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Show & A.G. got the (the flavas)
Rollin with the dwellas and the (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 in this rap business
No doubt I'm strapped, get back or get rediculous son
I'm flippin one (don't be dumb)
You better run or end up like my last
Shit that's I already been through
Scared from the 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 damage to your
Word up and down, crab MCs get crushed
leave your style cramped, my crew can't be touched
So you hear the bomb you know it's D. Flow son
No one can fuck around, yeah that's (no one)

World]
Hey yo the honies on the dilz cause I play good (it's all good)
I'm representin the hood
Big shouts to Uncle Pete, you're my number one
No doubt I'm later with my nigga Gary Aida
to Roc Raider and all the goodfellas
People gettin jealous, well it's the (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 styles I'm runnin niggas like Emmit Smith

Arty]
Touchdown, I buck down MCs that up
10 G's if you wanna MC up
The ghetto dwella's in hood, hoodie down
Stomps the Bronx, the boogie man from the Boogie Down
Momma never told me there would be days this
That I'd be rippin tracks, paid with my nigs
On tour, roar that hardcore stuff
Niggas call bluffs (I em no chance) I make it more rough
(And even dance) on niggas faces, rugged, fuck 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 method but sweat the technique
Even made the dime bitches get weak when the vets speak
(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 it's cordless
All this and and then some
Get paid to put raps on tracks, I guess my income
The beat chills so they be back for refills
(My man shows his skills) From here to the Peekskills
Kill the rumors, givin MCs tumors
Time to off the set, gotta jet like Puma

(2x)]

[Method
What the blood clot, son lick a shot, show love in the area
me not, mass hysteria
My style revolves blunts, the Methical
The one and piece original, never phony
One love to my 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 it on, so bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns, yeah