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

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

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

Make a decision before we have a collision
Makin' me spend the rest of my in prison
See I can play the cards I was given

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

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

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

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

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

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

With an to your head, left for dead
Fuck the feds, flee the country then some dreads
I suggest you your distance, for instance, the same distance
It takes to get to the next system, motherfucker

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 she ain't fuckin' for free

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

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

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

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

I'm just livin' to my dreams
I'm just tryin' to 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 wheels off
While all the rest get weak and go
You're petite style, can get you down
My heat's loud, you huggin' on the street now