Add On Lyrics
[lord finesse]
Its lord finesse, the rhyme vet
Like bigge, Im ready to die but it aint my fucking 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 shit down
One of the best, you ought to shout it
Bust a niggas ass and wont give two thoughts about it
Word, I hunt you down
I got a million reasons why none of you can fuck around
I slay beginners, sautee contenders
Shit, and be damned if I dont walk away the winner
I kick facts, flip raps over hip tracks
You know what Im saying? (yeah, I can dig that)
Im gifted, my rhyme is wicked
When it comes to knowledge, I got jewels like the diamond district
Im the dopest, the baddest, one of the fattest
Chickenheads know my status
For those thats waiting to doubt
Im 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
Im a threat like saddam huessein, niggas better know my name
I flow the same in a competition
I break them clowns into something different, buck em with the fucking smith &
Wesson, mcs never leave my section
Finger on the trigger, I figure I kill that nigga for stepping
I tote the four-fifth, riff and get your jaw shift
Flip phones and add jewels 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 motherfucking terror like cujo
Im out to get mine, I want mils, god
Niggas that feel hard chill, fuck around and get your grill scarred
Its 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 Im a add on like arithmetic
Suckers careers get stopped so stop who you riffing with
Im on point with the snakes and fakes
Aint the one (think I am? ) you get hung like drapes
And its proven, point blank thats the conclusion
Seeing me losing, its all an illusion
Like the raw ism, Im a kiss him when I hurt him
Then desert him, because the show & a.g. shit is sickening
Giving stress to them snakes is a ritual
Nights and north flakes, oh yes, they bless the physical
Promote the glock? no Im not
I use it as an art, aint got the heart to disrespect hip-hop
Time to breeze, now Im gone, the greats is rolling strong
So add on and on
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!)
Its lord finesse, the rhyme vet
Like bigge, Im ready to die but it aint my fucking 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 shit down
One of the best, you ought to shout it
Bust a niggas ass and wont give two thoughts about it
Word, I hunt you down
I got a million reasons why none of you can fuck around
I slay beginners, sautee contenders
Shit, and be damned if I dont walk away the winner
I kick facts, flip raps over hip tracks
You know what Im saying? (yeah, I can dig that)
Im gifted, my rhyme is wicked
When it comes to knowledge, I got jewels like the diamond district
Im the dopest, the baddest, one of the fattest
Chickenheads know my status
For those thats waiting to doubt
Im 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
Im a threat like saddam huessein, niggas better know my name
I flow the same in a competition
I break them clowns into something different, buck em with the fucking smith &
Wesson, mcs never leave my section
Finger on the trigger, I figure I kill that nigga for stepping
I tote the four-fifth, riff and get your jaw shift
Flip phones and add jewels 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 motherfucking terror like cujo
Im out to get mine, I want mils, god
Niggas that feel hard chill, fuck around and get your grill scarred
Its 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 Im a add on like arithmetic
Suckers careers get stopped so stop who you riffing with
Im on point with the snakes and fakes
Aint the one (think I am? ) you get hung like drapes
And its proven, point blank thats the conclusion
Seeing me losing, its all an illusion
Like the raw ism, Im a kiss him when I hurt him
Then desert him, because the show & a.g. shit is sickening
Giving stress to them snakes is a ritual
Nights and north flakes, oh yes, they bless the physical
Promote the glock? no Im not
I use it as an art, aint got the heart to disrespect hip-hop
Time to breeze, now Im gone, the greats is rolling strong
So add on and on
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!)
(c) 2004-2008 By G Sistah Lyrics
