Showbiz & A. G. - Add On lyrics
rate meIt's Lord Finesse, the rhyme vet<br />
Like Bigge, I'm 'Ready to die', but it ain't my fucking time yet<br />
I bring the noise like static, I cause havoc<br />
When I grab the mic, I pack a party like traffic<br />
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You know my style, I got the hip sound<br />
I should be a construction worker, the way I be tearing shit down<br />
One of the best, you ought to shout it<br />
Bust a nigga's ass and won't give two thoughts about it<br />
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Word, I hunt you down<br />
I got a million reasons why none of you can fuck around<br />
I slay beginners, saute contenders<br />
Shit, and be damned if I don't walk away the winner<br />
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I kick facts, flip raps over hip tracks<br />
You know what I'm saying?<br />
(Yeah, I can dig that)<br />
I'm gifted, my rhyme is wicked<br />
When it comes to knowledge, I got jewels like the Diamond District<br />
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I'm the dopest, the baddest, one of the fattest<br />
Chicken heads, know my status<br />
For those that's waiting to doubt<br />
I'm a play like Pete Rock and C L Smooth and "Straighten it out"<br />
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Ayo Show, my man<br />
(Add on, add on)<br />
A G, my man<br />
(Add on, add on)<br />
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Ayo show, my man<br />
(Add on, add on)<br />
D-Flow, my man<br />
(Add on, add on)<br />
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Check it, I got the herb to bomb your brain<br />
I'm a threat like Saddam Hussein, niggas better know my name<br />
I flow the same in a competition<br />
I break them clowns into something different<br />
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Buck 'em with the fucking Smith and Wesson<br />
M C's never leave my section<br />
Finger on the trigger, I figure, I kill that nigga for stepping<br />
I tote the four-fifth riff, and get your jaw shift<br />
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Flip phones and add jewels got me looking gorgeous<br />
Ignore the style and get bucked down, child<br />
With the three-pound pile, blow, How you like me now?<br />
The new improved flow, you know how I do so<br />
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Whatever, a motherfucking terror like Cujo<br />
I'm out to get mine, I want mils, God<br />
Niggas that feel hard, chill, fuck around and get your grill scarred<br />
It's D-Flow, you know my steelo, ceelo will let you know how we go<br />
Chop him like a kilo and let him die<br />
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And then I'm a add on like arithmetic<br />
Suckers, careers get stopped, so stop, who you riffing with?<br />
I'm on point with the snakes and fakes<br />
Ain't the one, you get hung like drapes<br />
(Think I am?)<br />
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And it's proven, point blank, that's the conclusion<br />
Seeing me losing, it's all an illusion<br />
Like the rawism, I'm a kiss him when I hurt him<br />
Then desert him, because the Show and A G shit is sickening<br />
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Giving stress to them snakes is a ritual<br />
Nights and north flakes, oh yes, they bless the physical<br />
Promote the glock? No, I'm not<br />
I use it as an art, ain't got the heart to disrespect hip-hop<br />
Time to breeze, now I'm gone, the greats is rolling strong<br />
So add on and on<br />
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Ayo show, my man<br />
(Add on, add on)<br />
A G, my man<br />
(Add on, add on)<br />
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Ayo show, my man<br />
(Add on, add on)<br />
D-Flow, my man<br />
(Add on, add on)
