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

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

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

Yo, you better 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 before the same happen to you

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

Jugglin' deez nuts smugglin' cuts from S.C.
You believe there's no web or weave 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 about them gun fights?
Got a nigga duckin' while girls show fright
And you know about my writes?
Ah, what you about my writes?

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

My niggaz gotta ball, settle for less
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' like two breasts
into my office 'cause it's time for you to roll somethin'
One false move, and we gon' you like you stole somethin'

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

The love I outweighs 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 from home to L.A. with connectin' to rip it elsewhere

up Black 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 expand, everyday have a plan

Ro-Gram is rare earth, swingin' Black
You got to live the cards dealt in yo' hand
Stay young like Peter Pan, like Sly, take a
And go, 'Uptown Saturday Night' Geechie Dan

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is for the DJ, it back one time
I drop bombs like 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 park status, upstage these niggaz like Gladys
Them Pips, they done tripped the wire
Blamin' they legs, while I'm these tunes
In this we'll stay down like seats in sorority bathrooms

Yeah, we flat out classic, separate the from the plastic
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
success is mind over muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the
I never soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss

to the cross it's time to return
My only concern is sure that Hollywood burn
burn, burn to the ground
Trick-ass niggaz is all up in the game and deserve to be down

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

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

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

You got the right to the fuck up