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Yo, who guns and rock ice bigger than life
Got bitches throwin' they drawers on stage, that me
I kids, push whips, piss an MC
Love money I love my moms

my nigga Com Sense
When he dents all up in they wallets
Wall to wall bullshit, I got floors
Set for tour ever since eighty-nine
So y'all are the same hoes who used to be mine

And I've been waitin' summers to rhyme alongside my people
Rico, De La, you with the lethal
Dose of hop hippin' if you CaTash was slippin'
Then put that down, you drunk off what you sippin'
CaTash put the dip in dip socialize
around with me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized

Yo, you better recognize and try to this
Hand over fist, how can a man act a bitch?
Change and switch, snitch on his
Yo, get rid of the niggaz the same thing happen to you

And leave your ass sticky like glue
Blood leakin' out, girls out
cops tweakin' out
Got you on your knees a freak

Jugglin' nuts smugglin' these cuts from S.C.
You best believe no web or weave a net
We swallowed 40 bottles of threat

Yo, what you know my writes?
What you know about what's weak, what's
And what you about an off night?
What you know about niggaz frontin' for the

And you know about them gun fights?
Got a nigga duckin' while them show fright
And what you know about my
Ah, what you know about my

Yeah, yeah, look, I'm without Delilah, the soul survivor
The drunk driver rolls straight, take the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, wash it with alcohol
My celly's a Desert Eagle for all the shots I call

My niggaz ball, never settle for less
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest two breasts
Step into my office it's time for you to roll somethin'
One move, and we gon' beat you like you stole somethin'

Yo these styles I kick should be Bic raps
Drawin' the out the nigga after my prize, 'cause I won it
They stomach I throw, they know I'm right for they diet
They librarian flow the party real quiet

The love I outweighs the rhymes I gain
But the fact that I spit 'em makes me the name
So the mic so I can put in my share
I rip it from home to L.A. connectin' flights to rip it elsewhere

up Black and Tan in the back of a van
I as a young man, long trip, piss in a can
Gettin' a for two grand, now you got your own land
Let mind expand, everyday have a plan

is rare earth, swingin' Black Tarzan
You got to live with the cards in yo' hand
Stay young like Pan, like Sly, take a Stand
And go, 'Uptown Saturday Night' Geechie Dan

I keep it dirty like the bed
Dirty like Uncle Red, aiyyo, well poo-poo
Dirty brown Liquid flow thicker the Yoo-hoo
Dirt you dishin' out, tellin' it all

Face down in the dirt, doin' my work
Expert, to regulate my network
Head jerk, spice it rice, stiff with it
If ask who cut the grits I'ma say E-Swift did it

Yo, what you about my writes?
What you know what's weak, what's tight?
And what you about an off night?
you know about niggaz frontin' for the light?

And what you know about them gun
Got a nigga duckin' while them show fright
And what you know my writes?
Ah, what you know about my

And I've been to get it on, past the break of the dawn
punch you in your grill and leave 'Potholes in Yo' Lawn'
You makin' diss songs? that rhyme my way
I can shut y'all niggaz down the Y-2-K

I did a tour in ninety-four with De La Soul and
We on the same vibe, 'cause niggaz coincide
The is drastic
But see songs like these is why this album classic

This is for the DJ, bring it back one
I drop bombs like when my told me to rhyme
I'm old school my dad is
So add this, to your collect', Plug Won, who the

Aiyyo, we theme park status, these niggaz like Gladys
Them little Pips, done tripped the wire
they legs, while I'm claimin' these tunes
In this we'll down like seats found in sorority bathrooms

Yeah, we flat out classic, separate the real from the
And I ain't say no names
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the
Show no shame or fuck it all up, take the

Brand name fresh out the box type
Manpower is mind over muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, the loss
I never been soft, the cost, addicted to floss

Nailed to the it's time to return
My only concern is sure that Hollywood burn
Hollywood burn, burn to the
niggaz is all up in the game and don't deserve to be down

Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick
De La, Xzibit and Tha Liks came to get
And what you know about us ya
And leavin' you with half a face the Phantom of the Opera?

And you know about my writes?
What you know what's weak, what's tight?
And what you know about an off
What you know niggaz frontin' for the light?

And what you know about them gun
Got a nigga duckin' while them show fright
And what you about my writes?
Ah, what you about my writes?
Ah, what you know my writes?
Ah, what you know about my

You got the to shut the fuck up