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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)
Rollin with the dwellas and the (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 this one (don't be dumb)
You better run or end up like my victim
Shit that's real I already been
from the threats 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 vital damage to your ribs
Word straight up and down, 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 fuck around, that's right (no one)

[Wali
Hey yo the honies on the cause I play ball good (it's all good)
I'm representin the hood
Big shouts to Uncle Pete, you're my one neighbor
No doubt I'm later with my nigga Gary Aida
Peace to Roc Raider and all the
People gettin jealous, well it's the (the brothers)
On some other can't forget Shabazz
not to mention that I'm gettin cash
Get with that or get with this because I'm kickin
With the styles I'm runnin through niggas Emmit Smith

[Party
Touchdown, I down MCs that step up
10 G's if you wanna MC up
The ghetto dwella's in your hood, down
Stomps from the Bronx, the boogie man from the Down
Momma never told me 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 em no chance) I make it more rough
(And even dance) on niggas faces, rugged, fuck it
Them niggas got to love it cause we made
I'm papers with my peeps
As Party keeps Bacardi so MCs meet the shotty

[A.G.]
Check the but don't sweat the technique
Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak when the 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 cordless
All and that 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 street skills) here to the Peekskills
Kill the rumors, givin MCs brain
to step 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, hysteria
My style around blunts, the Methical
The one and only piece original, never
One love to my A.G.
A true in the industry, hold your 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 muthafuckin corns,