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Yo - who hold guns and ice bigger than life;
Got throwin they drawers on stage - that ain't me!
I kids, push whips, piss an mc
Love money like I my moms
Love my nigga com sense when he bang dents all up in wallets
to wall bullshit I got hardwood floors
Set sail for ever since eighty-nine
So y'all are fuckin the same who used to be mine

And been waitin three summers to rhyme longside my people
Rico, de la, inject you with the
Dose of if you thought catash was slippin
Then put that drink down, you drunk off you sippin
put the dip in dip dive socialize
Fuck around with me and next you'll find yo' burglarized

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

And they'll leave ass sticky like glue
Blood leakin out, freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out
Got you on knees like a freak, jugglin deez nuts
Smugglin cuts from s.c., you best be-
there's no web or leave a net
We done swallowed 40 of threat, yo

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you know about my writes? (my writes)
What you know about what's weak, tight?
And what you know about an off (uhh)
What you about niggaz frontin for the light?
And you know about them gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a duckin while them girls show fright
you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my (my writes)

Yeah, yeah,
I'm without delilah, the soul survivor
The drunk driver that straight, take the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, wash it down with
My a desert eagle for all the fuckin shots I called
My gotta ball, never settle for less
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest two breasts
Step into my office it's time for you to roll somethin
One false move, and we gon' you like you stole somethin

Yo these style I kick be called ? ? rap
Drawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, I want it
They stomach what I throw, they know I'm for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the party real (shhhhh)
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 home to l.a.
connectin flights to rip it elsewhere

Drinkin up black & tan in the of a van
I learned as a young man - trip, piss in a can
a house for two grand, now you got your own land
Let your mind expand, everyday a plan
Ro-gram is rare earth, swingin black
You got to with the cards dealt in yo' hand
Stay young like peter pan, sly, take a stand
And go uptown night like ichiban

I keep it dirty under the bed (dirty)
Dirty uncle red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty likwit flow thicker than the yoo-hoo
Dirt you out, chef tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, my dirty work
Expert, tryin to regulate my
Head jerk, spice it rice, stick with it
If they ask who cut the grits i'ma say did it

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And I've been to get it on, past the break of the dawn
Tash'll you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin diss songs? spit that my way
I can y'all niggaz down like the y-2-k
I did a in ninety-four with de la soul and tribe
We on the same vibe, real niggaz coincide
("right-right-right..") the is drastic
But see songs like is why this album goin classic

This is for the dj, bring it one time
I drop bombs like when my told me to rhyme
I'm - old school my dad is
So add this, to collect', plug won - who the baddest?

Aiyyo we theme park status, upstage niggaz 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 out classic, seperate the real from the plastic
And I say no names
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the
Show no shame or fuck it all up, the blame
Brand fresh out the box type hustle
success is mind over muscle
Grind til the fall off, accept the loss
I been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss
Nailed to the cross it's to return
My only concern is sure that hollywood burn,
burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass niggaz
Is all up in the game and don't deserve to be

Four rap, twist the cap and kick back
De la, xzibit and tha liks to get that
And you know about us droppin ya
And leavin you with half a face the phantom of the opera?

w/ minor variations

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Ah what you know about my (my writes)
Ah what you know about my (my writes)

You got the right to shut the up! {*laughing*}