[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