Method Man - Got The Flava Lyrics
[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 BusinessNo Doubt I'm Strapped, Get Back Or Get Clapped Rediculous SonI'm Flippin This One (don't Be Dumb)You Better Run Or End Up Like My Last VictimShit That's Real I Already Been ThroughScared From The Threats I Sent You (it's All In The Mental)Jackin Niggas Like I'm In The CentralCuttin Through That Ass Like A Ginsu As I Commense ToGet Big With My Nigs, A.g. & ShowbizNow Your Idol Was Doin Vital Damage To Your RibsWord Straight Up And Down, Crab Mcs Get CrushedI'll Leave Your Style Cramped, My Crew Can't Be TouchedSo When You Hear The Bomb You Know It's D. Flow SonNo One Can ***** 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 HoodBig Shouts To Uncle Pete, You're My Number One NeighborNo Doubt I'm Puffin Later With My Nigga Gary AidaPeace To Roc Raider And All The GoodfellasPeople Gettin Jealous, Well It's The Brothers (the Brothers)On Some Other Shit Can't Forget ShabazzRepresentin Not To Mention That I'm Gettin CashGet With That Or Get With This Because I'm Kickin ThisWith The Styles I'm Runnin Through Niggas Like Emmit Smith[party Arty]Touchdown, I Buck Down Mcs That Step Up10 G's If You Wanna Mc Wrecked UpThe Ghetto Dwella's In Your Hood, Hoodie DownStomps From The Bronx, The Boogie Man From The Boogie DownMomma Never Told Me There Would Be Days Like ThisThat I'd Be Rippin Tracks, Gettin Paid With My NigsOn Tour, Roar With That Hardcore StuffNiggas Call Bluffs (i Give Em No Chance) I Make It More Rough(and Even Slow Dance) On Niggas Faces, Rugged, ***** ItThem Niggas Got To Love It Cause We Made ThisI'm Gettin Papers With My PeepsAs Party Arty Keeps Bacardi So Mcs Meet The Shotty[a.g.]Check The Method But Don't Sweat The TechniqueEven Made The Baddest Dime *****es 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 PotentDon't Fit? Don't Force It, Flow Got That 4-fifthWho Do With That Voodoo, My Doll It's That CordlessAll This And That And Then SomeGet Paid To Put Raps On Tracks, I Guess That's My IncomeThe Beat Chills So They Be Comin Back For Refills(my Man Shows His Street Skills) From Here To The PeekskillsKill The Rumors, Givin Mcs Brain TumorsTime 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 AreaForget Me Not, Mass HysteriaMy Style Revolves Around Blunts, The MethicalThe One And Only Piece Original, Never PhonyOne Love To My Mutha*****er 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 FlavaWe Got The Flava, The FlavaSo Bring It On, So Bring It On, All You Mutha*****in Corns, Yeah
