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Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger life;
Got throwin they drawers 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 all up in they wallets
Wall to bullshit I got hardwood floors
Set sail for ever since eighty-nine
So y'all are fuckin the same who used to be mine

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

Yo you better recognize and try to this
Hand over fist - how can a man act like a
Change and switch, on his crew
Yo get rid of the niggaz the same thing happen to you

And they'll your ass sticky like glue
Blood leakin out, girls out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out
Got you on your like a freak, jugglin deez nuts
Smugglin these cuts from s.c., you be-
there's no web or leave a net
We done swallowed 40 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 about niggaz frontin for the light?
And you know about them gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a nigga duckin while them show fright
What you know my writes? (my writes)
Ah you know about my writes? (my writes)

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

Yo these style I kick should be ? ? rap
Drawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I it
They stomach what I throw, know I'm right for they diet
They librarian 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 pass the mic so I can put in my
I rip it from to l.a.
With connectin to rip it elsewhere

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 own land
Let your mind expand, everyday have a
Ro-gram is rare earth, swingin black
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 like uncle aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
brown likwit flow thicker than the yoo-hoo
Dirt you dishin out, tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, doin my dirty
Expert, tryin to my network
Head jerk, spice it with rice, stick 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 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 down like the y-2-k
I did a in ninety-four with de la soul and tribe
We on the vibe, cause real niggaz coincide
("right-right-right..") the situation is
But see like these is why this album goin classic

This is for the dj, it back 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 tripped the wire
Blamin legs, while I'm claimin these tunes
In this we'll stay down seats found in sorority bathrooms

Yeah - we out classic, seperate the real from the plastic
And I gotta say no
no games, hit the switches, crack the frame
Show no shame or fuck it all up, the blame
Brand name out the box type hustle
Manpower success is mind over
til the wheels fall off, accept the loss
I been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss
to the cross it's time to return
My only concern is sure that hollywood 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, xzibit and tha liks to get that
And what you about us droppin ya
And leavin you with a face like the phantom of the opera?

w/ minor variations

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

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