Yeah, yo, 4M1, what's good, baby?
Nah, what's really good, Andre?
It's your boy, A.G., straight from New York City, you heard?
Yeah, let him know, A.G., you still diggin' or what?
Oh, no doubt, I'm still diggin'.
Yeah, me too, you know how I get down.
We gettin' dirty and all that.
Hold, let me see you throw those L's up.
Yeah, but we gotta show him how to do this, though.
We do it like this.
Ay, yo, Johnny Boy steppin' in.
I'm rollin' up in an X5.
Check dimes live when I'm checkin' in.
Me and A.G. get the luxury suites.
Where the after-party's held and chicks be rubbin' my feet.
Oh, you didn't know that you was fuckin' with this.
Well, now you know I got the clothes, so good luck with your *.
I went from GBG to the NYC.
Down with the ITC and the A to the G.
So how you gonna come just to even step to me?
When I got large on the beat, I'm breakin' necks with ease.
You two know it's hot, pump it up to the red.
I'm gonna turn the party up if I * with your head.
This is for the players and the haters playin' themselves.
For the G.
And the chicks up in the club that keep on wavin' the melts.
So get your freak on, and the show is unloved.
Because your favorite MC'd just be openin' up.
Hush! Secure that noise.
Up in the club, gettin' love, and the you know what, what, what.
Secure that noise.
We do our show, get the dough, and the you know what, what, what.
Secure that noise.
Up in the club, gettin' love, and the you know what, what, what.
Secure that noise.
We do our show, get the dough, and the you now what, what, what.
Secure that noise.
Okay, A.G., time to show them
Who, me?
Yeah
Yo, it's the runaway slave
And I'm running till y'all put me in a grave
Don't matter old age or the chrome
Long as it says, kept it real on my stone
Now let's go
You need some pretty chicks, then we call some
Cause in the long run, A and Form 1 gon' blow
We get the dough when it's all done
So make sure that you hit the dance floor
When the song come
Yeah, it's us with that thunder sound
Who, me?
I just wanna lounge
Smoke a hundred pounds
That nigga A always into something
But respect when I come around
King of the underground
Worldwide cause of my ill poems
Nasty like Nasir Jones
Since five years old
And I'm still old like a hundred mil
Spit like I won a deal
Peace the pun and L
Make the niggas go Mr. Mister
And when the ladies see me, they go, it's the diggler
What I wanna know, she gon' kiss the pisser
And now the verse is done, unzip the zipper
Hush, we hear that noise
Up in the club, gettin' love in the you-know-what world
So hear that noise
We do a show, get the dough in the you-know-what world
So hear that noise
Up in the club, gettin' love in the you-know-what world
So hear that noise
We do a show, get the dough in the you-know-what world
On the real, all you * rappers know the deal
That when I spit, it is skills that my flows reveal
So why would I care what you peoples think?
I got it locked, got the stocks, and I rock the spot
So when I come to your town, all the girls whistle
I let you know the game needs it like I need a third wheel
I started from nothing, worked my way to the top
Me and Mike, that's like letting monkeys play with the clock
Pause!
You don't want it with the form tonight
Because I'm not the type of guy that's gonna warn you twice
Me and A got a show in an hour or so
Gotta go, do the show, disembowel some folks
Bring some ladies backstage where we fire it up
Get the party goin' strong till we decide it's enough
Then we throw an after-party at the hotel room
And the girls ain't leavin' till we tell them to
Hush, we hear that noise
Up in the club, gettin' love in the you-know-what world
Secure that noise
We do a show, get the dough in the you-know-what world
Secure that noise
Up in the club, gettin' love in the you-know-what world
Secure that noise
We do a show, get the dough in the you-know-what world
Secure that noise
Up in the club, gettin' love in the you-know-what world
Secure that noise
Up in the club, gettin' love in the you-know-what world