Show - Neighbahood Sickness lyrics

[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)