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

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

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

Yo, you recognize and try to analyze 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 they'll leave your ass sticky glue
Blood out, girls freakin' out
cops tweakin' out
Got you on knees like 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, what you know about my
What you about what's weak, what's tight?
And you know about an off night?
What you know about frontin' for the light?

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

Yeah, yeah, look, I'm without Delilah, the soul survivor
The driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake
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 office 'cause it's for you to roll somethin'
One false move, and we gon' beat you you stole somethin'

Yo these styles I kick be called 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
They librarian keeps the party real quiet

The love I outweighs the rhymes I gain
But the fact I spit 'em makes me cherish 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 as a young man, long trip, piss in a can
a house for two grand, now you got your own land
Let your mind expand, everyday have a

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

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

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

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

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

And I've been known to get it on, past the of the dawn
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 down like the Y-2-K

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

is for the DJ, bring 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 like
Them Pips, they done tripped the wire
they legs, while I'm claimin' these tunes
In this stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms

Yeah, we flat out classic, separate the real the plastic
And I ain't gotta say no
no games, hit the switches, crack the frame
Show no shame or fuck it all up, the blame

name fresh out the box type hustle
Manpower success is mind muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, the loss
I been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss

Nailed to the cross time to return
My only concern is makin' sure Hollywood burn
Hollywood burn, burn to the
niggaz is all up in the game and don't deserve to be down

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

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

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

You got the right to the fuck up