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

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

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

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

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

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

We had to the wheel, draft new blueprints
Made a whole album, spent half what you
Then sent the rest to my to invest wit it
fitted, if you want it nigga, come and get it

And I suggest you bring a niggaz runnin' wit it
Split it, it, hit it it's hot, look
I ain't gon' stop til everybody's
Khadaf's the dot, X mark the spot

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

I'm livin' to fulfill my dreams
I'm just tryin' to have the of things
of y'all can't take shit from me
Life's a bitch she ain't fuckin' for

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

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

Huh, Xzibit turn your vital signs to a straight
seen a dog bite and bark at the same time
Restless, rugged, relaxed
Permanently owe you motherfuckers like tax

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

I'm just to fulfill my dreams
I'm just tryin' to have the best of
None of y'all can't shit from me
Life's a bitch she ain't fuckin' for

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