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

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

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

Make a decision before we have a head-on
me spend the rest of my life in prison
See I can only play the 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 turned off
like

I'm livin' to fulfill 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 fuckin' for free

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, have you huggin' on the now

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

We had to reinvent the wheel, draft new
a whole album, spent 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 a million niggaz runnin' wit it
it, feel it, hit it it's hot, look
I ain't gon' stop til everybody's
Muammar Khadaf's the dot, X mark the

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

I'm livin' to fulfill 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 beat
My heat's loud, have you huggin' on the now

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

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

Baseball bats and upside of your head
Homey still gettin' off water and bread
I got this, retaliation, for any situation I'm
And leave the stage with a 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 from me
Life's a bitch she fuckin' 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 beat
My heat's loud, you huggin' on the street now