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Yo - who guns and rock ice bigger than life;
Got bitches throwin they drawers on stage - ain't me!
I kids, push whips, piss an mc
Love money like I my moms
my nigga com sense when 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 the same hoes who used to be mine

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

Yo you better recognize and try to analyze
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 thing to you

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

all together

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

Yeah, yeah,
I'm samson without delilah, the survivor
The drunk driver rolls straight, take the whole 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 settle for
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest like two
Step into my office it's time for you to roll somethin
One move, and we gon' beat you like you stole somethin

Yo these style I kick be called ? ? rap
the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it
They stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for diet
They librarian flow keeps the real quiet (shhhhh)
The love I lost outweighs the I gain
But the fact that I 'em makes me cherish the name
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 black & tan in the of a van
I learned as a young man - long trip, in a can
a house for two grand, now you got your own land
Let your expand, everyday have a plan
is rare 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 like ichiban

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

w/ minor variations

And I've been known to get it on, past the of the dawn
Tash'll punch you in your and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin diss spit that rhyme my way
I can shut 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 niggaz coincide
("right-right-right..") the is drastic
But see songs like these is why album goin classic

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

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

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 out the box type hustle
Manpower is mind over muscle
Grind til the fall off, accept the loss
I never soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss
to the cross it's time to return
My only concern is makin sure 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 back
De la, xzibit and tha came to get that
And what you know us droppin ya
And leavin you with half a face the phantom of the opera?

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

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