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Show & A.G. got the (the flavas)
Rollin 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 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 my last victim
Shit that's real I been through
Scared from the I sent you (it's all in the mental)
Jackin niggas I'm in the Central
Cuttin through 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 straight up and down, crab MCs get
I'll leave style cramped, my crew can't be touched
So when you 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 dilz cause I 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 Gary
Peace to Roc and all the goodfellas
People gettin jealous, it's the brothers (the brothers)
On some other shit can't Shabazz
not to mention that I'm gettin cash
Get with that or get this because I'm kickin this
With the I'm runnin through niggas like Emmit Smith

Arty]
Touchdown, I buck MCs that step up
10 G's if you MC wrecked up
The ghetto dwella's in your hood, down
from the Bronx, the boogie man from the Boogie Down
Momma told me there would be days like this
That I'd be tracks, gettin paid with my nigs
On tour, roar that hardcore stuff
Niggas call (I give em no chance) I make it more rough
(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 the shotty

[A.G.]
Check the method but don't the technique
Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak the vets speak
(Hopin) That your meets my bed sheets
(Now you're open) Like the Red Sea I'm potent
Don't fit? Don't force it, Flow got 4-fifth
Who do with that voodoo, my it's that cordless
All this and 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 shows his street skills) From to the Peekskills
Kill the rumors, givin MCs tumors
Time to step off the set, gotta jet like

(2x)]

[Method
the blood 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 piece original, never
One to my muthafucker A.G.
A true giant in the industry, hold shoes up
(Word to God, youknowI'msayin)
Yeah, that's how goin down, you know who got the flava
We got the flava, the
So bring it on, so bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns,