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

And I've been waitin three to rhyme longside my people
Rico, de la, inject you the lethal
Dose of hop-hippin if you thought catash was
Then put that drink down, you drunk off what you
Catash put the dip in dip dive
Fuck around with me and next you'll find yo' crib

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

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

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

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

Yo these style I should be called ? ? rap
Drawin the out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it
stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for they diet
They flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh)
The love I outweighs the rhymes I gain
But the that I spit 'em makes me cherish the name
So the mic so I can put in my share
I rip it from to l.a.
With flights to rip it elsewhere

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

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

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And I've been known to get it on, past the break of the
punch you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you diss 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 niggaz coincide
("right-right-right..") the situation is
But see songs these is why this album goin classic

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

Aiyyo we theme status, upstage these niggaz like gladys
Them little pips, done tripped the wire
Blamin they legs, I'm claimin these tunes
In this we'll stay down like found in sorority bathrooms

Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real from the
And I say no names
Play no games, hit the switches, the frame
no shame or fuck it all up, take the blame
Brand name fresh out the box type
Manpower success is mind over
Grind til the wheels fall off, the loss
I never soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss
Nailed to the cross it's time to
My only concern is makin that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass
Is all up in the game and don't to be down

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

w/ minor variations

[chorus
Ah you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know my writes? (my writes)

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