My Writes

[dove]



Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life;



Got bitches throwin they drawers on stage - that aint 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 yall are fuckin the same hoes who used to be mine







[tash]



And Ive 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 youll 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 niggaz before the same thing happen to you







[pos]



And theyll 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 theres 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 whats weak, whats tight?



And what you know about an off night? (uhh)



What you know about niggaz 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



Im 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 tellys a desert eagle for all the fuckin shots I called



My niggaz gotta ball, never settle for less



Heavy metal, heavy on yo chest like two breasts



Step into my office cause its 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 Im 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 ima say e-swift did it







Chorus w/ minor variations







[tash]



And Ive been known to get it on, past the break of the dawn



Tashll punch you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo lawn"



(cmon!) you makin diss songs?spit that rhyme my way



I can shut yall niggaz 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 niggaz 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



Im - 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 niggaz like gladys



Them little pips, they done tripped the wire



Blamin they legs, while Im claimin these tunes



In this well 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 its time to return



My only concern is makin sure that hollywood burn,



Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass niggaz



Is all up in the game and dont 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 w/ 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*