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Yo - who hold and rock ice bigger than life;
Got bitches throwin they drawers on stage - that me!
I raise kids, whips, piss an mc
Love money like I love my
Love my nigga com sense when he bang 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 hoes who used to be mine

And I've been three summers to rhyme longside my people
Rico, de la, inject you the lethal
Dose of hop-hippin if you catash was slippin
Then put that drink down, you drunk off you sippin
Catash put the dip in dip dive
Fuck around with me and next find 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 your ass sticky glue
leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out
Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin nuts
Smugglin 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 know my writes? (my writes)
What you know about what's weak, tight?
And what you know about an off (uhh)
What you know about niggaz for the light?
And what you about them gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a nigga duckin while them girls fright
What you know about my (my writes)
Ah what you know about my (my writes)

Yeah, yeah,
I'm samson without delilah, the soul
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 niggaz ball, never settle for less
Heavy metal, on yo' chest like two breasts
Step into my office cause it's time for you to roll
One false move, and we gon' beat you like you somethin

Yo style I kick should be called ? ? rap
the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it
They stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for they
They librarian flow keeps the party real (shhhhh)
The I lost outweighs 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 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 for two grand, now you got your 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 like peter pan, like sly, a stand
And go uptown night like ichiban

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

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And I've been known to get it on, past the of the dawn
Tash'll you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin diss spit that rhyme my way
I can shut y'all down like the y-2-k
I did a tour in with de la soul and tribe
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 back one
I drop bombs like when my moms me to rhyme
I'm - old like my dad is
So add this, to collect', plug won - who the baddest?

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

Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real from the
And I gotta say no
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the
Show no or fuck it all up, take the blame
Brand name out the box type hustle
Manpower is mind over muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, the loss
I been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss
Nailed to the cross it's to return
My only concern is makin sure that burn,
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, niggaz
Is all up in the game and deserve to be down

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

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

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