Andre the Giant It's the A to the G, the A to the G The A to the G, A - A.G. It's the A to the G, the A to the G The A to the G, it's the A [A.G.] Well
A.G.:] (All I see is blinkin lights Trackboards and fat mics) [Nas:] (I seen some cold nights and bloody days) [B.I.G.:] (I seen the light, excite all the freaks) [VERSE
with G.D. baby - ha ha You best to get up on this G.D. shit G.D. baby A.G. baby (1999) (It's called A.G. "The Dirty Version," word up) (G.D., Party Arty
the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours [A.G.] Went from welfare to Bel Air, and hell yeah, I hold heat With a
I'm tossin em clips [A.G.] I roll with puff lye niggas, do or die niggas Triple homicide niggas, y'all still my niggas Son, it's A.G., hip hop legend
back to the lab (to the lab)... Don't touch this, ah ah... Out of bounds in here With my nigga A.G. in here G.D., we get dirty
verbals sharp like harpoons Plus the Don hard to see like weed smoke in dark rooms [interlude] My nigga A, where you at, this is "Dirty Version" G.D.
[A.G.] Yeah yeah, the dirty niggaz again ... Check me out yo I push the half-dozen light green, can't front The drop 6 is quite mean, don't front Shorty
Pack a shorty at the bar then leave with it Spit a verse, pass the mic.. [Verse Three: A.G.] .. and let me hit it! It's A.G., still breathin, still
'em Then vibe 'em with Diamond since the "Soul Clap" explosion It's that versatile wild nigga A.G. I'm hot Wanna get the drive on A.G. I don't see how
where them hoes at?) Fat bitches wanna fuck with A (what?) Dime bitches wanna fuck with A (what?) Crime bitches wanna fuck with A (what?) Y'all bitches wanna fuck with A
[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 message when you kill a nigga third cousin Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do You Clay Aiken
South yea I'm dirty I shine without da diamonds in my mouth say..Cheese Take a picture of da gold D's Then picture me rollin' with da top back on a 6-
E)That Westside(Capo), that city where them tec's fly(Dip-set!) We ride in that Westside(Eastside), that no seeds in our stress side(Lets ride) [Verse 1: G.A
Las Vegas I'm A Heavy Better, I'm A Heavy Seller Keep White In The Office, Call It Jerry Heller Lettin' Off A Hundred Rounds, Let The Barrel Pick And
between's a motherfuckin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home right where your cheeks stay We got a mean team, Hip Hop dream
to Compton, Slausen swap meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse 16: W.C.] Who the rider, looter
