Five Foot Two/Margie/Chinatown, My Chinatown/Put Your Arms Around Me Honey/How You Gonna Keep 'Em Down On the Farm/Toot Toot Tootsie (Goodbye)/Whispering/Yes Sir That's My Baby/Four Leaf Clover/Sheik of Araby/Alexander's Ragtime Band

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[20 seconds of ad libbing to open] [A.G.] Yo check me out yo, I doubt somebody on your team got a better flow, honey comin for the green You gotta let her go, real niggaz move in silence So you'll never know, I dead 'em slow, lay 'em low So I'm the last thing you know, I blast at any foe Dead 'em quick, as fast as the Henny go Now put me in a place with freaks, gimme a tape with beats I'll be straight for weeks, shit I'll even hate to leave I'm splurgin for props - "Money, Power, Respect" Refer to The L.O.X., cop the hot three-quarters got converted to drop, and murder your block When I came through, in the midnight blue, for chicks like you Bastard - that's what she say when she see me ridin Past with - her best friend and I'm puffin on some Black shit - yeah these rhymes is magnets G.D. cats, way above average Me and this beat is a perfect marriage, bat up, I'll hurt your average I'm a lethal, wea-pon, like Ste-fan I'm ready as ever, for any I'm terror I'll put 20 that's long money for any that's better [Chorus] You puff the bomb weed? YEAH WE PUFF THAT TOO You tote the big guns? YEAH WE BUST THOSE TOO You fuck with dime bitches? YEAH WE FUCK THOSE TOO You roll with thug niggaz? YEAH THAT'S HALF MY CREW [A.G.] I blast for you? Blast-for-me/blasphemy, it has to be Trust me, must be, glad to see us three If not bring the drama, won't catch us, sing the drama Bomb you with the 9 llama, you'll live if you're lucky I'll crack you, like the dutchie, then I roll You vested up, but from the neck up, you ass out like a centerfold, watch us wreck it and go I'm second to no one, on Med's drums and these guns, equal mo' runs Sold coke, sold smoke, and sold junk Coke run is a wet dream, nightmare when five-oh come Suited up, but I get dirty and shoot it up Catch me on Eyewitness News, in Santa Cruz Officially, got beef with N.Y.P.D. Blue MC's, see me who? They'll get these too... Na na nah (so where them hoes at?) Fat bitches wanna fuck with A (what?) Dime bitches wanna fuck with A (what?) Crime bitches wanna fuck with A (what?) Y'all bitches wanna fuck with A (c'mon) And y'all niggaz wanna touch my peeps (c'mon) I take your seed and have him way upstate (c'mon) Ransom notes just to give you a taste (what?) And G.D. in the place [Chorus] We got the big guns? YEAH WE BUST THOSE TOO You puff the bomb weed? YEAH WE PUFF THAT TOO You fuck with bad bitches? YEAH WE FUCK THOSE TOO You roll with thug niggaz? YEAH THAT'S HALF MY CREW [A.G.] This one here, is for my block Like Chicago, I repeat, this is for my block For those kids that hold heat, on my block, think it's sweet You'll be layin in the street from more kicks than beats More slugs from the heat, niggaz hustle, hand to hand (why?) Cause every man gotta eat, on my block (my block) And still we got no papers, all night bodegas Dame chocha, esta loca, like Noreaga We anticipate the putbacks And the hood ain't the hood, without the hoodrats With the Spandex, my mans rock gold chains Smoke lah and feel no pain, and it's still no gain We gotta runaway, we gotta do it now And find a better way (what) so how that sound Don't put the gun away, cause sheisty niggaz is foul So I run away, and come away with the pile [Chorus] We got the big guns - YEAH WE BUST THOSE TOO We smoke the dutches son - YEAH WE PUFF THOSE TOO We cause the ruckus son - YEAH WE DO THAT TOO We roll with thug niggaz - YEAH THAT'S HALF MY CREW [A.G.] Half my crew, half my click And half y'all niggaz ain't bigger than half my dick G.D., we straight dirt baby Trigger Tone, where you at, where you at