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

And I've waitin 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 drink down, you drunk off what you sippin
Catash put the dip in dip dive
Fuck with me and next 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, snitch on his
Yo get rid of the niggaz before the thing happen to you

And they'll your ass sticky like glue
Blood leakin out, girls out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out
Got you on knees like a freak, jugglin deez nuts
these 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 know about what's weak, what's
And what you about an off night? (uhh)
What you about niggaz frontin for the light?
And you know about them gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a duckin while them girls show fright
What you know about my (my writes)
Ah what you know about my (my writes)

Yeah, yeah,
I'm without delilah, the soul survivor
The drunk driver that straight, take the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, wash it 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' 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 these style I kick be called ? ? rap
the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it
They stomach what I throw, know I'm right for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the party real (shhhhh)
The I lost outweighs the rhymes I gain
But the fact that I 'em makes me cherish the name
So the mic so I can put in my share
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 young man - long trip, in a can
Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own
Let your mind expand, everyday a plan
Ro-gram is 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 night like

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

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And I've been known to get it on, the break of the dawn
Tash'll punch you in your grill and "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin diss spit that rhyme my way
I can shut y'all niggaz down like the
I did a in ninety-four with 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, bring it 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 these like gladys
Them little pips, they done tripped the
Blamin they legs, while I'm claimin these
In this we'll stay down seats found in sorority bathrooms

Yeah - we flat out classic, the real from the plastic
And I gotta say no
Play no games, hit the switches, the frame
Show no shame or it all up, take the blame
Brand name out the box type hustle
Manpower success is mind muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, the loss
I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to
Nailed to the 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 and don't deserve to be down

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

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

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