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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 I love my moms
Love my nigga com sense he bang dents all up in they wallets
Wall to wall I got hardwood floors
Set sail for tour ever eighty-nine
So y'all are fuckin the same hoes who to be mine

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

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

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

all together

What you know my writes? (my writes)
What you know about what's weak, tight?
And you know about an off night? (uhh)
What you know about frontin for the light?
And what you know them gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a nigga duckin while them girls show
What you 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 rolls straight, take the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, it down with alcohol
My telly's a desert for all the fuckin shots I called
My niggaz ball, never settle for less
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' like two breasts
Step into my office cause time for you to roll somethin
One false move, and we gon' beat you you stole somethin

Yo these I kick should be called ? ? rap
Drawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, I want it
stomach what I throw, they know I'm right 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 pass the mic so I can put in my
I rip it from to l.a.
With connectin to rip it elsewhere

Drinkin up & 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 a plan
Ro-gram is rare earth, swingin black
You got to live with the cards dealt in yo'
Stay young like pan, like sly, take a stand
And go uptown saturday night ichiban

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

w/ minor variations

And I've been known to get it on, the break of the dawn
Tash'll punch you in your and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin songs? spit that rhyme 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, cause real niggaz
("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 bombs like when my moms told me to rhyme
I'm - old school my dad is
So add this, to collect', plug won - who the baddest?

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

Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the 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 name fresh out the box type
Manpower success is over muscle
til the wheels fall off, accept the loss
I never been soft, whatever the cost, to floss
Nailed to the it's time to return
My only is makin sure that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, niggaz
Is all up in the game and don't to be down

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

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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 the fuck up! {*laughing*}