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

Love my nigga Com
When he bang dents all up in they
Wall to wall bullshit, I got hardwood
Set sail for ever 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, you with the lethal
Dose of hop hippin' if you CaTash was slippin'
Then put that drink down, you off what you sippin'
CaTash put the dip in dip socialize
Fuck around with me and next find yo' crib burglarized

Yo, you recognize and try to analyze this
over fist, how can a man act like a bitch?
Change and switch, on his crew
Yo, get rid of the niggaz the same thing happen to you

And they'll leave your ass sticky like
Blood out, girls freakin' out
cops tweakin' out
Got you on your knees like a

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

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

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

My gotta ball, never settle for less
metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts
Step into my office 'cause it's time for you to 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 nigga after my prize, I won it
stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for they diet
They flow 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 pass the mic so I can put in my
I rip it from home to L.A. with connectin' flights to rip it

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

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

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

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

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

And what you know them gun fights?
Got a nigga duckin' while them girls show
And what you know my writes?
Ah, you know 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 'Potholes in Yo' Lawn'
You makin' diss songs? Spit that my way
I can shut y'all niggaz down like the

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

is for the DJ, bring it back one time
I drop bombs like when my moms told me to
I'm old school my dad is
So add this, to collect', Plug Won, who the baddest?

Aiyyo, we theme park status, these niggaz like Gladys
Them little Pips, done tripped the wire
Blamin' they legs, while I'm claimin' 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, the frame
Show no or fuck it all up, take the blame

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

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

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

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

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

You got the to shut the fuck up