A.G. - Drop It Heavy lyrics

(feat. Big Pun, KRS-One)

[10 second news intro]

[KRS-One]

That's right, on any beat we sail

Don't put your money on bail, put it on full scale

Ha hah! Never fail, KRS

I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me

Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me

I keep it grimey, chase me, you will never find me

I'll take you out in 2 or 3 minutes, you can time me

You the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin

I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison

You small time, you ain't a pro; yeah you kick the raw rhyme

But your show and your flow - that's all mine

Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability

I'll bring it right straight to your jaw, free delivery

Get with me, now I spit rap

I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!

Click-a-click clap, you don't wanna battle me

You wanna scat away - I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

Wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday

I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran that-away

These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format

Now why would you place your money on that?

I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!

Real teachers teach real things!

I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it

Challenging knowledge, only means that you're ignorant

With the sword of justice, your throat I'm stickin it

Gossip and scandal? I don't put my lips in it

Grow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck

You all stuck cause you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck

Forget the curb hops, your luck stops

I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks

[Big Pun]

Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed

But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence

Hard as diamond but I'm in the rough, listen up

If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs

Ain't no snitchin us, bitchin us

Unofficialness, everything we are star, you wish you was

Official thugs in the drug profession

Drug connections, drug addictions

Still seein the judge for drug possession

The four-D's, all these is more reas'

to either get big, or leave or let live

We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else

We probably Dove; cause we all way on top of the shelf

I'm lockin your wealth, with the master keys freeze

Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees

Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster

My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa

You gettin closer to death, reaper's got a hold on your breath

You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh

You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed

Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick

Now what's the problem? You ain't nuttin like you said on your album

I thought you was wildin bustin your guns and runnin the Island

You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits

How pathetic, did it to get out of the calisthenics

I'm "Dianetics" combined with lyrics

My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit

You gotta fear it, cause every last gem is poison

You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join 'em

I'm head-annointin niggaz like the Holy Gospel

I'm the only vato loco to smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils

Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours

Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours

[A.G.]

Went from welfare to Bel Air, and hell yeah, I hold heat

With a license to kill like police, so don't sleep

The sun shines, brighter, than any star

Rap terrorist, bomb mics in the name of Allah

Show & A.G. is who we are, forever terror

All I need is 26 letters and 16 bars

I'll be bomb droppin, verses, that be so depth

Searchin for those who co-slept, 'til there's no left

Curious, how we still around, mysterious

Like a dopefiend clean, never touchin the ground

And you knew it when you heard us, I'm fluent with this

MC's wanna serve us, DJ's are mad nervous

But can't hurt us, they get the dick, I be

G.D. for life, roll with D.I., T.C.

Short for D-I, G-G, I-N

Double it, add the Crates, now they lovin it

No need to cover it, let it shine like the sun do

Now who reflect like us? None do, but still come through

Humble, even when I play with it

Convey it in a way that sounds so dope

You wanna quote and learn to say it

Underdog for life, ain't commercial enough, to be the favorite

I'm trife, I bite when you bark, so save it

He has to be a Master P, imitation

Cause he ain't "bout it" plus he ain't +TRU+

Show & A the same two

Since we first came through, niggaz yellin

Y'all supposed to rock and blow the spot, I said we aim to

If we don't climax we can't blame you

Told shorty ridin shotgun, ain't that true?

It must have hit her off guard, she wasn't ready

Mind was occupied on gettin sweaty, we lay it "Heavy"