[Party Arty] Now look me in my eyes and tell me what you see
[A.G.] The neighbahood sickness so get with this (Repeat X2)
[Party Arty]
Yo! You step to me with a style that's good, miss
Battle me around, b**hes when I'm finished they say "Oh my goodness!"
I grab the jack and shank the n***a with a knife
The last n***a that fought me ended up fighting for his life
What! I'm quick to leave a n***a comatose
I'm putting n***as to rest from the East or the West Coast
A crazy motherf**er if you've never seen one
Always pack the heat and I sleep with a machine gun
Now you know you can't see this
Where I come from, many die, you'll get crucified like Jesus
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Seventeen in the clip, so n***a put your dick in the dirt
[A.G.]
The best that ever did it, so back up and maintain
I manifest who I be on your chest just like a name chain
They think they know of me cause of my poetry
You think you're nice, right, then grab the mic and try to flow with me
It's a shakedown, no wins when I'm in town
Wear my flakes now since I put them corny Tims down
I'm hysterical when it comes to the lyrical
You want to get physical, that's a Goodfella ritual
Get with you? Yeah, I can get with ya
Step to me, A.G., it best to be for my signature
[Party Arty]
Yo, you know my style, gimme yours since I got mines
Step up and get done with the gun called the Glock 9
I keep the nappy head flowy
I get wreck with a Tec under my Woolridge, when it's snowy
Ayo, I gots to keep it real, G
I get crazy, so please don't blaze me, n***a k** me
I'm running wild like a gang from L.A
Telling n***as don't think, give me your link and your Pelle Pelle
[A.G.] Look me in my eyes and tell me what you see
[Party Arty] I see the A to the G-I (Rolling with) Show B-I (Repeat 2x)
[A.G.]
It's the A to the G so don't sleep
My second LP and I'm in too deep
Always keep a low so you know I'm going to creep
Always had to rumble in the jungles of the concrete
Now a n***a try to set it, he'll regret it
If he's the crowd favorite, then he'll just get upsetted
Brothers better quit when I get into my sh**
Today, tomorrow, Apollo, Fever, or The Ritz
I'm the nicest, like almighty Isis
You want my flow, no it's priceless
Got to set it, G, to let 'em know my pedigree
If your sk**s ain't rap, then perhaps you should let it be
[Party Arty]
Yo, I'm not Cypress Hill but I'm still insane
I come with this ruggedness that be f**ing with your brain
n***as always talking about how hot they are
But I got that boom bap, orginal rap like the K-R
S One, the 6'4" wrecking team is k**ing crews
f** around and get broke down like syllables
It's Party Arty and the n***a that you've heard of son
My rhymes are like Tec 9's, my techniques are murder one
[A.G.]
I'm strange, deranged, mentally disturbed
A lunatic that's soon to flip on any n***a (Word)
Chill in my rest 24-7, no less
They protest cause I'm so def (Oh yes yes)
My brother's keeper with the flow like Aretha
Like the Grim Reaper, my murder weapon is a speaker
If a s**er steps he'll get ate up
No cash for the blast, I'm smoking White Owls straight up
And I'm a leave it on that note
Peace to co*k T, L.D., and Wally World pa** the smoke
[A.G.] Look us in our eyes and tell us what you see
[Party Arty] Some real brothers from the gutter, that's word to mother (Repeat 4x)