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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 the dwellas and the neighbors (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 flippin one (don't be dumb)
You run or end up like my last victim
Shit that's I already been through
Scared the threats I sent you (it's all in the mental)
Jackin niggas like I'm in the
through that ass like a Ginsu as I commense to
Get big my nigs, A.G. & Showbiz
Now your idol was doin vital damage to your
Word straight up and down, MCs get crushed
leave your style cramped, my crew can't be touched
So when you hear the bomb you it's D. Flow son
No one can fuck around, that's right (no one)

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

Arty]
Touchdown, I buck MCs that step up
10 G's if you MC wrecked up
The ghetto dwella's in your hood, down
Stomps from the Bronx, the man from the Boogie Down
Momma never told me there would be days like
That I'd be rippin tracks, gettin with my nigs
On tour, with that 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 it cause we made this
I'm gettin papers my peeps
As Party Arty keeps Bacardi so MCs the shotty

[A.G.]
the method but don't sweat the technique
Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak the vets speak
(Hopin) That your head meets my bed
(Now you're open) the Red Sea cause I'm potent
fit? Don't force it, Flow got that 4-fifth
Who do with that voodoo, my doll it's that
All and that and then some
Get paid to put raps on tracks, I that's my income
The chills so they be comin back for refills
(My man his street skills) From here to the Peekskills
Kill the rumors, givin MCs tumors
Time to step off the set, gotta jet like

(2x)]

[Method
What the blood clot, son lick a shot, show your in the area
me not, mass hysteria
My revolves around blunts, the Methical
The one and piece original, never phony
One to my muthafucker A.G.
A true giant in the industry, your 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 it on, all you muthafuckin corns, yeah