[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