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

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

Yo you recognize and try to analyze this
Hand over - how can a man act like a bitch?
Change and switch, snitch on his
Yo get rid of the niggaz before the same happen to you

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

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

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

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

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

I keep it dirty under the bed (dirty)
Dirty uncle red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown likwit thicker than the yoo-hoo
you dishin out, chef tellin it all
Face in the dirt, doin my dirty work
Expert, tryin to regulate my
Head jerk, spice it with rice, 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 grill and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin 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 these is why this album goin classic

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

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

Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real the plastic
And I gotta say no
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the
Show no shame or it all up, take the blame
Brand name fresh out the box type
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 it's time to return
My concern is makin sure that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, to the ground, trick-ass niggaz
Is all up in the game and deserve to be down

Four bottle rap, twist the cap and back
De la, xzibit and tha liks came to get
And what you about us droppin ya
And you with half a face like the phantom 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 shut the up! {*laughing*}