You Want It Lyrics by Showbiz & A.g.

You Want It Lyrics

    [a.g.]
    Peace to k. shabazz, while i get you open like a gash
    Pass the nickle if you think you can last
    Mc's that slept got caught with the chin check
    Never slept cause them suckers could have been wet
    Now i'm here to bring use to my name
    Used to the slang, producer bang
    Give me room, cause what i consume makes me gloom
    To the man that i am, cause i am what i am
    Those who had soul was told to clap
    That was back, now it's '94 and i'm back
    With the ghetto dwellas, still rolling with my fellas
    With the herbs, i'm strutting, there's nothing you can tell us
    To recall and sing, my peeps who never fronted
    Back the fuck up while they keep acting like they want it

    You want it? i gots to give it to ya! (repeat 4x)

    [diamond]
    I soar through the sky like a dirty city pigeon
    Preview of the next lp, here's a smidgen
    Of the roughness, you know the ill off the cuffness
    You can't break it or bend it, cause the toughness
    Is manifested from my lyrical flow
    And niggas start sweating like they just did some blow
    Yo, dough is not a fuss
    I got the honeys running all night like the 21 bus
    Sally got a one track mind
    But now she got a black eye, cause she tried to take mine
    Another day in the hood
    Chilling with show & a.g., walli world, yo it's all good
    Let me proceed with the swiftness
    I overlook niggas like jehovah's witnesses do christmas
    So roll it up and get blunted
    Rhyme for rhyme, we can go if you want it, bitch

    You want it? i gots to give it to ya! (repeat 4x)

    [a.g.]
    We keeps it bouncing, gary lethal get the ounce and
    Roll one, i'm the fountain you got to flow from
    Straight up, all foes get ate up
    Willies keep your weight up, nope i hope you're not calling me
    Stalling, cause that roughness is all in me
    I rip ya, cause my rapture will rupture
    Check the richter, there's no rapper who's rougher
    Producer tougher than my man and his machine
    Don't sweat the cream, bet the green
    I'm on the humble, and not afraid to rumble
    With those who wanna outlast the jungle, they tumble, i run through
    So build fences or come to your senses
    My skills are endless with the one two (the one two)

    You want it? i gots to give it to ya! (repeat 4x)

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