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

And I've been waitin three summers to rhyme my people
Rico, de la, you with the lethal
Dose of hop-hippin if you 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 recognize and try to analyze this
Hand fist - how can a man act like a bitch?
Change and switch, on his crew
Yo get rid of the niggaz before the same happen to you

And leave your ass sticky like glue
Blood out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out
Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin nuts
Smugglin these cuts s.c., you best be-
there's 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 about what's weak, what's tight?
And what you know about an off (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 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 rolls straight, take the whole cake
it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol
My telly's a eagle for all the fuckin shots I called
My niggaz gotta ball, settle for less
metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts
Step into my office cause time for you to roll somethin
One false move, and we gon' beat you like you somethin

Yo these I kick should be called ? ? rap
Drawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, I want it
They what I throw, they know I'm right for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the real 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 from to l.a.
With connectin flights to rip it

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

I keep it dirty like the bed (dirty)
Dirty like uncle aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
brown likwit flow thicker than the yoo-hoo
Dirt you dishin out, tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, doin my work
Expert, tryin to regulate my
Head jerk, it with rice, stick with 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 makin diss songs? spit that my way
I can shut y'all niggaz down the y-2-k
I did a tour in 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 like my dad is
So add this, to collect', plug won - who the baddest?

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

Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real the plastic
And I say no names
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the
Show no or fuck it all up, take the blame
name fresh out the box type hustle
Manpower success is 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 makin sure that burn,
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass
Is all up in the game and don't to be down

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

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

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