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Yo - who hold 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 I love my moms
Love my nigga com sense when he bang dents all up in wallets
Wall to wall bullshit I got hardwood
Set sail for tour ever since
So y'all are fuckin the same hoes who to be mine

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

Yo you recognize and try to analyze this
over fist - how can a man act like a bitch?
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
leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out
Got you on your like a freak, jugglin deez nuts
Smugglin cuts from s.c., you best be-
there's no web or leave a net
We done 40 bottles of threat, yo

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

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

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

Drinkin up & tan in the back 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 your mind expand, everyday a plan
is rare earth, swingin black tarzan
You got to live with the cards dealt in yo'
Stay like peter pan, like sly, take a stand
And go uptown saturday night ichiban

I it dirty like under the bed (dirty)
Dirty uncle red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown likwit flow thicker than the
Dirt you out, chef tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, my dirty work
Expert, tryin to my network
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 known to get it on, past the break of the dawn
Tash'll punch you in your grill and "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you diss songs? spit that rhyme my way
I can shut niggaz down like the y-2-k
I did a tour in ninety-four de la soul and tribe
We on the vibe, cause 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 when my moms me to rhyme
I'm - old like 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, done tripped the wire
they legs, while I'm claimin these tunes
In this we'll down 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
no shame or fuck it all up, take the blame
Brand name fresh out the box type
success is mind over muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, the loss
I never soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss
Nailed to the cross it's to return
My only concern is sure that hollywood burn,
burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass niggaz
Is all up in the and don't 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 like the of the opera?

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

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