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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I it dirty like under the bed (dirty)
Dirty uncle red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown likwit flow thicker than the
Dirt you dishin out, tellin it all
down 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 to get it on, past the break of the dawn
Tash'll punch you in grill and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin diss songs? that rhyme my way
I can y'all 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 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 back one
I drop bombs like when my moms me to rhyme
I'm - old like my dad is
So add this, to collect', plug won - who the baddest?

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

Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the from the plastic
And I say no names
no games, hit the switches, crack the frame
Show no shame or fuck it all up, the blame
Brand fresh out the box type hustle
Manpower success is mind muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, the loss
I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to
Nailed to the it's time 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 deserve to be down

Four bottle rap, the cap and kick back
De la, xzibit and tha came to get that
And what you know about us ya
And you with half a face 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 right to shut the up! {*laughing*}