Got the Flava

Show & A.G. got the flavas (The flavas)

Rolling with the Dwellas and the neighbors (The neighbors)

Show & A.G. got the flavas (The flavas)

Rolling with the Dwellas and the neighbors (The neighbors)

Hey yo, no question, I'm the best in this rap business

No doubt I'm strapped, get back or get clapped ridiculous, 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' **** 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)

Ayo, the honeys 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 **** Gary Aida

Peace to Roc Raida 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 **** like Emmitt Smith

Touchdown, I buck down MCs that step up

10 G's, if you want a 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 I'd 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, fuck it

Them **** 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

Check the method, but don't sweat the technique

Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak when the vets speak

(I'm hoping) 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 four-fifth

Hoodoo 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

Show & A.G. got the flavas (The flavas)

Rolling with the Dwellas and the neighbors (The neighbors)

Show & A.G. got the flavas (The flavas)

Rolling with the Dwellas and the neighbors (The neighbors)

Show & A.G. got the flavas (The flavas)

Rolling with the Dwellas and the neighbors (The neighbors)

Show & A.G. got the flavas (The flavas)

Rolling with the Dwellas and the neighbors (The neighbors)

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

(Fool, word to God, know what I'm saying?)

Yeah

Sha's going down, you know who got the flava (Got the flava, the flava)

So bring it on, so bring it on

All you motherfucking corns, yeah