Lyrics Street - Ag
[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]
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