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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 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 or get clapped rediculous son
I'm this one (don't be dumb)
You better run or end up like my last
Shit that's real I already through
from the threats I sent you (it's all in the mental)
Jackin niggas I'm in the Central
Cuttin that ass like a Ginsu as I commense to
Get big with my nigs, A.G. &
Now idol was doin vital damage to your ribs
Word straight up and down, crab MCs get
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, yeah that's (no one)

[Wali
Hey yo the on the dilz cause I play ball good (it's all good)
I'm still representin the
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 other can't forget Shabazz
Representin not to mention I'm gettin cash
Get with that or get with this I'm kickin this
With the styles I'm runnin through niggas Emmit Smith

[Party
Touchdown, I buck down MCs 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 never told me would be days like this
That I'd be rippin tracks, gettin with my nigs
On tour, roar with hardcore stuff
Niggas call (I give em no chance) I make it more rough
(And even slow dance) on niggas faces, rugged, it
niggas got to love it cause we made this
I'm gettin with my peeps
As Party Arty keeps Bacardi so MCs meet the

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

(2x)]

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