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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
money 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 since eighty-nine
So y'all are fuckin' the same hoes who used to be

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

Yo, you better recognize and try to this
Hand over fist, how can a man act like a
Change and switch, on his crew
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' cops out
Got you on your knees a freak

Jugglin' deez smugglin' these cuts 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 about what's weak, what's tight?
And what you know about an off
What you know niggaz frontin' for the light?

And you know about them gun fights?
Got a nigga duckin' while them girls fright
And you know about my writes?
Ah, you know 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 with
My celly's a Desert Eagle for all the fuckin' I call

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

Yo these I kick should be called Bic raps
Drawin' the pussy out the after my prize, 'cause 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 rhymes I
But the fact that I '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 flights to rip it elsewhere

Drinkin' up 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 your expand, everyday have a plan

Ro-Gram is 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, Saturday Night' like Geechie Dan

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

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

Yo, what you about my writes?
What you know about what's weak, 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 nigga duckin' while them girls fright
And what you know my writes?
Ah, what you know my writes?

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

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

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 your collect', Plug Won, who the

Aiyyo, we park status, upstage these niggaz like Gladys
Them little Pips, they done tripped the
Blamin' they legs, while I'm claimin' tunes
In this we'll stay down like seats found in 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 or fuck it all up, take the blame

Brand name fresh out the box type
Manpower is mind over muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, the loss
I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to

Nailed to the cross it's to return
My only concern is makin' sure 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 back
De La, Xzibit and Tha came to get that
And what you know about us ya
And you with half a face like the Phantom of the Opera?

And you know about my writes?
What you know what's weak, what's tight?
And you know about 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 fright
And what you know my writes?
Ah, you know about my writes?
Ah, you know about my writes?
Ah, what you know my writes?

You got the right to shut the up