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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah,
I'm samson delilah, the soul survivor
The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole
Chop it up with the family, wash it with alcohol
My a desert eagle for all the fuckin shots I called
My niggaz ball, never settle for less
metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts
Step into my office cause it's for you to roll somethin
One false move, and we gon' beat you like you somethin

Yo style I kick should be called ? ? rap
Drawin the pussy out the after my prize, cause I want it
They stomach what I throw, know I'm right for they diet
librarian flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh)
The I lost outweighs the rhymes I gain
But the fact that I spit 'em makes me cherish the
So pass the mic so I can put in my
I rip it home to l.a.
connectin 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 your own
Let mind expand, everyday have a plan
is rare earth, swingin black tarzan
You got to with the cards dealt in yo' hand
Stay young like peter pan, like sly, take a
And go uptown saturday like ichiban

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

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And been 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 diss songs? spit that rhyme my way
I can shut niggaz down like the y-2-k
I did a tour in ninety-four with de la soul and
We on the same vibe, cause real coincide
("right-right-right..") the is drastic
But see songs like is why this 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 park status, upstage these niggaz like gladys
Them little pips, they done the wire
they legs, while I'm claimin these tunes
In this we'll stay down like 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, the frame
Show no or fuck it all up, take the blame
Brand name fresh out the box hustle
Manpower success is mind over
Grind til the fall off, accept the loss
I never been soft, the cost, addicted to floss
Nailed to the cross it's to return
My only concern is makin sure hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass
Is all up in the game and don't deserve to be

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

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

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