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

And I've been waitin three summers to longside my people
Rico, de la, inject you the lethal
Dose of hop-hippin if you thought catash was
Then put that drink down, you drunk off what you
put the dip in dip dive socialize
Fuck around me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized

Yo you recognize and try to analyze this
Hand over - how can a man act like a bitch?
Change and switch, on his crew
Yo get rid of the before the same thing happen to you

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

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What you know about my (my writes)
you know about what's weak, what's tight?
And what you about an off night? (uhh)
What you know about niggaz for the light?
And what you know about gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a nigga duckin them girls show fright
What you about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know my writes? (my writes)

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

Yo these style I should be called ? ? rap
Drawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I it
stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the party real (shhhhh)
The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I
But the fact that I 'em makes me cherish the name
So the mic so I can put in my share
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 house for two grand, now you got your own
Let your mind expand, have a plan
Ro-gram is rare earth, swingin black
You got to live with the dealt in yo' hand
Stay young like peter pan, like sly, a stand
And go saturday night like ichiban

I it dirty like under the bed (dirty)
Dirty uncle red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown likwit thicker than the yoo-hoo
Dirt you dishin out, tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, my dirty work
Expert, tryin to my network
jerk, spice it with rice, stick with it
If they ask who cut the grits i'ma say 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 songs? spit that rhyme my way
I can shut y'all down like the y-2-k
I did a tour in with de la soul and tribe
We on the vibe, cause real niggaz coincide
("right-right-right..") the is drastic
But see songs like these is why this album classic

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

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

Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real the plastic
And I say no names
Play no games, hit the switches, the frame
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 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 makin sure that burn,
Hollywood burn, to the ground, trick-ass niggaz
Is all up in the game and deserve to be down

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

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

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