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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 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 I already been through
Scared from the I sent you (it's all in the mental)
Jackin niggas like I'm in the
Cuttin through that ass like a as I commense to
Get big my nigs, A.G. & Showbiz
Now your idol was vital damage to your ribs
Word straight up and down, crab MCs get
I'll leave your cramped, my crew can't be touched
So when you the bomb you know it's D. Flow son
No one can around, yeah that's right (no one)

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

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

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

(2x)

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