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You Want It Lyrics - Goodfellas - Show & A.g.

[A.G.] 

Peace to K. Shabazz while I get you open like a gash 

Pass the nickle if you think you can last 

MC's that slept got caught with the chin check 

Never slept cause them suckers could have been wet 

Now I'm here to bring use to my name 

Used to the slang producer bang 

Give me room cause what I consume makes me gloom 

To the man that I am cause I am what I am 

Those who had soul was told to clap 

That was back, now it's '94 and I'm back 

With the Ghetto Dwellas, still rolling with my fellas 

With the herbs, I'm strutting, there's nothing you can tell us 

To recall and sing, my peeps who never fronted 

Back the fuck up while they keep acting like they want it 

 

You want it? I gots to give it to ya! (Repeat 4x) 

 

[Diamond] 

I soar through the sky like a dirty city pigeon 

Preview of the next LP, here's a smidgen 

Of the roughness, you know the ill off the cuffness 

You can't break it or bend it, cause the toughness 

Is manifested from my lyrical flow 

And niggas start sweating like they just did some blow 

Yo, dough is not a fuss 

I got the honeys running all night like the 21 bus 

Sally got a one track mind 

But now she got a black eye, cause she tried to take mine 

Another day in the hood 

Chilling with Show & A.G., Walli World, yo it's all good 

Let me proceed with the swiftness 

I overlook niggas like Jehovah's Witnesses do Christmas 

So roll it up and get blunted 

Rhyme for rhyme, we can go if you want it, bitch 

 

You want it? I gots to give it to ya! (Repeat 4x) 

 

[A.G.] 

We keeps it bouncing, Gary Lethal get the ounce and 

Roll one, I'm the fountain you got to flow from 

Straight up, all foes get ate up 

Willies keep your weight up, nope I hope you're not calling me 

Stalling, cause that roughness is all in me 

I rip ya, cause my rapture will rupture 

Check the richter, there's no rapper who's rougher 

Producer tougher than my man and his machine 

Don't sweat the cream, bet the green 

I'm on the humble, and not afraid to rumble 

With those who want to outlast the jungle, they tumble, I run through 

So build fences or come to your senses 

My skills are endless with the one two (The one two) 

 

You want it? I gots to give it to ya! (Repeat 4x) 

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Copyright: Emi Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group