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Yo - who guns and rock ice bigger than life;
Got throwin they drawers on stage - that ain't me!
I raise kids, push whips, an mc
Love money like I my moms
my nigga com sense when he bang dents all up in they wallets
Wall to wall I got hardwood floors
Set sail for tour ever since
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
of hop-hippin if you thought catash was slippin
Then put that drink down, you drunk off what you
Catash put the dip in dip socialize
Fuck around with me and you'll find yo' crib burglarized

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

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

all together

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 about frontin for the light?
And what you know them gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a nigga duckin while girls show fright
What you know about my (my writes)
Ah you know about my writes? (my writes)

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

Yo these style I kick be called ? ? rap
Drawin the pussy out the after my prize, cause I want it
They stomach what I throw, they I'm right for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the real quiet (shhhhh)
The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I
But the fact that I spit 'em me cherish the name
So pass the mic so I can put in my
I rip it home to l.a.
With flights 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 house for two grand, now you got own land
Let your mind expand, everyday have a
Ro-gram is rare earth, swingin black
You got to live with the dealt in yo' hand
Stay like peter pan, like sly, take a stand
And go uptown saturday like ichiban

I keep it dirty under the bed (dirty)
like uncle red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown likwit flow thicker the yoo-hoo
Dirt you dishin out, chef it all
down in the dirt, doin my dirty work
Expert, tryin to regulate my
Head jerk, spice it rice, stick with it
If they ask who cut the grits say e-swift did it

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And I've known 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 shut y'all niggaz down like the
I did a tour in ninety-four de la soul and tribe
We on the same vibe, real niggaz coincide
("right-right-right..") the situation is
But see songs like is why this album goin classic

This is for the dj, it back one time
I drop bombs like my moms told me to rhyme
I'm - old school 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, they tripped the wire
Blamin they legs, while I'm claimin tunes
In this we'll stay like seats found in sorority bathrooms

Yeah - we out classic, seperate the real from the plastic
And I gotta say no
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the
Show no or fuck it all up, take the blame
Brand fresh out the box type hustle
Manpower is mind over muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, the loss
I never been soft, whatever the cost, to floss
Nailed to the it's time to return
My concern is makin 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 liks came to get
And what you know us droppin ya
And leavin you with half a face like the of the opera?

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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*}