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 themWho, me?YeahYo, it's the runaway slaveAnd I'm running till y'all put me in a graveDon't matter old age or the chromeLong as it says, kept it real on my stoneNow let's goYou need some pretty chicks, then we call someCause in the long run, A and Form 1 gon' blowWe get the dough when it's all doneSo make sure that you hit the dance floorWhen the song comeYeah, it's us with that thunder soundWho, me?I just wanna loungeSmoke a hundred poundsThat nigga A always into somethingBut respect when I come aroundKing of the undergroundWorldwide cause of my ill poemsNasty like Nasir JonesSince five years oldAnd I'm still old like a hundred milSpit like I won a dealPeace the pun and LMake the niggas go Mr. MisterAnd when the ladies see me, they go, it's the digglerWhat I wanna know, she gon' kiss the pisserAnd now the verse is done, unzip the zipperHush, we hear that noiseUp in the club, gettin' love in the you-know-what worldSo hear that noiseWe do a show, get the dough in the you-know-what worldSo hear that noiseUp in the club, gettin' love in the you-know-what worldSo hear that noiseWe do a show, get the dough in the you-know-what worldOn the real, all you * rappers know the dealThat when I spit, it is skills that my flows revealSo why would I care what you peoples think?I got it locked, got the stocks, and I rock the spotSo when I come to your town, all the girls whistleI let you know the game needs it like I need a third wheelI started from nothing, worked my way to the topMe and Mike, that's like letting monkeys play with the clockPause!You don't want it with the form tonightBecause I'm not the type of guy that's gonna warn you twiceMe and A got a show in an hour or soGotta go, do the show, disembowel some folksBring some ladies backstage where we fire it upGet the party goin' strong till we decide it's enoughThen we throw an after-party at the hotel roomAnd the girls ain't leavin' till we tell them toHush, we hear that noiseUp in the club, gettin' love in the you-know-what worldSecure that noiseWe do a show, get the dough in the you-know-what worldSecure that noiseUp in the club, gettin' love in the you-know-what worldSecure that noiseWe do a show, get the dough in the you-know-what worldSecure that noiseUp in the club, gettin' love in the you-know-what worldSecure that noiseUp in the club, gettin' love in the you-know-what world