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Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger than
Got bitches throwin drawers on stage - that ain't me!
I kids, push whips, piss an mc
Love like I love my moms
Love my nigga com sense when he dents 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 three summers to rhyme longside my people
Rico, de la, inject you with the
Dose of if you thought catash was slippin
Then put that down, you drunk off what you sippin
Catash put the dip in dip socialize
around with me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized

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

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

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What you about my writes? (my writes)
What you know what's 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 know my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my (my writes)

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

Yo these style I 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 right for diet
They librarian flow keeps the party quiet (shhhhh)
The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I
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 black & tan in the of a van
I learned as a man - long trip, piss in a can
Gettin a house for two grand, now you got own land
Let mind expand, everyday have a plan
is rare earth, swingin black tarzan
You got to live the cards dealt in yo' hand
Stay young like pan, like sly, take a stand
And go uptown night like ichiban

I it dirty like under the bed (dirty)
Dirty uncle red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown likwit flow thicker than the
Dirt you dishin out, chef it all
down in the dirt, doin my dirty work
Expert, to regulate my network
Head jerk, it with rice, stick 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
Tash'll punch you in grill and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin songs? spit that rhyme my way
I can shut niggaz down like the y-2-k
I did a in ninety-four with de la soul and tribe
We on the same vibe, cause niggaz coincide
("right-right-right..") the situation is
But see songs like these is why this album goin

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

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

Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the from the plastic
And I gotta say no
no games, hit the switches, crack the frame
Show no shame or fuck it all up, take the
name fresh out the box type hustle
Manpower success is mind muscle
til the wheels fall off, accept the loss
I never been soft, the cost, addicted to floss
Nailed to the cross it's to return
My only is makin sure that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, niggaz
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 to get that
And what you know us droppin ya
And leavin you half a face like the phantom of the opera?

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

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