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Yo - who hold 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 love my
Love my nigga com sense when he bang dents all up in they
Wall to wall I got hardwood floors
Set sail for tour since eighty-nine
So y'all are fuckin the same hoes who to be mine

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

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

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

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

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

Yo these I kick should be called ? ? rap
Drawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I it
They stomach what I throw, they I'm right for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the party quiet (shhhhh)
The love I outweighs 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 from to l.a.
With flights to rip it elsewhere

Drinkin up & tan in the back of a van
I learned as a young man - trip, piss in a can
Gettin a house for two grand, now you got own land
Let your expand, everyday 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, a stand
And go uptown night like ichiban

I keep it dirty under the bed (dirty)
Dirty like red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown likwit flow thicker the yoo-hoo
Dirt you out, chef tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, my dirty work
Expert, tryin to my network
Head jerk, spice it with rice, stick 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
Tash'll punch you in your grill and "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin diss songs? spit that my way
I can shut y'all niggaz 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 songs like these is why this album classic

This is for the dj, it back one time
I drop bombs like 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 like gladys
Them little pips, they tripped the wire
Blamin legs, while I'm claimin these tunes
In we'll stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms

Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the from the plastic
And I say no names
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the
Show no 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 it's time to return
My only concern is makin sure that burn,
burn, 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 kick
De la, xzibit and tha came to get that
And what you about us droppin ya
And leavin you with a face like the phantom 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 right to shut the fuck up!