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Show & A.G. got the (the flavas)
Rollin with the 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 this rap
No I'm strapped, get back or get clapped rediculous son
I'm flippin one (don't be dumb)
You better run or end up like my victim
Shit that's real I already been
Scared the threats I sent you (it's all in the mental)
Jackin niggas like I'm in the
through that ass like a Ginsu as I commense to
Get big my nigs, A.G. & Showbiz
Now your was doin vital damage to your ribs
straight up and down, crab MCs get crushed
I'll leave your cramped, my crew can't be touched
So when you hear the 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 representin the hood
Big shouts to Pete, you're my number one neighbor
No doubt I'm puffin later my nigga Gary Aida
to Roc Raider and all the goodfellas
People gettin jealous, well it's the (the brothers)
On some other shit forget Shabazz
Representin not to mention I'm gettin cash
Get with or get with this because I'm kickin this
With the styles I'm runnin through niggas like Smith

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

[A.G.]
the method but don't sweat the technique
Even made the baddest 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, got that 4-fifth
Who do with that voodoo, my doll it's that
All this and that and some
Get paid to put raps on tracks, I guess my income
The beat so they be comin back for refills
(My man shows his street skills) From here to the
Kill the rumors, givin MCs brain
Time to step off the set, gotta jet Puma

(2x)]

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