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Flavor Unit

dig too deep, who are you to sleep? On me, the Queen of the Flavor Unit posse You wanna step? Then step hard This is the Flavor Unit Assassination Squad

burn marks on my hips from my twin glocks [Chorus] (Queen Latifah) I got flava for days (KRS-One) Flava unit has a title Roll With the Flava [x4] Verse

memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop' G G G G G, young homey got shit locked Public Enemy No.1, Flavor Flav with a wrist watch All black G-Units, all black

, brother what'chu wanna do? (Whattup?) Brother tell me, if it's on, it's on (Hey yo check, one two) Yeah that's right, Flavor Flav takin' you back to

get a fix upon my mental -- I keep it complicated Explosion of the spirit cause I opened up my soul and created So now you dig the flavor, you're tasting

in the house Kid Capri got the Mad, mad crew up in the house Gang Starr got the Mad, mad crew up in the house Ill Will got the Mad, mad crew up in the house Flavor Unit

Let's start the show off, sisters ago look alive The Queen Latifah, the King of 45 Bringing a mixture of pure flavor I make beats, she rock rhymes, so

the children So get down with the sound and you will lend To let me bring while I bring Queen Latifah to the 45 King Creating a new style in the name of the Flavor Unit

the children So get down with the sound and you will lend To let me bring while I bring Queen Latifah to the 45 King Creating a new style in the name of the Flavor Unit