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Yo - who hold guns and ice bigger than life;
Got bitches throwin they drawers on - 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 tour ever since
So y'all are fuckin the hoes who used to be mine

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

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

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

all together

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

Yeah, yeah,
I'm samson delilah, the soul survivor
The drunk driver that rolls straight, the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, wash it down with
My telly's a desert eagle for all the shots I called
My niggaz gotta ball, 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 style I kick be called ? ? rap
the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it
They stomach what I throw, they know I'm for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the party quiet (shhhhh)
The love I lost 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 home to l.a.
connectin flights to rip it elsewhere

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

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

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

This is for the dj, bring it back one
I drop like 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, upstage niggaz like gladys
Them little pips, done tripped the wire
Blamin they legs, while I'm claimin tunes
In this we'll stay down like seats found in bathrooms

Yeah - we flat out classic, the real from the plastic
And I gotta say no
no games, hit the switches, crack the frame
Show no shame or it all up, take the blame
Brand name fresh out the box hustle
success is mind over muscle
Grind til the fall off, accept the loss
I never been soft, the cost, addicted to floss
Nailed to the cross it's time to
My only concern is sure that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, niggaz
Is all up in the and don't deserve to be down

Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick
De la, xzibit and tha came to get that
And what you about us droppin ya
And leavin you with half a face like the phantom of the

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

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