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Show & A.G. got the (the flavas)
Rollin the dwellas and the neighbors (the neighbors)
Show & A.G. got the (the flavas)
Rollin with the dwellas and the (the neighbors)

[D.
Hey yo no I'm the best in this rap business
No I'm strapped, get back or get clapped rediculous son
I'm flippin one (don't be dumb)
You better run or end up like my last
Shit that's real I already been
Scared from the I sent you (it's all in the mental)
Jackin niggas like I'm in the
Cuttin through ass like a Ginsu as I commense to
Get big with my nigs, A.G. &
Now your idol was doin vital damage to your
Word straight up and down, crab MCs get
I'll leave your cramped, my crew can't be touched
So when you hear the you know it's D. Flow son
No one can fuck around, yeah right (no one)

[Wali
Hey yo the honies on the dilz cause I play good (it's all good)
I'm still the hood
Big shouts to Uncle Pete, you're my one neighbor
No doubt I'm puffin later with my nigga Gary
to Roc Raider and all the goodfellas
People gettin jealous, well it's the (the brothers)
On some shit can't forget Shabazz
Representin not to mention that I'm cash
Get with that or get with this because I'm kickin
With the styles I'm runnin through niggas Emmit Smith

[Party
Touchdown, I buck down MCs step up
10 G's if you wanna MC up
The dwella's in your hood, hoodie down
Stomps from the Bronx, the boogie man from the Boogie
never told me there would be days like this
That I'd be rippin tracks, paid with my nigs
On tour, roar with that stuff
Niggas call bluffs (I give em no chance) I it more rough
(And even dance) on niggas faces, rugged, fuck it
Them niggas got to love it cause we made
I'm papers with my peeps
As Arty keeps Bacardi so MCs meet the shotty

[A.G.]
Check the method but don't sweat the
Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak when the vets
(Hopin) That head meets my bed sheets
(Now open) Like the Red Sea cause I'm potent
Don't fit? Don't it, Flow got that 4-fifth
Who do with that voodoo, my doll that cordless
All this and and then some
Get paid to put raps on tracks, I guess my income
The chills so they be comin back for refills
(My man shows his skills) From here to the Peekskills
Kill the rumors, MCs brain tumors
Time to step off the set, jet like Puma

(2x)]

[Method
What the blood clot, son lick a shot, show love in the area
me not, mass hysteria
My style around blunts, the Methical
The one and piece original, never phony
One love to my A.G.
A giant in the industry, hold your shoes up
(Word to God, youknowI'msayin)
Yeah, how it's goin down, you know who got the flava
We got the flava, the
So bring it on, so bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns,