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

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

World]
Hey yo the honies on the cause I play ball good (it's all good)
I'm still representin the
Big shouts to Pete, you're my number one neighbor
No doubt I'm puffin with my nigga Gary Aida
Peace to Roc Raider and all the
People gettin jealous, well it's the (the brothers)
On some other can't forget Shabazz
not to mention that I'm gettin cash
Get with that or get this because I'm kickin this
With the styles I'm runnin through like Emmit Smith

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

[A.G.]
the method but don't sweat the technique
Even the baddest dime bitches get weak when the vets speak
(Hopin) your head meets my bed sheets
(Now open) Like the Red Sea cause I'm potent
Don't Don't force 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 on tracks, I guess that's my income
The beat so they be comin back for refills
(My man his street 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 in the area
Forget me not, hysteria
My style revolves 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, how it's goin down, you know who got the flava
We got the flava, the
So it on, so bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns, yeah