Showbiz & A.G. - You Know Now lyrics

Never packed a pistol well I used it ain't the issue

And if you insist to test us trust me

We're official a bite proof style you can't get through

New shit was real from day one

Say one verse then I burst with the love so I can slay hon

Ain't none that's the answer on who's better

Want more cheese than cheddar soon to breeze like the weather

My companion is standing on non-believers

With mics you can't test me, you lose against the SP

Blacker than Wesley, almost perfect like Gretzky

You supposed to be the best? Step up, let's see

Check one two, that means I'm coming, too

But in my song, if I say "Peace, I'm gone" that means I'm through

Monster, will stomp ya, til you suffocate

Turn read, now dead is your mental state

If you didn't know before, guess you know now!

(It's Show & A.G. and this is how it's going down) (Repeat 2x)

It's the A to the G-I, still with Show B-I

I can't see why you're trying to play me when you're knee-high

To a giant, moneygrip, you don't know me

Try my like Opie, cause I'm low key

With the spotlight I'm not concerned

You can ask Guru and Primo cause we know it's "Hard to Earn"

Spo burn, baby, burn

It's the year of the only little big man, so wait your turn

Who can get with the man with no gimmicks?

Got the mad team like the '96 Olympics

I used to wish chicks would notice me

They be scheming, got them bitches fiending just like Jodeci

Hopelessly, cause the dialouge is tight

I rip it and split, never hog the mic

Write with my brain cells, not a pencil

Can't survive what I've been through, or rent space in my mental

If you didn't know before, guess you know now!

(It's Show & A.G. and this is how it's going down) (Repeat 4x)

Bring me on some happy shit, I turn this bitch into Happy Land

Burn it down, call the fireman, cause I'm around

So eat your Wheaties and your vitamins

I smoke a pound of the black cheeba cheeba

I'm a see you on the verse, Back and Forth like Aalyiah

From the vill and the have, I rocks on like Rage

Party with Arty, around the World with Wally

Artifical mic handlers get broken, I'm potent

Shit I be quoting be having brothers open

You'll get knocked off the top if you think I can't rock it

Rush ya like Russia, call my bluff, I'm a hush ya

I'm coocoo for Coca, you slowpoke, we had this style last year

This past year we was no joke

This year, I'm getting light from gripping mics

Fans getting hype and my pockets getting right

With my nigga Trigger T.O., you know how we go

On that reel-to-reel shit, you feel it, fuck your ego

Peace to brother Show, who's on this track, and in fact

I'm out with no doubt, peace and it's like that

To all my fellas, I got your back (I got your back)

If you didn't know before, guess you know now!

(It's Show & A.G. and this is how it's going down) (Repeat 8x