You Know Now (Buckwild Remix)*

* first verse the same - the other two are different<br><br>My raps are homicide, raps are clear like crystal<br>Never packed a pistol, will I used it, ain`t the issue<br>And if you insist to test us, trust me<br>We`re official, a bite-proof style you can`t get through<br>New shit was real from day one<br>Say one verse, then I burst with the love so I can slay hon<br>Ain`t none, that`s the answer on who`s better<br>Want more cheese than cheddar, soon to breeze like the weather<br>My companion is standing on non-believers<br>With mics you can`t test me, you lose against the SP<br>Blacker than Wesley, almost perfect like Gretzky<br>You supposed to be the best? Step up, let`s see<br>Check one two, that means I`m coming, too<br>But in my song, if I say "Peace, I`m gone" that means I`m through<br>Monster, will stomp ya, until you suffocate<br>Turn read, now dead is your mental state<br><br>If you didn`t know before, guess you know now!<br> (It`s Show & A.G. and this is how it`s going down) (Repeat 2x)<br><br>Well it`s the big man on campus, from Hardcore High<br>Graduatin` with colors, I got brothers that`s<br>+Ready To Die+ ([Party Arty] Like Biggie)<br>They dig me, I`m New Yorks own<br>On this track shit, the fact is, Show got its own<br>The resume, I flow like a feather weight<br>In the physical, in the mental I`m too big for you<br>Strong cats, with ya small rhymes, I got big raps<br>And chicks that, give me head 20 secs, and 6 packs<br>You need to quit, cause this rap shit ain`t just sport<br>The stuff you write takes no time, has no thought<br>Spark a L hear the rhythm then I give `em help<br>Show got that one two touch, I come through in the clutch<br>You don`t understand the style, that we break it down<br>You didn`t know before, guess you know now<br><br>If you didn`t know before, guess you know now!<br> (It`s Show & A.G. and this is how it`s going down) (Repeat 6x)<br><br>Our squad is thickness reel-to-reel got it locked<br>You`re askin` for a witness I you flawed with your glock<br>A guntalkin` hooligan, no I`m not<br>But on the bread and butter, do or die, I`ma make it hot<br>Cause I can`t afford to drop, stop the violence<br>If we silence the devil, the violence will stop<br>The cops got the block, mad hot<br>The fuzz pack glocks next stop is the red dot<br>Pop the weasel is aimin` for my people<br>Gotta get down that`s legal or illegal<br>I`ma always stand tall that`s who we are, word<br>The scent of the earth got `em smellin` like a hunchy bar<br>By far it`s that chocolate<br>You don`t know me too well, I mean too well is when I drop it<br>Silent dealin` with the mental the fact you gettin` sour<br>Now and I`m the one seein` ain`t no coincidential<br>Who`s next to get dropped, cause I`m like<br>Brand Nu-bian and state like Sadat<br>The smash roll up and pass<br>No doubt, King Yada you gotta give a shout, I`m out<br><br>If you didn`t know before, guess you know now!<br> (It`s Show & A.G. and this is how it`s going down) (Repeat 3x)