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I was voted most to have a psychiatric evaluation
Let's start the process of
This dedication is for niggaz with the 'Green
The bandula, six-shooter to your coolers

Now how this feel? black steel up in your grill
This hollow point gon' be your last meal
Say prayers, say your graces
Pieces of your is found in a hundred different places

Huh, so what we lookin'
We tryin' to see some to fuck tonight
And you just tryin' to see the

Make a before we have a head-on collision
Makin' me the rest of my life in prison
See I can play the cards I was given

Multiplication, whatever you got to break mines off
Like the U.S. government did to
Like Xzibit in some pussy with the lights off
It's

I'm just livin' to my dreams
I'm tryin' to have the best of things
None of y'all can't take shit me
Life's a bitch she fuckin' for free

So I'ma ride til the fall off
While all the rest get and go soft
You're petite style, can get you beat
My loud, have you huggin' on the street now

keep askin' me how does it feel?
How what feel? Not havin' to scrape for a meal
Not bein' locked to a fucked up deal
The man in Los Angeles is not Shaquille

We had to reinvent the wheel, draft new
Made a whole album, half what you spent
Then the rest to my people to invest wit it
Custom fitted, if you want it nigga, and get it

And I suggest you bring a niggaz runnin' wit it
Split it, feel it, hit it it's hot,
I ain't gon' stop til shot
Muammar Khadaf's the dot, X mark the

With an infrared to your head, for dead
Fuck the feds, flee the country then grow some
I suggest you keep distance, for instance, the same distance
It to get to the next solar system, motherfucker

I'm livin' to fulfill my dreams
I'm tryin' to have the best of things
None of y'all can't shit from me
Life's a bitch she ain't fuckin' for

So I'ma til the wheels fall off
While all the get weak and go soft
You're petite style, can get you down
My heat's loud, have you on the street now

Strike one, when a nigga talkin' shit his hands
Strike two, gettin'
In the wrong with your pants down
Strike three, to fuck with the D-O-double-G
DRE, or any of my Alkaholik

Huh, Xzibit turn your vital signs to a line
seen a dog bite and bark at the same time
Restless, rugged, never
owe you motherfuckers backs like tax

Baseball and bricks upside of your head
Homey still gettin' swoll off water and
I got this, retaliation, for any I'm facin'
And leave the stage with a standin' ovation, it's

I'm just to fulfill my dreams
I'm just to have the best of things
None of y'all can't shit from me
Life's a bitch she ain't fuckin' for

So ride til the wheels fall off
While all the rest get weak and go
You're style, can get you beat down
My heat's loud, you huggin' on the street now