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