Übersetzung: AG. Underground Life.
[INTRO: Fat Joe] Yeah, yeah Gettin dirty, y'all A.G. Party Arty D Flow Joe the don Terror Squad Yeah What's fuckin with that? [VERSE 1: A.G.] I hit
behind me They took a shot nearly blind me Eyes rolled like a zombie, my life started seemin' timely I can't believe it, Officer Friendly, he put a slug in lil' McKinley I'll be a
got him in a smash, blast How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash Until then, raise up! Tell my young black males, blaze up! Life's a mess
whip just like butter, my ryhmes are legit Cause I'm the humpty. not humpty dumpty, but humpty hump here a hump, there a hump, everywhere a hump [Shock G
: Verse One: Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G Back in the days we played
s just his luck Cause a nigga like me don't really give a fuck Walked in the store what's everybody staring at They act like they never seen a mutha fucker wearing black Following a
eye dawg and I can't see I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be And niggas trying to take my life away I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me My
can't be worse, G [Bizzy] Hell sent they call me RIP for a reason I'm on a road to see bloddy bodies just call me a demon It's the psychopathic maniac
in only a robe, is a rougue A thief who steals for the chief, the Tall Man, the High Priest Imagine me and U.G. sipping from the ?Sea of Gallallee? To
12 gauge Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor Remember that Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake I can't live
a fuck if Mr. Nitty bein hoe Don't risk your neck from the brother on the boulevard G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d bitch it's the graveyard Stop into the graveyard
my mother's house She gonna cook a steak and serve it with brussel sprouts But I don't care, she can cook a cinder block And I'm a chew it on up to
not compatible A hustler not a rapper dude, don't make me have to clap a few Wrap ya dude, Blat ya through Nigga, fuck a stash box, I got a box in the
me or not but he's like he wanna manage me as a rapper AND a producer [Hiphop:] "I'll sign you as a producer and a rapper", I'm like oh shit I was messin
be kidding me (why is that) We've been over this like a million times Oh my G-d Do you think we can stop and pick up a joe and play the kids house
just touch hell - HOT! Get a life, now they gon' sell Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so
from bobbing Life's a stage, street's the cage, we dungeon rats Outkast and Goodie Mobbin Enough of the petite talk, I'd rather have a nigga with a perm
