Add On Lyrics by Showbiz & A.g.

Add On Lyrics

    [lord finesse]
    It's lord finesse, the rhyme vet
    Like bigge, i'm "ready to die" but it ain't my fucking time yet
    I bring the noise like static, i cause havoc
    When i grab the mic i pack a party like traffic
    You know my style, i got the hip sound
    I should be a construction worker, the way i be tearing shit down
    One of the best, you ought to shout it
    Bust a nigga's ass and won't give two thoughts about it
    Word, i hunt you down
    I got a million reasons why none of you can fuck around
    I slay beginners, sautee contenders
    Shit, and be damned if i don't walk away the winner
    I kick facts, flip raps over hip tracks
    You know what i'm saying? (yeah, i can dig that)
    I'm gifted, my rhyme is wicked
    When it comes to knowledge, i got jewels like the diamond district
    I'm the dopest, the baddest, one of the fattest
    Chickenheads know my status
    For those that's waiting to doubt
    I'm a play like pete rock & c.l. smooth and "straighten it out"

    Ayo show, my man (add on, add on!)
    A.g. my man (add on, add on!)
    Ayo show my man (add on, add on!)
    D-flow my man (add on, add on!)

    [d-flow]
    Check it, i got the herb to bomb your brain
    I'm a threat like saddam huessein, niggas better know my name
    I flow the same in a competition
    I break them clowns into something different, buck 'em with the fucking smith &
    Wesson, mc's never leave my section
    Finger on the trigger, i figure i kill that nigga for stepping
    I tote the four-fifth, riff and get your jaw shift
    Flip phones and add jewels got me looking gorgeous
    Ignore the style and get bucked down, child
    With the three-pound pile, blow! how you like me now?
    The new improved flow, you know how i do so
    Whatever, a motherfucking terror like cujo
    I'm out to get mine, i want mils, god
    Niggas that feel hard chill, fuck around and get your grill scarred
    It's d-flow, you know my steelo, ceelo will let you know how we go
    Chop him like a kilo and let him die

    [a.g.]
    And then i'm a add on like arithmetic
    Suckers careers get stopped so stop who you riffing with
    I'm on point with the snakes and fakes
    Ain't the one (think i am?) you get hung like drapes
    And it's proven, point blank that's the conclusion
    Seeing me losing, it's all an illusion
    Like the raw ism, i'm a kiss him when i hurt him
    Then desert him, because the show & a.g. shit is sickening
    Giving stress to them snakes is a ritual
    Nights and north flakes, oh yes, they bless the physical
    Promote the glock? no i'm not
    I use it as an art, ain't got the heart to disrespect hip-hop
    Time to breeze, now i'm gone, the greats is rolling strong
    So add on and on

    Ayo show, my man (add on, add on!)
    A.g. my man (add on, add on!)
    Ayo show my man (add on, add on!)
    D-flow my man (add on, add on!)

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