Neighbahood Sickness

[Party Arty] Now look me in my eyes and tell me what you see[A.G.] The neighbahood sickness (You know my shit is hot)So bear witness (Repeat 2x)[Party Arty]Yo! You step to me with a style that's good, missBattle me around, bitches when I'm finished they say "Oh my goodness!"I grab the jack and shank the nigga with a knifeThe last nigga that fought me ended up fighting for his lifeWHAT? I'm quick to leave a nigga comatoseI'm putting niggas to rest from the East or the West CoastA crazy motherfucker if you've never seen oneAlways pack the heat and I sleep with a machine gunNow you know you can't see thisWhere I come from, many die, you'll get crucified like JesusNobody move, nobody get hurtSeventeen in the clip, so nigga put your dick in the dirt[A.G.]The best that ever did it, so back up and maintainI manifest who I be on your chest just like a name chainThey think they know of me because of my poetryYou think you're nice, right? Then grab the mic and try to flow with meIt's a shakedown, no ends when I'm in townWear my fake smiles since I put them corny Tims downI was still cool when it comes to the lyricalYou want to get physical? That's a Goodfella ritualGet with you? Yeah, I can get with yaStep to me, A.G., it's got to be for my signature[Party Arty]Yo, you know my style, gimme yours since I got minesStep up and get done with a gun, call the crack lineI get the nappy heads blowingI get wreck with a Tec under my Woolridge, when it's snowyAyo, I gots to keep it real, GI get crazy, so please don't please me, nigga chill, BI'm running wild like a gang from L.A.Telling "Don't think, give me your link and your Pelle Pelle"[A.G.] Look me in my eyes and tell me what you see[Party Arty] I see the A to the G-I (Rolling with) Show B-I (Repeat 2x)[A.G.]It's the A to the G so don't sleepMy second LP and I'm in too deepAlways keep a low so you know I'm going to creepAlways had to rumble in the jungles of the concreteNow a nigga try to set it? He'll regret itIf he's the crowd favorite, then he'll just get upsettedBrothers have a fit when I get into my shitToday, tomorrow, hollow fever order itI'm the nicest, like almighty IsisYou want my flow? No, it's pricelessGot to set it, G, to let 'em know my pedigreeIf your skills ain't rap, then perhaps you should let it be[Party Arty]Yo, I'm not Cypress Hill but I'm still insaneI come with this ruggedness that be fucking with your brainNiggas always talking about how hot they areBut I got that boom bap, orginal rap like the KRS-OneThe 6'4" wrecking team is killing crewsFuck around and get broke down like syllablesIt's Party Arty and the nigga that you've heard ofSon, my rhymes are like Tech 9's, my techniques are murder, what?[A.G.]I'm strange, deranged, mentally disturbedA lunatic that's soon to flip on any nigga (Word)Chill in my rest 24-7, no lessDon't test cause I'm so def (Oh yes)My brother's keeper with the flow like ArethaLike the Grim Reaper, my murder weapon is a speakerIf a sucker steps he'll get ate upCash for the blast, I'm smoking White Owls straight upAnd I'm a leave it on that noteCock T, L.D., and Wally World pass the smoke[A.G.] Look us in our eyes and tell us what you see[Party Arty] Some real brothers from the gutter, that's word to mother (Repeat 4x)