| Yeah — sendin this one out |
| To my man D, knahmsayin? Knahmsayin? |
| It’s like Felix Trinidad steppin back in the ring |
| Maybe to claim king, for A.G. the same thing |
| Minus the four-finger name ring |
| It ain’t a Yank thing, it’s the N.Y. on the hat |
| I got a G on my chest and put the dirt on my back |
| And it’s death before dishonor so I’m flirtin with that |
| Want drama, got a person for that |
| That’ll leave you with a foul odor |
| While I’m runnin up the steps like Balboa |
| Wild quoter, forty cal holder |
| Over 10 years and I ain’t even eat yet |
| Critically acclaimed, international street rep |
| Got my feet wet, now it’s time to get my body soaked |
| I’m born again, yes it’s on again |
| And gettin dirty is the motto; so follow the path |
| I left behind and find I’ll shine tomorrow |
| A.G. The whole D.I.T.C. |
| Showbiz & A.G. The whole D.I.T.C. |
| Showbiz & A.G. The whole D.I.T.C. |
| Showbiz and-and-and… A. G |
| Yo, I’ma tell you one time — to get in your place |
| We Dig In The Crates, we the all time greats |
| Say we ain’t and I’ll spit in your face |
| And Big L’ll never be forgotten (BIG L~!) |
| The Big Apple I eat it rotten |
| Just to keep it poppin |
| And like Lisa Stansfield, I’ve been around the world |
| She’ll never be the same once I’ve been around your girl |
| I un your booty with somethin truly to see |
| She keep runnin to me, money can’t do it like me |
| It’s Show & A.G., hip-hop classic niggas |
| And I can’t be sonned, I’m a bastard with a army |
| Try to harm me I’ma casket filler |
| I’m worthy, if I ain’t dirty then y’all ain’t heard me |
| You die, when it’s butterfly like caterpillars |
| No rapper iller, «Off the Wall» take it back to «Thriller» |
| Without the DVD I smack a nigga |
| Not 50, rhyme with me while we stack the scriller |
| If you didn’t know before, guess you know now! |
| All I see is blinkin lights, track boards and fat mics |
| A.G. my man — add on, add on |
| A.G. my man — add on, add on |