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

Love my nigga Com
he bang dents all up in they wallets
Wall to wall bullshit, I got hardwood
Set sail for tour ever eighty-nine
So y'all are fuckin' the same 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 thought was slippin'
Then put drink down, you drunk off what you sippin'
put the dip in dip dive socialize
Fuck around me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized

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

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

Jugglin' deez nuts smugglin' cuts from S.C.
You believe there's no web or weave a net
We done swallowed 40 of threat

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

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

Yeah, yeah, look, I'm Samson 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 Eagle for all the fuckin' shots I call

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

Yo these styles I kick should be called Bic
Drawin' the pussy out the 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 I lost outweighs the rhymes I gain
But the fact that I spit 'em makes me cherish the
So pass the mic so I can put in my
I rip it from home to L.A. with connectin' flights to rip it

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

Ro-Gram is rare earth, Black Tarzan
You got to live with the dealt 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 Uncle Red, aiyyo, well hella poo-poo
Dirty Liquid flow thicker than the Yoo-hoo
Dirt you dishin' out, tellin' it all

Face down in the dirt, doin' my work
Expert, tryin' to regulate my
Head jerk, spice it rice, stiff with 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 what you about an off night?
What you know about niggaz for the light?

And you know about 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
Tash'll punch you in grill and leave 'Potholes in Yo' Lawn'
You makin' songs? Spit that rhyme my way
I can shut niggaz down like the Y-2-K

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

is for the DJ, bring it back one time
I bombs 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 status, upstage these niggaz like Gladys
Them 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 out classic, separate the real from the plastic
And I ain't gotta say no
no games, hit the switches, crack the frame
Show no or fuck it all up, take the blame

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

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

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 half a face like the Phantom of the Opera?

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

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

You got the right to the fuck up