Ag Street Lyrics

Street Lyrics

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[Intro: A.G.]

Straight dirty you heard, Diggin'

Team '81 you heard

We get dirty son

Straight dirty son



D-Flow: A.G. puffed the dutchy once

Party Arty: Dirty dirty

A.G.: Chicken's mad cause they fucked me once

Party Arty: Yeah they know niggaz holdin



[Verse 1: A.G.]

Besides she probably put a hole in the scrotum

Off in the lights to the Show that I'm flowin

Leadin to all type of drama unfoldin

Instead I blow smoke like locomotion

Thoughts leave ya brain overloadin

Talk about legends don't leave my name unspoken

It's Show & A.G. for life dog

And I'ma ride for that

I said, the beef don't stop til you get fried with the mack

The weed don't stop til my eyes is black

I said, the heat don't stop cause my rhymes is fat

So take that, you shady son

It's me and Team '81 blazin a crazy one

Hit the baby, three-eighty have crazy fun

I ain't a killer you can make me one *echo*



[Chorus]

We represent the S-T-R double E-T

D.I.T.C. Showbiz and A.G.

This goes out to all the dope emcees

From Manhattan and the Staten, Bucktown to front Queens

The Boogie Down Bronx and the Westcoast East

From Puerto Rico to the West-Indies

London U.K. from the Washington

See Team '81 blazin, and the Show & A.G.



[Verse 2: A.G.]

I'm in control when I'm down one, with one shot left

Shouts to L...my gun cocks and son got left

Keep beefin papi, speak to the bottom of the beefin problies

Hit ya papi, not even he can stop me

Never speak to the cops, they creep when it's hot

Bite mine and reach for the top you'll be meetin the glock

And my girl better empty hers

Diggin, Back On the Block like Quincy was

Layin 'em like Cynthy cause

Shouts to Meshawn and the Grand Imperial

It's A dash and y'all trash, it's single material

And if you don't want it than I'm gon' provoke ya

A fenomenon like Geboter my moms will smoke ya

And my lungs is black cause I'm a ganja smoker

If the club ain't packed I'ma stomp the promoter

If niggaz talk shit I'ma bang the competitor

Words ain't accurate I'ma strangle the editor

Then I blow up the studio if the reels is missin

And if my records don't sell I'ma still be spittin *echo*



[Chorus]