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