Show & A.G. - Add On lyrics

[Lord Finesse] It's Lord Finesse the rhyme vet Like Bigge I'm "Ready to Die" but it ain't my f**ing time yet I bring the noise like static I cause havoc When I grab the mic I pack a party like traffic You know my style I got the hip sound I should be a construction worker the way I be tearing sh** down One of the best you ought to shout it Bust a n***a's a** and won't give two thoughts about it Word, I hunt you down I got a million reasons why none of you can f** around I slay beginners, sautee contenders sh**, and be damned if I don't walk away the winner I kick facts, flip raps over hip tracks You know what I'm saying? (Yeah, I can dig that) I'm gifted, my rhyme is wicked When it comes to knowledge, I got j**els like the Diamond District I'm the dopest, the baddest, one of the fattest Chickenheads know my status For those that's waiting to doubt I'm a play like Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth and "Straighten it Out" Ayo Show, my man (Add on, add on!) A.G. my man (Add on, add on!) Ayo Show my man (Add on, add on!) D-Flow my man (Add on, add on!) [D-Flow] Check it, I got the herb to bomb your brain I'm a threat like Saddam Huessein, n***as better know my name I flow the same in a competition I break them clowns into something different, buck 'em with the f**ing Smith & Wesson, MC's never leave my section Finger on the trigger, I figure I k** that n***a for stepping I tote the four-fifth, riff and get your jaw shift Flip phones and add j**els got me looking gorgeous Ignore the style and get bucked down, child With the three-pound pile, BLOW! How you like me now? The new improved Flow, you know how I do so Whatever, a motherf**ing terror like Cujo I'm out to get mine, I want mils, God n***as that feel hard chill, f** around and get your grill scarred It's D-Flow, you know my steelo, ceelo will let you know how we go Chop him like a kilo and let him die [A.G.] And then I'm a add on like arithmetic s**ers careers get stopped so stop who you riffing with I'm on point with the snakes and fakes Ain't the one (Think I am?) You get hung like drapes And it's proven, point blank that's the conclusion Seeing me losing, it's all an illusion Like the raw ism, I'm a kiss him when I hurt him Then desert him, because the Show & A.G. sh** is sickening Giving stress to them snakes is a ritual Nights and north flakes, oh yes, they bless the physical Promote the glock? No I'm not I use it as an art, ain't got the heart to disrespect hip-hop Time to breeze, now I'm gone, the Greats is rolling strong So add on and on