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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 'Green
The bandula, six-shooter to your suit

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

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

Make a decision before we a head-on collision
Makin' me spend the rest of my life in
See I can only 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 the lights turned off
It's

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

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

Niggaz keep me how does it feel?
How does what feel? Not 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, new blueprints
Made a whole album, spent what you spent
Then sent the to my people to invest wit it
Custom fitted, if you want it nigga, and get it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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