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A G Underground Life

[INTRO: Fat Joe] Yeah, yeah Gettin dirty, y'all A.G. Party Arty D Flow Joe the don Terror Squad Yeah What's fuckin with that? [VERSE 1: A.G.] I hit

a battle axe [ ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob ] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live my life

Get a life, now they on sale Then I might cast you a spell Look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm & Hammer Soul gold grill and bacon, Mamma

and we down tah bust I'm #1 Too many niggaz takin' rap for a joke You be up for one minute and then the next you're flat broke Rhyme about fly bitches Dayton a

machine I got money comin' in from everywhere From New York to L.A., to the mutha fuckin' Bay, it's true I'm the man G, I'm underground 106 can't ban

patrol Ah yea [Verse 1] I'm fed up All I want is a little nice weather when I get A lot of people arrive zealous But life here's, less than a dream, more a

up after a quick scrub cover my trace don't let my b*tch know where i was sticking to the script thought im improvising a bit same as my old G's but

the butler and the maid [Chorus] Your life's a cartoon [Shock G] Try to take a nod on the bus, put your ear in a blob Left by a moisturiser overdoing

when we introduced the world to the U To the G to the K, Underground Kings, DJ Byrd Pimp C and Bun B we kept it G, say word Who would?a known back in