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Yo, who hold and rock ice bigger than life
Got bitches throwin' they drawers on stage, that me
I kids, push whips, piss an MC
Love like I love my moms

Love my Com Sense
When he bang dents all up in they
Wall to wall bullshit, I got floors
Set sail for tour since eighty-nine
So y'all are the same hoes who used to be mine

And I've been waitin' three summers to rhyme alongside my
Rico, De La, inject you the lethal
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 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 before the same thing happen to you

And they'll leave ass sticky like glue
Blood leakin' out, girls out
cops tweakin' out
Got you on knees like 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 what you about an off night?
you know about niggaz frontin' for the light?

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

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

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

Yo these styles I kick should be 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 outweighs the rhymes I gain
But the fact that I spit 'em makes me cherish the
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 young man, trip, piss in a can
Gettin' a for two grand, now you got your own land
Let your expand, everyday have a plan

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

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

Face down in the dirt, my dirty work
Expert, to regulate 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 weak, what's tight?
And what you about an off night?
What you know niggaz frontin' for the light?

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, we flat out classic, separate the real from the
And I gotta say no names
no games, hit the switches, crack the frame
Show no or fuck it all up, take the blame

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

Nailed to the 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 game and don't deserve to be

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

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

You got the to shut the fuck up