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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 best in this rap
No doubt I'm strapped, get or get clapped rediculous son
I'm this one (don't be dumb)
You run or end up like my last victim
Shit that's real I already through
Scared 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 my nigs, A.G. & Showbiz
Now your idol was vital damage to your ribs
Word straight up and down, crab MCs get
I'll your style cramped, my crew can't be touched
So when you hear the bomb you know it's D. son
No one can around, yeah that's right (no one)

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

Arty]
Touchdown, I buck MCs that step up
10 G's if you MC wrecked up
The ghetto in your hood, hoodie down
Stomps from the Bronx, the boogie man from the Down
Momma never me there would be days like this
That I'd be rippin tracks, gettin paid my nigs
On tour, with that hardcore stuff
Niggas call bluffs (I em no chance) I make it more rough
(And even slow dance) on niggas faces, rugged, it
Them niggas got to it cause we made this
I'm gettin papers with my
As Party Arty keeps 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 vets
(Hopin) That your head meets my bed
(Now you're open) the Red Sea cause I'm potent
Don't fit? Don't it, Flow got that 4-fifth
Who do that voodoo, my doll it's that cordless
All and that and then some
Get paid to put raps on tracks, I guess my income
The beat chills so they be comin for refills
(My man shows his street skills) From to the Peekskills
the rumors, givin MCs brain tumors
Time to step off the set, gotta jet like

(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, phony
One to my muthafucker A.G.
A true giant in the industry, hold 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 it on, so bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns, yeah