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

Love my Com Sense
When he dents all up in they wallets
to wall bullshit, I got hardwood floors
Set sail for tour 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, inject you with the
Dose of hop if you thought CaTash was slippin'
Then put drink 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 recognize and try to analyze 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 they'll leave ass sticky like glue
Blood out, girls freakin' out
cops tweakin' out
Got you on knees like a freak

Jugglin' deez nuts smugglin' these from S.C.
You best believe there's no web or a net
We done 40 bottles of threat

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

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

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

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

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

The love I lost outweighs the I gain
But the fact that I spit 'em me cherish 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 learned as a young man, long trip, 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 the cards dealt in yo' hand
Stay young like Pan, like Sly, take a Stand
And go, 'Uptown Saturday Night' like Dan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, we out classic, separate the real from the plastic
And I ain't gotta say no
no games, hit the switches, crack the frame
Show no shame or it all up, take the blame

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

Nailed to the cross time to return
My concern is makin' sure that Hollywood burn
Hollywood burn, to the ground
Trick-ass niggaz is all up in the and don't deserve to be down

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

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

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

You got the to shut the fuck up