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sample: showbiz, ag, showbiz, ag, showbiz, ag[Show]All I see is blinking lights, track boards & fat mics950's, SB-12's, MP-60'sShit is thumpin, eardrums pumpinThe shit is tight, aight? Cuz the sample is tight, right?Bite this one and leave teethlessNever sweat that cuz I'm a cool cat just like HeathcliffPeep this, give up the lootIt's '94 an' bitch ass niggas yeah still get the bootThey nod flakes cuz I be flowin' in all statesShow kept diggin & diggin and now he got more cratesThat's right nigga, roll that dimeAnd I'm the only living matter that controls my mindPeace to every single rapper on this whole earthSellouts got no worth, I think they better go soul searchshowbiz, ag(brothas can't belive how the skills have died)[AG]Now here I go again, ready to flow againAnd if the coast ain't clear, oh yeah, I'm still going in Get it together or you'll be layin on a stretcherI betcha I'm a getcha, the number one heart stressa'Letras de cancionesSorry black, that's right it's a cardiac arrestTry to triple team the best and where's the party at?Lots to know and I'm a warrior like ShogunAnd when the show's done Stacks & stacks is how the hoes comeI bruise ya feelin', confidence is to the cielingIf I'm sick I'll pick a chick for sexual healingsI'm unique, a freak like MalikIn the twilights with more highlights than DominiqueAround the woods is where the ?? stopsTo the streets, the jeeps, my peeps in the cellblockI'm not the best but I'll give ya stressTo flatter me, ya strategy gotta be more complex than chessStop bluffin' cuz you ain't saying nothin, GAnd start lookin' on the A to the fuckin' GLast LP we got down rightShowin' all these corny muthafuckas what hiphop's supposed to sound likeSee AG and the brotha Show quiet as keptIt's best that you step on the lowshowbiz, ag(brothas can't believe how the skills have died)[AG]Well it's me, meanin' the A to the dashI'm fast ta get the cash now I'm gone like the pastWhat's the remedy?Suckaz betta get they own identityAnd to the enemy you better roll like there's ten of meFake lords they get strangled with mic cordsTakin' beats from my LP for sure ain't healthyPatterson Projects is where I restBut I claim the whole planet cuz it's mine GoddamnitI'm hard, quick to pull a fake brotha' cardWreck Boston, run this shit in Portland like ??It's hard to face defeat when you're raised in the streetNo surrender and no retreatNow dance with the devil, no not hardlyEventhough I mamba like La Bamba and smoke ganjalike Bob MarleyA bag of sess puts me at my restYou say it's silly, that's my theoryHit the Phillie and let it restshowbiz, ag(brothas can't belive how the skills have died) From Letras Mania