Chorus:
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Show & A.G. got the flavas (the flavas)
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Rollin with the dwellas and the neighbors (the neighbors)
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Show & A.G. got the flavas (the flavas)
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Rollin with the dwellas and the neighbors (the neighbors)
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[D. Flow]
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Hey yo no question I'm the best in this rap business
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No doubt I'm strapped, get back or get clapped rediculous son
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I'm flippin this one (don't be dumb)
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You better run or end up like my last victim
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Shit that's real I already been through
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Scared from the threats I sent you (it's all in the mental)
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Jackin niggas like I'm in the Central
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Cuttin through that ass like a Ginsu as I commense to
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Get big with my nigs, A.G. & Showbiz
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Now your idol was doin vital damage to your ribs
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Word straight up and down, crab MCs get crushed
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I'll leave your style cramped, my crew can't be touched
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So when you hear the bomb you know it's D. Flow son
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No one can fuck around, yeah that's right (no one)
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[Wali World]
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Hey yo the honies on the dilz cause I play ball good (it's all good)
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I'm still representin the hood
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Big shouts to Uncle Pete, you're my number one neighbor
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No doubt I'm puffin later with my nigga Gary Aida
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Peace to Roc Raider and all the goodfellas
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People gettin jealous, well it's the brothers (the brothers)
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On some other shit can't forget Shabazz
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Representin not to mention that I'm gettin cash
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Get with that or get with this because I'm kickin this
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With the styles I'm runnin through niggas like Emmit Smith
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[Party Arty]
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Touchdown, I buck down MCs that step up
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10 G's if you wanna MC wrecked up
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The ghetto dwella's in your hood, hoodie down
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Stomps from the Bronx, the boogie man from the Boogie Down
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Momma never told me there would be days like this
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That I'd be rippin tracks, gettin paid with my nigs
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On tour, roar with that hardcore stuff
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Niggas call bluffs (I give em no chance) I make it more rough
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(And even slow dance) on niggas faces, rugged, fuck it
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Them niggas got to love it cause we made this
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I'm gettin papers with my peeps
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As Party Arty keeps Bacardi so MCs meet the shotty
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[A.G.]
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Check the method but don't sweat the technique
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Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak when the vets speak
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(Hopin) That your head meets my bed sheets
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(Now you're open) Like the Red Sea cause I'm potent
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Don't fit? Don't force it, Flow got that 4-fifth
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Who do with that voodoo, my doll it's that cordless
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All this and that and then some
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Get paid to put raps on tracks, I guess that's my income
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The beat chills so they be comin back for refills
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(My man shows his street skills) From here to the Peekskills
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Kill the rumors, givin MCs brain tumors
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Time to step off the set, gotta jet like Puma
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Chorus (2x)
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[Method Man]
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What the blood clot, son lick a shot, show your love in the area
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Forget me not, mass hysteria
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My style revolves around blunts, the Methical
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The one and only piece original, never phony
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One love to my muthafucker A.G.
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A true giant in the industry, hold your shoes up
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(Word to God, youknowI'msayin)
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Yeah, that's how it's goin down, you know who got the flava
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We got the flava, the flava
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So bring it on, so bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns, yeah
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Got the Flava
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Showbiz & A.G. |