You Want It

[Verse 1: A.G.]
Peace to K. Shabazz, while I get you open like a gash
Pass the nickel if you think you can last
MCs that slept got caught with the chin check
Never sweat 'cause them suckers could have been wet
Now I'm here to bring use to my name
Put use to the slang, producer bang
Give me room, 'cause what I consume makes me bloom
To the man that I am, 'cause I am what I am
Those who had soul was told to clap
That was that, now it's '94 and I'm back
With the Ghetto Dwellas, still rolling with my fellas
With the herbs, I'm strutting, it's nothing you can tell us
Tariq, Hall and Thing, my peeps who never fronted
Back the fuck up while they keep acting like they want it

[Hook: Party Arty]
You want it? I gots to give it to ya!
You want it? I gots to give it to ya!
You want it? I gots to give it to ya!
You want it? I gots to give it to ya!

[Verse 2: Diamond D]
I soar through the sky like a dirty city pigeon
Preview of the next LP
Here's a smidgen of the roughness
You know the ill off the cuffness
You can't break it or bend it, 'cause the toughness
Is manifested from my lyrical flow
And niggas start sweating like they just did some blow
Yo, dough is not a fuss
I got the honeys running all night like the 21 bus
Sally got a one track mind
But now she got a black eye, 'cause she tried to take mine
Another day in the hood
Chilling with Show & A.G., Wali World, yo it's all good
Let me proceed with the swiftness
I overlook niggas like Jehovah's Witnesses do Christmas
So roll it up and get blunted
Rhyme for rhyme, we can go if you want it, bitch

[Hook: Party Arty]
You want it? I gots to give it to ya!
You want it? I gots to give it to ya!
You want it? I gots to give it to ya!
You want it? I gots to give it to ya!

[Verse 3: A.G.]
We keeps it bouncing, Gary Lethal get that ounce and
Roll one, I'm the fountain you got to flow from
Straight up, all foes get ate up
Willies keep your weight up
You're dope but I hope you're not calling me
Stalling, 'cause that roughness is all in me
I rip ya, because my rapture will rupture
Check the Richter, there's no rapper who's rougher
Producer tougher than my man and his machine
Don't sweat the cream, bet the green
I'm on the humble, and not afraid to rumble
With those who wanna outlast the jungle
They tumble, I run through
So build fences or come to your senses
My skills are endless with the one two (The one two)

[Hook: Party Arty]
You want it? I gots to give it to ya!
You want it? I gots to give it to ya!
You want it? I gots to give it to ya!
You want it? I gots to give it to ya!