Neighborhood Sickness

Now look me in my eyes and tell me what you see

The neighbahood sickness (You know my shit is hot), so get with this

Now look me in my eyes and tell me what you see

The neighbahood sickness (You know my shit is hot), so get with this

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 **** with a knife

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

What! I'm quick to leave a **** comatose

I'm putting **** 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 **** put your dick in the dirt

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 cause of my poetry

You think you're nice, right, then grab the mic and try to flow with me

It's a shakedown, no wins when I'm in town

Wear my flakes now since I put them corny Timbs down

I'm hysterical 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 best to be for my signature

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

Step up and get done with the gun called the Glock 9

I keep the nappy head flowy

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 blaze me, **** kill me

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

Telling **** don't think, give me your link and your Pelle Pelle

Look me in my eyes and tell me what you see

I see the A to the G-I (Rolling with), Show B-I

Look me in my eyes and tell me what you see

I see the A to the G-I (Rolling with), Show B-I

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 **** try to set it, he'll regret it

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

Brothers better quit when I get into my shit

Today, tomorrow, Apollo, Fever, or The Ritz

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

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

I come with this ruggedness that be fucking with your brain

**** always talking about how hot they are

But I got that boom bap, orginal rap like the K-R

S One, the 6'4" wrecking team is killing crews

Fuck around and get broke down like syllables

It's Party Arty and the **** that you've heard of son

My rhymes are like Tec 9's, my techniques are murder one

I'm strange, deranged, mentally disturbed

A lunatic that's soon to flip on any **** (Word)

Chill in my rest 24-7, no less

They protest cause I'm so def (Oh yes 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

No cash for the blast, I'm smoking White Owls straight up

And I'm a leave it on that note

Peace to Cock T, L.D., and Wali World pass the smoke

Look us in our eyes and tell us what you see

Some real brothers from the gutter, that's word to mother

Look us in our eyes and tell us what you see

Some real brothers from the gutter, that's word to mother

Now look me in my eyes and tell me what you see

A real brother from the gutter, that's word to mother

Won't you look us in our eyes and tell us what you see

Some real brothers from the gutter, that's word to mother