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Les paroles de Add On
| | | Artiste: | Show and AG |
| | Album: | Goodfellas | | Titre: | Add On | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 84 fois | | | | Paroles: | featuring D Flow Lord Finesse
[Lord Finesse]
It's Lord Finesse the rhyme
vet
Like Bigge I'm "Ready to Die" but it ain't my fucking time yet
I bring the
noise like static I cause havoc
When I grab the mic I pack a party like traffic
You
know my style I got the hip sound
I should be a construction worker the way I be tearing
shit down
One of the best you ought to shout it
Bust a nigga's ass and won't give
two thoughts about it
Word, I hunt you down
I got a million reasons why none of you
can fuck around
I slay beginners, sautee contenders
Shit, and be damned if I don't
walk away the winner
I kick facts, flip raps over hip tracks
You know what I'm
saying? (Yeah, I can dig that)
I'm gifted, my rhyme is wicked
When it comes to
knowledge, I got jewels like the Diamond District
I'm the dopest, the baddest, one of the
fattest
Chickenheads know my status
For those that's waiting to doubt
I'm a
play like Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth and "Straighten it Out"
Ayo Show, my man (Add on,
add on!)
A.G. my man (Add on, add on!)
Ayo Show my man (Add on, add on!)
D-Flow my man (Add on, add on!)
[D-Flow]
Check it, I got the herb to bomb
your brain
I'm a threat like Saddam Huessein, niggas better know my name
I flow the
same in a competition
I break them clowns into something different, buck 'em with the
fucking Smith &
Wesson, MC's never leave my section
Finger on the trigger, I figure
I kill that nigga for stepping
I tote the four-fifth, riff and get your jaw shift
Flip phones and add jewels got me looking gorgeous
Ignore the style and get bucked down,
child
With the three-pound pile, BLOW! How you like me now?
The new improved Flow,
you know how I do so
Whatever, a motherfucking terror like Cujo
I'm out to get mine,
I want mils, God
Niggas that feel hard chill, fuck around and get your grill scarred
It's D-Flow, you know my steelo, ceelo will let you know how we go
Chop him like a kilo and
let him die
[A.G.]
And then I'm a add on like arithmetic
Suckers
careers get stopped so stop who you riffing with
I'm on point with the snakes and fakes
Ain't the one (Think I am?) You get hung like drapes
And it's proven, point blank
that's the conclusion
Seeing me losing, it's all an illusion
Like the raw ism, I'm a
kiss him when I hurt him
Then desert him, because the Show & A.G. shit is sickening
Giving stress to them snakes is a ritual
Nights and north flakes, oh yes, they bless the
physical
Promote the glock? No I'm not
I use it as an art, ain't got the heart to
disrespect hip-hop
Time to breeze, now I'm gone, the Greats is rolling strong
So add
on and on
Ayo Show, my man (Add on, add on!)
A.G. my man (Add on, add on!)
Ayo Show my man (Add on, add on!)
D-Flow my man (Add on, add on | | | |
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