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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 with the and the neighbors (the neighbors)

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

[Wali
Hey yo the on the dilz cause I play ball 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 Gary Aida
to Roc Raider and all the goodfellas
People gettin jealous, well the brothers (the brothers)
On some shit can't forget Shabazz
Representin not to mention that I'm cash
Get with that or get with this I'm kickin this
With the styles I'm runnin niggas like Emmit Smith

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

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

(2x)

[Method
What the clot, son lick a shot, show your love in the area
Forget me not, hysteria
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 it on, all you muthafuckin corns, yeah