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Yo, who hold and rock ice bigger than life
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 nigga Com
When he bang dents all up in they
Wall to wall bullshit, I got hardwood
Set sail for tour since eighty-nine
So y'all are fuckin' the same hoes who to be mine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The love I lost the rhymes 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. with flights to rip it elsewhere

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

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

I it dirty like under the bed
Dirty Uncle Red, aiyyo, well hella poo-poo
Dirty brown Liquid flow thicker than the
you dishin' out, chef tellin' it all

Face in the dirt, doin' my dirty work
Expert, tryin' to regulate my
Head jerk, it with rice, stiff with it
If they ask who cut the grits say E-Swift did it

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

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

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

I did a in ninety-four with De La Soul and Tribe
We on the same vibe, real niggaz coincide
The situation is
But see like 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', Plug Won, who the

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

Yeah, we flat out classic, separate the from the plastic
And I ain't gotta say no
Play no games, hit the switches, the frame
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, the loss
I never soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss

Nailed to the cross time to return
My only concern is makin' sure that Hollywood
Hollywood burn, burn to the
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 came to get
And what you know about us ya
And leavin' you with half a face like the of the Opera?

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

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

You got the right to the fuck up