{*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*}