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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 I'm strapped, get back or get clapped rediculous son
I'm this one (don't be dumb)
You better run or end up my last victim
Shit that's I already been through
Scared from the threats I you (it's all in the mental)
niggas like I'm in the Central
Cuttin through that ass like a 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)

World]
Hey yo the honies on the cause I play ball good (it's all good)
I'm representin the hood
Big shouts to Pete, you're my number one neighbor
No doubt I'm puffin later with my nigga Aida
Peace to Roc Raider and all the
People gettin jealous, well the brothers (the brothers)
On some other shit can't Shabazz
Representin not to 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 dwella's in your hood, hoodie
Stomps from the Bronx, the man from the Boogie Down
never told me there would be days like this
That I'd be rippin tracks, gettin paid with my
On tour, roar with that stuff
Niggas call bluffs (I give em no chance) I it more rough
(And even slow dance) on faces, rugged, fuck it
Them niggas got to love it cause we this
I'm gettin with my peeps
As Party keeps Bacardi so MCs meet the shotty

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

(2x)]

[Method
What the blood clot, son lick a shot, your love in the area
Forget me not, hysteria
My style revolves around blunts, the
The one and only original, never phony
One to my muthafucker A.G.
A true giant in the industry, hold your 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