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

Love my Com Sense
When he bang dents all up in they
Wall to wall bullshit, I got floors
Set sail for ever since eighty-nine
So are fuckin' the same hoes who used 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 drunk off you sippin'
CaTash put the dip in dip socialize
Fuck around with me and next you'll yo' crib burglarized

Yo, you better recognize and try to 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 thing happen to you

And leave your ass sticky like glue
Blood leakin' out, freakin' 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 of threat

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

And what you know about them gun
Got a nigga duckin' while them girls fright
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 down alcohol
My celly's a Desert Eagle for all the fuckin' shots I

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

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

The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I
But the fact that I spit 'em makes me the name
So pass the mic so I can put in my
I rip it from to L.A. with connectin' flights 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 mind expand, have a plan

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

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

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

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

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

And I've been to get it on, past the break of the dawn
Tash'll punch you in your grill and 'Potholes in Yo' Lawn'
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 with De La Soul and
We on the same vibe, 'cause real niggaz
The situation is
But see songs like is why this album goin' classic

This is for the DJ, it back one time
I drop like when my moms told me to rhyme
I'm old like my dad is
So add this, to your collect', Plug Won, who the

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

Yeah, we flat out classic, separate the real from the
And I ain't say no names
no games, hit the switches, crack 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 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' sure that Hollywood
Hollywood burn, to the ground
Trick-ass niggaz is all up in the game and don't deserve to be

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

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

You got the to shut the fuck up