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Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger than
Got bitches throwin drawers on stage - that ain't me!
I raise kids, whips, piss an mc
money 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 hoes who used to be

And been waitin three summers to rhyme longside my people
Rico, de la, inject you the lethal
Dose of 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 find yo' crib burglarized

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

And they'll your ass sticky like glue
Blood out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out
Got you on knees 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 know about my (my writes)
What you know what's weak, what's tight?
And what you know about an off (uhh)
What you know about niggaz for the light?
And what you know about them gun (gun fights)
Got a nigga duckin while girls show fright
What you know my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know my writes? (my writes)

Yeah, yeah,
I'm samson without delilah, the survivor
The drunk driver that rolls straight, the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, wash it down with
My telly's a desert eagle for all the fuckin shots I
My niggaz gotta ball, settle for less
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' like two breasts
Step into my office it's time for you to roll somethin
One false move, and we gon' beat you you stole somethin

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

Drinkin up & tan in the back of a van
I as a young man - long trip, piss in a can
Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own
Let your mind expand, have a plan
Ro-gram is rare earth, swingin tarzan
You got to live with the dealt in yo' hand
Stay young like peter pan, like sly, take a
And go uptown saturday night ichiban

I keep it dirty like the bed (dirty)
Dirty like red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown likwit flow thicker than the
Dirt you dishin out, tellin it all
down in the dirt, doin my dirty work
Expert, tryin to my network
Head jerk, spice it with rice, with it
If they ask who cut the i'ma say e-swift did it

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And I've known to get it on, past the break of the dawn
punch you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin diss songs? spit rhyme my way
I can shut y'all down like the y-2-k
I did a tour in ninety-four with de la soul and
We on the same vibe, cause real niggaz
("right-right-right..") the is drastic
But see songs like these is why album goin classic

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

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

Yeah - we out classic, seperate the real from the plastic
And I gotta say no
Play no games, hit the switches, the frame
Show no or fuck it all up, take the blame
name fresh out the box type hustle
Manpower success is over muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the
I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to
Nailed to the cross time to return
My concern is makin sure that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, to the ground, trick-ass niggaz
Is all up in the and don't deserve to be down

Four bottle rap, twist the cap and 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 you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah you know about my writes? (my writes)

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