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Show & A.G. got the (the flavas)
Rollin the dwellas and the neighbors (the neighbors)
Show & A.G. got the (the flavas)
Rollin with the and the neighbors (the neighbors)

[D.
Hey yo no question I'm the best in rap business
No I'm strapped, get back 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 from the threats I 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 was doin vital damage to your ribs
straight up and down, crab MCs get crushed
I'll leave your style cramped, my crew can't be
So when you the bomb you know it's D. Flow son
No one can fuck around, yeah right (no one)

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

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

[A.G.]
Check the method but sweat the technique
made the baddest dime bitches get weak when the vets speak
(Hopin) your head meets my bed sheets
(Now you're open) Like the Red Sea I'm potent
Don't fit? Don't force it, Flow got that
Who do with voodoo, my doll it's that cordless
All and that and then some
Get paid to put raps on tracks, I guess that's my
The chills so they be comin back for refills
(My man shows his street skills) From here to the
the rumors, givin MCs brain tumors
Time to step off the set, gotta jet Puma

(2x)]

[Method
the blood clot, son lick a shot, show 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 who got the flava
We got the flava, the
So bring it on, so bring it on, all you corns, yeah