SHOW & A.G. - Drop It Heavy lyrics

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(feat. Big Punisher, KRS-One)


Ha-ha. Never fear. KRS!

I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me

Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me

I keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me

I take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me

You the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin

I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison

You small time, you ain't a pro

Yeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow

That's all mine

Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability

I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery

Get wit me, now I spit rap

I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!

Click-a-click clap

You don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away

I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

Wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday

I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway

These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format

Now why would you place your money on that?

I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!

Real teachers teach real things

I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it

Challenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant

With the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in

Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it

Grow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck

You all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck

Forget the cut hops, your luck stops

I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks

[Big Punisher]

Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed

But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence

Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up

If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs

Ain't no snitchin us, bitchin us

Unofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was

Official thugs in the drug profession

Drug connections, drug addictions

Still seein the judge for drug possession

The four-D's, all these is more reas

To either get big, leave or let live

We the best there is TS, ain't nobody else

We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf

I'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze

Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees

Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster

My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta

You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath

You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh

You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed

Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick

Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album

I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island

You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits

How pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics

I'm dianetics combined wit lyrics

My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit

You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison

You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em

I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel

I'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils

Watch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours

Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours


Went from welfare to Bel Air, and hell ya, I hold heat

With license to kill like police, so don't sleep

The sun shines, brighter, than any star

Rap terrorist, bomb mikes, in the name of Allah

Show and AG, is who we are

Forever terror all I need is 26 letters and 16 bars

I be bomb dropping, verses, that be so def

Searching for those who cold slept, till there's no left

Curios, how we still around

Mysterious, like a dope fiend, clean, never touching the ground

And you knew it, when you heard us I'm fluent with this

Emcees wanna serve us, DJ's are mad nervous

But can't hurt us, they get the dick, I be

GD for life, roll with D-I-T-C

Short for D-I-G-G-I-N, double it

Add the Crates, now they lovin it, no need to cover it

Let it shine, like the sun do

Now who reflect like us? None do

But still come through, humble

Even when I play with it, to fan in the weight

That sounds so dope, you wanna quote and learn to say it

Underdog for life, ain't commercial enough to be the favorite

I'm trite, I bite, when you bark, so save it

He has to be, a Master P, imitation,

cause he ain't Bout It plus he ain't TRU

Show and A the same two, since we first came through

Fuck selling, ya supposed to rock and blow the spot

I set the game, too

If we don't climax, we can't blame you

Told shorty riding shotgun, ain't that true?

It musta hit her off guard, she wasn't ready

Mind was occupied on gettin sweaty, we lay it heavy

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