{*ad libs for the first 30 seconds*}      [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 niggaz 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 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   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 niggaz 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 w/ 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 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   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 niggaz 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 niggaz   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 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*}