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Yo - who hold guns and rock ice than life;
Got bitches throwin they 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 wallets
Wall to wall I got hardwood floors
Set sail for tour ever since
So y'all are fuckin the same who used to be mine

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

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

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

all together

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

Yeah, yeah,
I'm samson delilah, the soul survivor
The drunk that rolls straight, take the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, wash it with alcohol
My a desert eagle for all the fuckin shots I called
My niggaz gotta ball, settle for less
Heavy metal, on yo' chest like two breasts
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 style I should be called ? ? rap
the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it
They stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for diet
They librarian keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh)
The I lost outweighs the rhymes I gain
But the fact that I 'em makes me cherish the name
So pass the mic so I can put in my
I rip it home to l.a.
connectin 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 for two grand, now you got your own land
Let your expand, everyday have a plan
Ro-gram is rare earth, black tarzan
You got to live with the dealt in yo' hand
Stay young peter pan, like sly, take a stand
And go uptown saturday like ichiban

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

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

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

Yeah - we out classic, seperate the real from the plastic
And I gotta say no
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the
Show no shame or fuck it all up, take the
Brand name fresh out the box type
Manpower success is mind muscle
Grind til the fall off, accept the loss
I never been soft, the cost, addicted to floss
Nailed to the cross time to return
My only concern is makin that hollywood burn,
burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass niggaz
Is all up in the game and don't 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 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 the fuck up! {*laughing*}