go TT和F lava

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 Im the best in this rap business
No doubt Im strapped, get back or get clapped rediculous son
Im flippin this one (dont be dumb)
You better run or end up like my last victim
**** thats real I already been through
Scared from the threats I sent you (its all in the mental)
Jackin ****** like Im 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
Ill leave your style cramped, my crew cant be touched
So when you hear the bomb you know its D. Flow son
No one can **** around, yeah thats right (no one)
(Wali World)
Hey yo the honies on the dilz cause I play ball good (its all good)
Im still representin the hood
Big shouts to Uncle Pete, youre my number one neighbor
No doubt Im puffin later with my ***** Gary Aida
Peace to Roc Raider and all the goodfellas
People gettin jealous, well its the brothers (the brothers)
On some other **** cant forget Shabazz
Representin not to mention that Im gettin cash
Get with that or get with this because Im kickin this
With the styles Im runnin through ****** like Emmit Smith
(Party Arty)
Touchdown, I buck down MCs that step up
10 Gs if you wanna MC wrecked up
The ghetto dwellas 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 Id be rippin tracks, gettin paid with my nigs
On tour, roar with that hardcore stuff
****** call bluffs (I give em no chance) I make it more rough
(And even slow dance) on ****** faces, rugged, **** it
Them * ***** got to love it cause we made this
Im gettin papers with my peeps
As Party Arty keeps Bacardi so MCs meet the shotty
(A.G.)
Check the method but dont sweat the technique
Even made the baddest dime *****es get weak when the vets speak
(Hopin) That your head meets my bed sheets
(Now youre open) Like the Red Sea cause Im potent
Dont fit? Dont force it, Flow got that 4-fifth
Who do with that voodoo, my doll its that cordless
All this and that and then some
Get paid to put raps on tracks , I guess thats 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 mutha****** A.G.
A true giant in the industry, hold your shoes up
(Word to God, youknowImsayin)
Yeah, thats how its goin down, you know who got the flava
We got the flava, the flava
So bring it on, so bring it on, all you mutha****in corns, yeah