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

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

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

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

And they'll leave 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 no web or weave a net
We done swallowed 40 bottles of

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

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

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

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

Yo these styles I kick should be Bic raps
the pussy out the nigga after my prize, 'cause I won it
They stomach what I throw, they know I'm for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the party quiet

The love I outweighs the rhymes I gain
But the fact I spit '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, trip, piss in a can
Gettin' a for two grand, now you got your own land
Let your mind expand, everyday have a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

bottle rap, twist the cap and kick back
De La, and Tha Liks came to get that
And what you 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 know an off night?
What you know about niggaz for the light?

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

You got the right to shut the up