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

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

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

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

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

(2x)]

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