Neighbahood Sickness lyrics

PLAY SHOW AG Neighbahood Sickness video f/ Party Arty



[Party Arty] Now look me in my eyes and tell me what you see

[A.G.] The neighbahood sickness (You know my shit is hot)

So bear witness (Repeat 2x)



[Party Arty]

Yo! You step to me with a style that`s good, miss

Battle me around, bitches when I`m finished they say "Oh my goodness!"

I grab the jack and shank the nigga with a knife

The last nigga that fought me ended up fighting for his life

WHAT? I`m quick to leave a nigga comatose

I`m putting niggas to rest from the East or the West Coast

A crazy motherfucker if you`ve never seen one

Always pack the heat and I sleep with a machine gun

Now you know you can`t see this

Where I come from, many die, you`ll get crucified like Jesus

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Seventeen in the clip, so nigga put your dick in the dirt



[A.G.]

The best that ever did it, so back up and maintain

I manifest who I be on your chest just like a name chain

They think they know of me because of my poetry

You think you`re nice, right? Then grab the mic and try to flow with me

It`s a shakedown, no ends when I`m in town

Wear my fake smiles since I put them corny Tims down

I was still cool when it comes to the lyrical

You want to get physical? That`s a Goodfella ritual

Get with you? Yeah, I can get with ya

Step to me, A.G., it`s got to be for my signature



[Party Arty]

Yo, you know my style, gimme yours since I got mines

Step up and get done with a gun, call the crack line

I get the nappy heads blowing

I get wreck with a Tec under my Woolridge, when it`s snowy

Ayo, I gots to keep it real, G

I get crazy, so please don`t please me, nigga chill, B

I`m running wild like a gang from L.A.

Telling "Don`t think, give me your link and your Pelle Pelle"



[A.G.] Look me in my eyes and tell me what you see

[Party Arty] I see the A to the G-I (Rolling with) Show B-I(Repeat 2x)



[A.G.]

It`s the A to the G so don`t sleep

My second LP and I`m in too deep

Always keep a low so you know I`m going to creep

Always had to rumble in the jungles of the concrete

Now a nigga try to set it? He`ll regret it

If he`s the crowd favorite, then he`ll just get upsetted

Brothers have a fit when I get into my shit

Today, tomorrow, hollow fever order it

I`m the nicest, like almighty Isis

You want my flow? No, it`s priceless

Got to set it, G, to let `em know my pedigree

If your skills ain`t rap, then perhaps you should let it be



[Party Arty]

Yo, I`m not Cypress Hill but I`m still insane

I come with this ruggedness that be fucking with your brain

Niggas always talking about how hot they are

But I got that boom bap, orginal rap like the KRS-One

The 6`4" wrecking team is killing crews

Fuck around and get broke down like syllables

It`s Party Arty and the nigga that you`ve heard of

Son, my rhymes are like Tech 9`s, my techniques are murder, what?



[A.G.]

I`m strange, deranged, mentally disturbed

A lunatic that`s soon to flip on any nigga (Word)

Chill in my rest 24-7, no less

Don`t test cause I`m so def (Oh yes)

My brother`s keeper with the flow like Aretha

Like the Grim Reaper, my murder weapon is a speaker

If a sucker steps he`ll get ate up

Cash for the blast, I`m smoking White Owls straight up

And I`m a leave it on that note

Cock T, L.D., and Wally World pass the smoke



[A.G.] Look us in our eyes and tell us what you see

[Party Arty] Some real brothers from the gutter, that`s word to mother(Repeat 4x)

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