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Yo - who hold guns and rock ice than life;
Got bitches throwin they drawers on - that ain't me!
I raise kids, push whips, an mc
Love like I love my moms
Love my com sense when he bang dents all up in they wallets
Wall to wall bullshit I got 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 longside my
Rico, de la, you with the lethal
Dose of hop-hippin if you thought catash was
Then put that drink down, you drunk off you sippin
put the dip in dip dive socialize
Fuck around with me and you'll find yo' crib burglarized

Yo you better 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 before the same thing happen to you

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

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

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

Yo these style I should be called ? ? rap
Drawin the out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it
They what I throw, they know I'm right for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the party quiet (shhhhh)
The love I lost outweighs the I gain
But the fact that I spit 'em makes me cherish the
So pass the mic so I can put in my
I rip it from to l.a.
With flights to rip it elsewhere

Drinkin up & tan in the back 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 have a
Ro-gram is rare earth, swingin tarzan
You got to live with the dealt in yo' hand
Stay young peter pan, like sly, take a stand
And go uptown saturday night like

I keep it like under the bed (dirty)
Dirty uncle red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown flow thicker than the yoo-hoo
you dishin out, chef tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, my dirty work
Expert, tryin to regulate my
Head jerk, it with rice, stick with 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
punch you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin diss songs? spit that my way
I can shut niggaz down like the y-2-k
I did a tour in ninety-four with de la and tribe
We on the same vibe, cause niggaz coincide
("right-right-right..") the is drastic
But see songs like these is why this goin classic

This is for the dj, it back one time
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 status, upstage these niggaz like gladys
Them little pips, they done tripped the
they legs, while I'm claimin these tunes
In this we'll stay down like found in sorority bathrooms

Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the from the plastic
And I 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 hustle
success is mind over muscle
Grind til the wheels off, accept the loss
I never soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss
Nailed to the cross it's time to
My concern is makin sure that hollywood burn,
burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass niggaz
Is all up in the game and deserve to be down

Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick
De la, xzibit and tha liks came to get
And what you know about us ya
And leavin you half a face like the phantom of the opera?

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

You got the right to shut the fuck up!