad bitches, but it's not cause I'm a motherfuckin pretty-boy I'm ruthless, I'm not on that goody-goody tip That shit played out with that Beat Street/Electric Boogie shit I'll stomp any rapper that you have compete If they ass is weak, they better chill and grab a seat And go 'head with they master plan Stevie Wonder probably see me 'fore half you rappers can You can't hang and you're fallin' fast You rappers that's trash better dash and start haulin ass Cause I'm out to wreck shit Fuck up a show, collect my dough and step off with a bad bitch Spectators always have the best time When they come to a show and hear a funky Lord Finesse rhyme I'm out to get bigger, lounge and make rich figures You'll never catch Finesse associating with bitch niggas I work overtime when it's time to go for mine Crab-ass rappers, don't even front cause ya'll know the time So it's time for me to step Peace to Showbiz & A.G., and I'm off to the left ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") [A.G.] When my crew gets sick, you know I gotta represent ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") [A.G.] When my crew gets sick, you know I gotta represent [Verse Four: A.G.] Check-check-check it; A to the G is gonna wreck it On stage, on my record, so nigga don't forget it I'm the man - the One-Man-Band is on my right hand ("His name is Show nit-wit, so get with the program") I take a hit from the buddha blessed Turn my hat to the back, now let's see who's the best I like my pockets fat, never ever flat Niggas wanna jack, my .45 ain't havin' that Hoes get no dough, so why try? You think it's gonna be a hit 'n' run? Wrong, it's a drive-by Niggas catchin tantrums Because your girl's never safe around the Midnight Phantom They predicted I'mma fall? They must be down with Michael Jackson cause that shit is "Off the Wall" You don't believe me, ask that brother Show (Snatchin hotties, grabbin hotties, lettin' mothafuckers know) You come wrong if you don't come strong "YOU BETTER CATCH WRECK!" Motherfucker, I made the song Styles will vary, they won't carry over Don't fuck with no Devil, I'd rather marry Oprah Yeah, you got it, I'm pro-black And my skills are so phat, I pay my dues, I don't owe jack You bite my style, I can spot it Tryin' real hard to get it, you can forget it, because you don't got it And my skills are excellent Diggin' in the Crates and it's time to represent ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") [A.G.] Big L and D'Shawn, yeah they had to represent ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") [A.G.] Lord Finesse and A.G., yeah we had to represent ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")
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