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Yo, who hold guns and ice bigger than life
Got bitches throwin' they drawers on stage, that me
I kids, push whips, piss an MC
Love money like I my moms

my nigga Com Sense
When he bang dents all up in wallets
to wall bullshit, I got hardwood floors
Set sail for ever since eighty-nine
So y'all are fuckin' the same hoes who to be mine

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 off what you sippin'
CaTash put the dip in dip socialize
Fuck around with me and next you'll yo' crib burglarized

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

And they'll leave your ass sticky glue
Blood leakin' out, girls out
Motherfuckin' cops out
Got you on your like a freak

Jugglin' nuts smugglin' these cuts from S.C.
You best believe no web or weave a net
We swallowed 40 bottles of threat

Yo, what you know my writes?
What you know what's weak, what's tight?
And you know about an off night?
What you about niggaz frontin' for the light?

And what you know about gun fights?
Got a nigga duckin' while them girls show
And you know about my writes?
Ah, what you know my writes?

Yeah, yeah, look, I'm Samson Delilah, the soul survivor
The drunk that rolls straight, take the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, wash it down with
My celly's a Desert for all the fuckin' shots I call

My niggaz gotta ball, never for less
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest two breasts
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 styles I kick should be called Bic
Drawin' the pussy out the after my prize, 'cause I won it
They what I throw, they know I'm right for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the real quiet

The love I outweighs the rhymes I gain
But the fact that I spit 'em makes me the name
So pass the mic so I can put in my
I rip it from home to L.A. connectin' flights to rip it elsewhere

Drinkin' up Black and 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 your own
Let your mind expand, everyday have a

Ro-Gram is rare earth, swingin' Tarzan
You got to with the cards dealt in yo' hand
Stay young like Peter Pan, like Sly, take a
And go, 'Uptown Night' like Geechie Dan

I keep it dirty under the bed
Dirty like Uncle Red, aiyyo, well poo-poo
Dirty brown Liquid flow thicker the Yoo-hoo
Dirt you dishin' out, tellin' it all

Face down in the dirt, doin' my work
Expert, to regulate my network
Head jerk, spice it rice, stiff with it
If they ask who cut the grits say E-Swift did it

Yo, what you know about my
What you know what's weak, what's tight?
And you know about an off night?
What you know about niggaz frontin' for the

And what you know about gun fights?
Got a nigga duckin' them girls show fright
And what you know my writes?
Ah, what you know my writes?

And I've been known to get it on, past the break of the
Tash'll punch you in your grill and leave in Yo' Lawn'
You makin' diss songs? that rhyme my way
I can shut y'all niggaz like the Y-2-K

I did a in ninety-four with De La Soul and Tribe
We on the same vibe, 'cause real coincide
The is drastic
But see songs like these is why this goin' classic

is for the DJ, bring it back one time
I drop bombs like my moms told me to rhyme
I'm old like my dad is
So add this, to your collect', Plug Won, who the

Aiyyo, we theme park status, upstage niggaz like Gladys
Them little Pips, they tripped the wire
Blamin' they legs, I'm claimin' these tunes
In this stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms

Yeah, we flat out classic, the real from the plastic
And I ain't gotta say no
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the
Show no shame or fuck it all up, the blame

Brand name fresh out the box type
success is mind over muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, 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, burn to the
Trick-ass niggaz is all up in the game and deserve to be down

Four rap, twist the cap and kick back
De La, Xzibit and Tha Liks to get that
And what you know about us ya
And leavin' you with a face like the Phantom of the Opera?

And what you know about my
you know about what's weak, what's tight?
And you know about an off night?
What you know about niggaz for the light?

And what you know about gun fights?
Got a nigga duckin' while girls show fright
And what you know my writes?
Ah, what you know about my
Ah, you know about my writes?
Ah, what you know my writes?

You got the right to the fuck up