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

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

Yo you recognize and try to analyze 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 leave ass sticky like glue
leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out
Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin deez
Smugglin these cuts from s.c., you be-
-lieve there's no web or a net
We swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo

all together

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

Yeah, yeah,
I'm samson without delilah, the survivor
The drunk driver that straight, take the whole cake
it up with the family, wash 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 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
stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the party quiet (shhhhh)
The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I
But the that I spit '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 flights to rip it

Drinkin up black & tan in the of a van
I learned as a man - long trip, piss in a can
Gettin a house for two grand, now you got own land
Let your mind expand, everyday a plan
Ro-gram is rare earth, black tarzan
You got to live with the cards dealt in yo'
Stay young peter pan, like sly, take a stand
And go saturday night like ichiban

I keep it dirty like the bed (dirty)
Dirty like red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown likwit flow thicker the yoo-hoo
you dishin out, chef tellin it all
Face 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

w/ minor variations

And been 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 makin songs? spit that rhyme my way
I can shut y'all niggaz like the y-2-k
I did a in ninety-four with de la soul and tribe
We on the same vibe, real niggaz coincide
("right-right-right..") the is drastic
But see songs like these is why this album classic

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

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

Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real from the
And I say no names
Play no games, hit the switches, the frame
Show no shame or fuck it all up, take the
Brand name fresh out the box type
Manpower success is mind muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the
I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to
Nailed to the cross time to return
My concern is makin sure that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass
Is all up in the and don't deserve to be down

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

Chorus w/ variations

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

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