Got the Flava

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