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Yo - who hold guns and ice bigger than life;
Got bitches throwin they drawers on - that ain't me!
I kids, push whips, piss an mc
Love money like I love my
Love my nigga com sense when he dents all up in they wallets
Wall to wall I got hardwood floors
Set sail for tour 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, inject you the lethal
Dose of hop-hippin if you catash was slippin
put that drink down, you drunk off what you sippin
Catash put the dip in dip socialize
Fuck around with me and next you'll find yo' crib

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 thing happen to you

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

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What you know 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 what you know about gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a nigga while them girls show fright
What you know my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my (my writes)

Yeah, yeah,
I'm without delilah, the soul survivor
The drunk driver rolls straight, take the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, wash it down with
My telly's a desert eagle for all the shots I called
My gotta ball, never settle for less
metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts
Step into my office cause it's time for you to roll
One false move, and we gon' you like you stole somethin

Yo these I kick should be called ? ? rap
Drawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I it
They stomach what I throw, they know I'm for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the real quiet (shhhhh)
The love I 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.
connectin flights to rip it elsewhere

Drinkin up black & tan in the of a van
I learned as a man - long trip, piss in a can
Gettin a house for two grand, now you got own land
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, sly, take a stand
And go saturday night like ichiban

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

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And I've known to get it on, past the break of the dawn
Tash'll you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you diss 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 same vibe, cause real coincide
("right-right-right..") the situation is
But see like these is why this album goin classic

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

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

Yeah - we flat out classic, the real from the plastic
And I gotta say no
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the
no shame 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, accept the
I been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss
Nailed to the cross it's time to
My only concern is makin that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, to the ground, trick-ass niggaz
Is all up in the game and don't to be down

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

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