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Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger life;
Got bitches throwin they on stage - that ain't me!
I raise kids, push whips, an mc
Love money 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 sail for ever since eighty-nine
So y'all are fuckin the same hoes who to be mine

And I've been three summers to rhyme longside my people
Rico, de la, you with the lethal
Dose of if you thought catash was slippin
Then put that 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 a bitch?
Change and switch, snitch on his
Yo get rid of the niggaz the same thing happen to you

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

all together

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

Yeah, yeah,
I'm samson without delilah, the soul
The drunk driver that rolls straight, the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, it down with alcohol
My telly's a desert eagle for all the fuckin shots I
My gotta ball, never 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 style I kick should be called ? ? rap
Drawin the pussy out the nigga my prize, cause I want it
They stomach what I throw, they know I'm for they diet
They librarian flow the party real quiet (shhhhh)
The I lost outweighs the rhymes I gain
But the fact that I spit 'em makes me the name
So the mic so I can put in my share
I rip it home to l.a.
With connectin to rip it elsewhere

Drinkin up black & tan in the of a van
I as a young man - long trip, piss in a can
a house for two grand, now you got your own land
Let mind expand, everyday have a plan
Ro-gram is rare earth, 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)
like uncle red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty likwit flow thicker than the yoo-hoo
you dishin out, chef tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, doin my dirty
Expert, tryin to my network
jerk, spice it with rice, stick with it
If ask who cut the grits i'ma say e-swift did it

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And I've been known to get it on, the break of the dawn
Tash'll 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 like the y-2-k
I did a tour in ninety-four with de la soul and
We on the same vibe, cause real niggaz
("right-right-right..") the is drastic
But see songs like these is why album goin classic

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

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

Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real from the
And I gotta say no
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the
Show no shame or it all up, take the blame
Brand name out the box type hustle
Manpower success is over muscle
Grind til the wheels off, accept the loss
I been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss
Nailed to the cross it's to return
My only concern is sure that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, to the ground, trick-ass niggaz
Is all up in the game and deserve to be down

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

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

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