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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)
with the dwellas 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 rediculous son
I'm this one (don't be dumb)
You better run or end up like my victim
Shit real I already been through
Scared the threats I sent you (it's all in the mental)
niggas like 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 to your ribs
straight up and down, crab MCs get crushed
I'll leave your style cramped, my can't be touched
So when you hear the bomb you know it's D. 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 still 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 and all the goodfellas
People jealous, well it's the brothers (the brothers)
On some other shit forget Shabazz
Representin not to mention that I'm gettin
Get with that or get with this I'm kickin this
With the styles I'm runnin through niggas like Emmit

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

[A.G.]
the method but don't sweat the technique
Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak when the vets
(Hopin) That your head my bed sheets
(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 that cordless
All this and and then some
Get paid to put raps on tracks, I guess that's my
The beat chills so be comin back for refills
(My man shows his skills) From here to the Peekskills
the rumors, givin MCs brain tumors
Time to off the set, gotta jet like Puma

(2x)]

[Method
What the blood clot, son lick a shot, your love in the area
Forget me not, mass
My style around blunts, the Methical
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, how it's goin down, you know who got the flava
We got the flava, the
So bring it on, so bring it on, all you corns, yeah