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Yo, who hold guns and rock ice bigger life
Got bitches they drawers on stage, that ain't me
I raise kids, push whips, an MC
Love money I love my moms

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

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

Yo, you recognize and try to analyze this
Hand over fist, how can a man act like a
and switch, snitch on his crew
Yo, get rid of the niggaz before the same happen to you

And they'll leave your ass sticky glue
leakin' out, girls freakin' out
Motherfuckin' tweakin' out
Got you on your knees like a

deez nuts smugglin' these cuts from S.C.
You best there's no web or weave a net
We done swallowed 40 of threat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ro-Gram is rare earth, swingin' Tarzan
You got to live with the cards dealt in yo'
Stay young like Peter Pan, 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 flow thicker than the Yoo-hoo
Dirt you dishin' out, tellin' it all

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

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

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

And I've been known to get it on, the break of the dawn
Tash'll punch you in your grill and leave 'Potholes in Yo'
You makin' diss Spit that rhyme my way
I can shut y'all niggaz down like the

I did a tour in with De La Soul and Tribe
We on the same vibe, 'cause real coincide
The is drastic
But see songs these is why this album goin' classic

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

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

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

Brand fresh out the box type hustle
success is mind over muscle
Grind til the wheels off, accept the loss
I never soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss

Nailed to the cross it's to return
My only concern is makin' that Hollywood burn
burn, burn to the ground
Trick-ass is all up in the game and don't deserve to be down

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

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

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

You got the right to shut the up