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Yo - who guns and rock ice bigger than life;
Got bitches they drawers on stage - that ain't me!
I kids, push whips, piss an mc
Love money like I my moms
Love my nigga com sense when he bang dents all up in they
to wall bullshit I got hardwood floors
Set sail for tour since eighty-nine
So y'all are fuckin the hoes who used to be mine

And I've been waitin three summers to rhyme my people
Rico, de la, you with the lethal
Dose of hop-hippin if you thought 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 recognize and try to analyze this
Hand over - how can a man act like a bitch?
and switch, snitch on his crew
Yo get rid of the niggaz the same thing happen to you

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

all together

What you about my writes? (my writes)
What you know about what's weak, what's
And what you about an off night? (uhh)
What you know niggaz frontin for the light?
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 the family, wash it down with alcohol
My telly's a desert eagle for all the shots I called
My niggaz gotta ball, settle for less
metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts
Step into my office cause time for you to roll somethin
One move, and we gon' beat you like you stole somethin

Yo these style I kick be called ? ? rap
Drawin the pussy out the after my prize, cause I want it
They stomach what I throw, they I'm right for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the party real (shhhhh)
The love I lost the rhymes 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 home to l.a.
With connectin to rip it elsewhere

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

I keep it like under the bed (dirty)
Dirty uncle red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown likwit flow thicker the yoo-hoo
Dirt you dishin out, tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, doin my work
Expert, tryin to regulate my
jerk, spice it with 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 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 coincide
("right-right-right..") the is drastic
But see like these is why this album goin classic

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

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

Yeah - we flat out classic, the real from the plastic
And I say no names
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
Manpower success is mind muscle
til the wheels fall off, accept the loss
I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to
Nailed to the cross it's time to
My only concern is sure that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, niggaz
Is all up in the and don't deserve to be down

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

w/ minor variations

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

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