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

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

And I've been waitin' three summers to rhyme my people
Rico, De La, inject you the lethal
Dose of hop hippin' if you thought was slippin'
put that 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 better and try to analyze this
Hand over fist, how can a man act a bitch?
and switch, snitch on his crew
Yo, get rid of the niggaz the same thing happen to you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Drinkin' up Black and Tan in the of a van
I learned as a 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 with the cards dealt in yo' hand
Stay young like Peter Pan, Sly, take a Stand
And go, 'Uptown Night' like Geechie Dan

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

Face down in the dirt, doin' my dirty
Expert, tryin' to regulate my
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 about my
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 gun fights?
Got a nigga duckin' while girls show fright
And what you know about my
Ah, you know about my writes?

And I've been known to get it on, past the of the dawn
Tash'll punch you in your 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 same vibe, 'cause real niggaz
The situation is
But see songs these 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 school my dad is
So add this, to collect', Plug Won, who the baddest?

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

Yeah, we flat out classic, the real from the plastic
And I gotta 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 success is over muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the
I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to

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

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

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

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

You got the to shut the fuck up