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Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger than
Got bitches throwin they drawers on stage - that me!
I kids, push whips, piss an mc
Love like I love my moms
Love my com sense when he bang dents all up in they wallets
Wall to wall I got hardwood floors
Set sail for tour ever since
So y'all are the same hoes who used to be mine

And been waitin three summers to rhyme longside my people
Rico, de la, inject you with the
Dose of hop-hippin if you catash was slippin
Then put 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 fist - how can a man act like a bitch?
and switch, snitch on his crew
Yo get rid of the before the same thing happen to you

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

all together

What you know my writes? (my writes)
you know about what's weak, what's tight?
And what you know an off night? (uhh)
What you know niggaz frontin for the light?
And what you know them gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a nigga duckin while them girls show
you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you about my writes? (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 a desert eagle for all the fuckin shots I called
My niggaz gotta ball, never settle for
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest two breasts
into my office cause it's time for you to roll somethin
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 my prize, cause I want it
They stomach what I throw, they know I'm for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the real quiet (shhhhh)
The I lost outweighs the rhymes I gain
But the fact that I 'em makes me cherish the name
So pass the mic so I can put in my
I rip it home to l.a.
With flights 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 for two grand, now you got your own land
Let mind 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, like sly, take a
And go uptown saturday like ichiban

I it dirty like under the bed (dirty)
Dirty uncle red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown likwit thicker than the yoo-hoo
you dishin out, chef tellin it all
Face in the dirt, doin my dirty work
Expert, tryin to my network
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 been known to get it on, the break of the dawn
Tash'll punch you in your grill and "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin diss songs? that rhyme my way
I can shut y'all niggaz down the y-2-k
I did a tour in with de la soul and tribe
We on the same vibe, cause real niggaz
("right-right-right..") the situation is
But see songs these is why this album goin classic

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

Aiyyo we theme park status, upstage these like gladys
Them little pips, they done tripped the
Blamin they legs, I'm claimin these tunes
In this we'll stay like 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 fresh out the box type hustle
success is mind over muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the
I never been soft, whatever the cost, to floss
Nailed to the cross time to return
My concern is makin sure that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass
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 came to get
And what you know about us ya
And leavin you with half a face like the of the opera?

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

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