My Writes

[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 an 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 eighty-nine So y'all are fuckin the same hoes who used to be mine [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 yo' crib burglarized [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 the niggas before the same thing happen to you [Pos] 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 deez nuts Smugglin these cuts from S. C., you best be- -lieve there's no web or leave a net We done swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo Chorus: all together 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? (uhh) What you know about niggas frontin for the light? And what you know about them gun fights? (gun fights) Got a nigga duckin while them girls show fright What you know about my writes? (my writes) Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes) [Xzibit] Yeah, yeah, look I'm Samson without Delilah, the soul survivor The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake Chop it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol My telly's a Desert Eagle for all the fuckin shots I called My niggas gotta ball, never settle for less Heavy metal, heavy on yo' 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 [Pos] Yo these style I kick should be called?? Rap Drawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it They stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for they diet They librarian flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh) 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 L. A With connectin flights to rip it elsewhere [J-Ro] Drinkin up Black & Tan in the back of a van I learned as a young man - long trip, piss in a can Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own land Let your mind expand, everyday have a plan Ro-Gram is rare earth, swingin Black Tarzan You got to live with the cards dealt in yo' hand Stay young like Peter Pan, like Sly, take a Stand And go Uptown Saturday Night like Ichiban [Dove] I keep it dirty like under the bed (dirty) Dirty like Uncle Red; aiyyo, (??) (??) 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, stick with it If they ask who cut the grits I'ma say E-Swift did it Chorus with minor variations [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 Yo' Lawn" (C'mon!) You makin diss songs? Spit that rhyme my way I can shut y'all niggas down like the Y-2-K I did a tour in ninety-four with De La Soul and Tribe We on the same vibe, cause real niggas coincide ("Right-right-right..") The situation is drastic But see songs like these is why this album goin classic [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? [Pos] Aiyyo 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 [Xzibit] Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real from the plastic And I 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 [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 ya And leavin you with half a face like the Phantom of the Opera? Chorus with minor variations [Chorus extended] Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes) Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes) [Tash] You got the right to shut the fuck up! {*laughing*}