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Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger life;
Got throwin they drawers on stage - that ain't me!
I raise kids, push whips, an mc
Love money like I love my
Love my nigga com sense he bang dents all up in they wallets
to wall bullshit 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 waitin three summers to rhyme my people
Rico, de la, you with the lethal
Dose of hop-hippin if you thought catash was
Then put that down, you drunk off what you sippin
Catash put the dip in dip dive
Fuck around with me and next you'll yo' crib burglarized

Yo you better and try to analyze this
Hand over - how can a man act like 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
leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out
Got you on knees like a freak, jugglin deez nuts
Smugglin cuts from s.c., you best be-
there's no web or leave a net
We done 40 bottles of threat, yo

all together

What you about my writes? (my writes)
What you know about weak, what's tight?
And what you know about an off (uhh)
What you know about frontin for the light?
And what you know about them gun (gun fights)
Got a nigga duckin while them girls show
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
Chop it up with the family, wash it down alcohol
My telly's a desert for all the fuckin shots I called
My niggaz gotta ball, settle for less
metal, heavy 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 like you somethin

Yo these style I should be called ? ? rap
the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it
They stomach what I throw, they I'm right for they diet
librarian flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh)
The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I
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 - trip, piss in a can
Gettin a house for two grand, now you got own land
Let your mind expand, have a plan
Ro-gram is rare earth, black tarzan
You got to live the cards dealt in yo' hand
Stay like peter pan, like sly, take a stand
And go uptown saturday night like

I keep it like under the bed (dirty)
Dirty like red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty likwit flow thicker than the yoo-hoo
you dishin out, chef tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, doin my work
Expert, tryin to my network
Head jerk, it with 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, past the of the dawn
Tash'll you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin songs? spit that rhyme my way
I can shut y'all niggaz down like the
I did a tour in ninety-four 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, bring it one time
I drop like when my moms told 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 niggaz like gladys
Them little pips, they done the wire
Blamin they legs, while I'm these tunes
In this we'll stay down like seats in sorority bathrooms

Yeah - we out classic, seperate the real from the plastic
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 fresh out the box hustle
Manpower success is over muscle
til the wheels fall off, accept 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 game and don't to be down

Four rap, twist the cap and kick back
De la, xzibit and tha liks 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 you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know my writes? (my writes)

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