My Writes

[Intro] Say what? Say what? Say what? Yo, De La Soul Likwit MCs Shit is the Xzibit, right? Yo, we ain't playing New millennium [Verse 1: Trugoy the Dove] Yo, who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life, got bitches throwin' they drawers on stage? That ain't me I raise kids, push whips, piss, and MC Love money like I love my moms Love my nigga Com Sense when he bang dents all up in they wallets Wall to wall bullshit, I got hardwood floors Set sail for tour ever since '89 So y'all are fuckin the same hoes who used to be mine [Verse 2: Tash] And I've been waitin' three summers to rhyme 'longside my people Rico, De La, inject you with the lethal Dose of hop-hippin', if you thought CaTash was slippin' Then put that drink down, you drunk off what you sippin' CaTash put the dip in dip, dive, socialize Fuck around with me and next you'll find your crib burglarized [Verse 3: Xzibit] Yo, you better recognize and try to analyze this Hand over fist, how can a man act like a bitch? Change and switch, snitch on his crew Yo, get rid of them niggas before the same thing happen to you [Verse 4: Posdnous] And they'll leave your ass sticky like glue Blood leakin' out, girls freakin' out, motherfuckin' cops tweakin' out Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin' these nuts Smugglin' these cuts from SC You best believe there's no web or weave a net We done swallowed forty bottles of threat, yo [Chorus: All] What you know about my writes? (My writes) What you know about what's weak, what's tight? And what you know about an off night? (Uh) What you know about niggas frontin' for the light? (Yeah) And what you know about them gun fights? (Gun fights) Got a nigga duckin' while them girls show fright And what you know about my writes? (My writes) Uh, what you know about my writes? (My writes) [Verse 5: Xzibit] Yeah, yeah, look I'm Samson without Delilah, the sole survivor The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake Chop it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol My celly's a Desert Eagle for all the fuckin' shots I call My niggas gotta ball, never settle for less Heavy metal heavy on your chest like two breasts Step into my office 'cause it's time for you to roll somethin' One false move and we gon' beat you like you stole somethin' [Verse 6: Posdnous] Yo, these styles I kick should be called Bic raps Drawin' the pussy out the nigga after my prize 'cause I won it They stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for they diet They librarian flow keeps the party real quiet (Shh) The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I gain But the fact that I spit 'em makes me cherish the name So pass the mic so I can put in my share I rip it from home to LA with connecting flights to rip it elsewhere [Verse 7: J-Ro] Drinkin' a black and tan in the back of a van I learned as a young man, long trip, piss in a can Getting a house for two grand, now you got your own land Let your mind expand, every day have a plan Ro-Gram is rare earth, swingin' Black Tarzan You got to live with the cards dealt in your hand Stay young like Peter Pan, like Sly, take a stand And go Uptown Saturday Night like Geechie Dan [Verse 8: Trugoy the Dove] I keep it dirty like under the bed (Dirty) Dirty like Uncle Red, ayo, well hella poo-poo Dirty brown Likwit flow thicker than the Yoo-Hoo Dirt you dishin' out, chef tellin it all Face down in the dirt, doin' my dirty work Expert, tryin' to regulate my network Head jerk, spice it with rice, stiff with it If they ask who cut the grits, I'ma say E-Swift did it [Chorus: All] What you know about my writes? (My writes) What you know about what's weak, what's tight? And what you know about an off night? (What you know?) What you know about niggas frontin' for the light? And what you know about them gun fights? (I don't know) Got a nigga duckin' while them girls show fright And what you know about my writes? (My writes) Uh, what you know about my writes? (My writes) [Verse 9: Tash] And I've been known to get it on, past the break of the dawn Tash'll punch you in your grill and leave potholes in your lawn (Come on) You makin' diss songs? Spit that rhyme my way I can shut y'all niggas down like the Y2K I did a tour in '94 with De La Soul and Tribe We on the same vibe 'cause real niggas coincide (Right) The situation is drastic But see, songs like these is why this album goin' classic [Verse 10: J-Ro] This is for the DJ, bring it back one time I drop bombs like when my moms told me to rhyme I'm old school like my dad is So add this to your collect', Plug Won, who the baddest? [Verse 11: Posdnous] Ayo, we theme park status, upstage these niggas like Gladys Them little Pips, they done tripped the wire Blamin' they legs while I'm claimin' these tunes In this, we'll stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms [Verse 12: Xzibit] Yeah, we flat out classic, separate the real from the plastic And I ain't gotta say no names Play no games, hit the switches, crack the frame Show no shame or fuck it all up, take the blame Brand name fresh out the box type hustle Manpower success is mind over muscle Grind 'til the wheels fall off, accept the loss I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss Nailed to the cross, it's time to return My only concern is makin' sure that Hollywood burn Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass niggas Is all up in the game and don't deserve to be down [Verse 13: J-Ro] Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick back De La, Xzibit and Tha Liks came to get that And what you know about us droppin' you And leavin' you with half a face like the Phantom of the Opera? [Chorus: All] And what you know about my writes? (My writes) What you know about what's weak, what's tight? And what you know about an off night? (Uh) What you know about niggas frontin' for the light? And what you know about them gun fights? (Gun fights, baby) Got a nigga duckin' while them girls show fright And what you know about my writes? (My writes) Uh, what you know about my writes? (My writes) Uh, what you know about my writes? (My writes) Uh, what you know about my writes? (My writes) [Outro: Tash] You got the right to shut the fuck up