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

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

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

Make a decision before we have a head-on
Makin' me spend the rest of my life in
See I can only play the I was given

Multiplication, division 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 tryin' to have the best of things
None of can't take shit from me
Life's a bitch she ain't fuckin' for

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

Niggaz 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 the wheel, draft new blueprints
Made a whole album, spent half what you
Then sent the to my people to invest wit it
Custom fitted, if you it nigga, come and get it

And I suggest you a million niggaz runnin' wit it
Split it, feel it, hit it it's hot,
I ain't gon' stop til everybody's
Muammar 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 keep your distance, for instance, the distance
It to get to the next solar system, motherfucker

I'm just livin' to my dreams
I'm just tryin' to have the of things
None of y'all take shit from me
Life's a bitch she 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, have you huggin' on the now

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

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

Baseball bats and bricks upside of head
still gettin' 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 fulfill my
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 fuckin' for

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