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

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

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

a decision before we have a head-on collision
Makin' me spend the of my life in prison
See I can play the cards 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 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 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, have you on the street now

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

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

With an infrared to your head, left for
Fuck the feds, flee the country then grow some
I suggest you keep your distance, for instance, the same
It to get to the next solar system, motherfucker

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

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

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

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

Baseball bats and bricks upside of your
Homey still swoll off water and bread
I got this, retaliation, for any I'm facin'
And leave the stage with a 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 she ain't 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 down
My heat's loud, have you on the street now