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I was voted most likely to have a evaluation
Let's start the 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 hollow lead gon' be your last meal
Say prayers, say your graces
Pieces of your face is found in a hundred places

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

Make a decision before we have a collision
Makin' me spend the rest of my in prison
See I can only play the I was given

Multiplication, division whatever you got to break off
Like the U.S. did to Microsoft
Xzibit in some pussy with the lights turned off
It's

I'm livin' to fulfill my dreams
I'm just tryin' to 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 beat
My heat's loud, have you on the street now

Niggaz keep askin' me how it feel?
How does what 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, spent half what you
Then the rest to my people to invest wit it
fitted, if you want it nigga, come and get it

And I you bring a million niggaz runnin' wit it
it, feel it, hit it it's hot, look
I ain't stop til everybody's shot
Muammar the dot, X mark the spot

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

I'm livin' to fulfill my dreams
I'm just tryin' to have the best of
of y'all can't take shit 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

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

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

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

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

So ride 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