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I was most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation
Let's start the process of
This dedication is for niggaz with the Buddha'
The bandula, to your suit coolers

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

Huh, so what we like?
We tryin' to see some hoes to tonight
And you tryin' to see the afterlife

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

Multiplication, division whatever you got to mines off
the U.S. government did to Microsoft
Like Xzibit in some pussy with the lights off
like

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

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

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

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

And I suggest you bring a million niggaz wit it
it, feel it, hit it it's hot, look
I ain't gon' til everybody's shot
Muammar Khadaf's the dot, X the spot

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

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

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

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

Huh, Xzibit turn your signs to a straight line
Never seen a dog and bark at the same time
Restless, rugged, relaxed
Permanently owe you motherfuckers backs tax

bats and bricks upside of your head
Homey still swoll off water and bread
I got this, retaliation, for any situation I'm
And the stage with a standin' ovation, it's like

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

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