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

Now how this feel? Cold black steel up in your
This point lead gon' be your last meal
Say your prayers, say graces
Pieces of face 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 decision before we have a collision
me spend 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. did to Microsoft
Like in some pussy with the lights turned off
like

I'm just livin' to my dreams
I'm just tryin' to have the best of
None of y'all can't take 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 petite style, can get you down
My heat's loud, have you huggin' on the now

Niggaz keep askin' me how 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, draft new
Made a whole album, half what you spent
Then sent the rest to my people to wit it
Custom fitted, if you want it nigga, and get it

And I suggest you bring a niggaz runnin' wit it
it, feel it, hit it it's hot, look
I gon' stop til everybody's shot
Muammar Khadaf's the dot, X mark the

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

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

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

Strike one, when a nigga talkin' with his hands
Strike two, caught
In the wrong place with your down
Strike three, tryin' to fuck with the
DRE, or any of my family

Huh, Xzibit turn your vital to a straight line
seen a dog bite and bark at the same time
Restless, rugged, relaxed
Permanently owe you motherfuckers backs tax

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

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
a bitch she ain't fuckin' for free

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