[Hook]
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)
[Verse 1: D. Flow]
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 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)
[Verse 2: Wali World]
Ayo, 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 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 niggas like Emmitt Smith
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)
[Verse 1: D. Flow]
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 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)
[Verse 2: Wali World]
Ayo, 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 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 niggas like Emmitt Smith
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