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Most get it confused right? Huh
think it's all chronic
And trees out this muh'fucka
and bikinis, listen, huh

Some is better left alone
I place you underneath the ground you walkin' on
And ain't no children in this motherfucker, your tone
Ain't got no business even with no microphones

So yo it's me against the world and ain't got to lose
My heavy artillery built to the masses move
I carry tools that'll pick you up and out shoes
Xzibit new meanin' to alcohol abuse

I fall up in the spot where all the bitches at
Holdin' somethin' heavy to help you out your back
A of drinks and I bend you over the kitchen sink
So what you think, I owe you somethin' for fuckin' me?

Bitch, get a grip, misery company, check it
Xzibit you the difference between real life and makin' a record
the moves and connections that you never expected
What good is money and the fame if you respected? Check it out

U know, who's runnin' these streets
You get involved, you 'slapped with the heat nigga
Don't be actin like your shit don't stink,
Y'all ain't with X

U know, we so fuckin' deep
Yeah, round after in the middle of the street niggaz
'Cause you're actin' like your shit don't

Yo, I ain't of them fuckin' invisible gats
You always bringin' out in raps
My quickly make you fold and collapse
My goal to strictly takin' the map, by any means

Hustle and make more tracks a her-on fiend
my enemies on a first name basis
And hate them niggaz like a skinhead
Taylors and fat laces

Stompin' hoes y'all turf
I hurt than actual childbirth
A chick can my dick til the big squirt
The song work, so ain't no wit us

Findin' out where you your head and I'm sprayin it up
The remains that's left can probably fit in a cup
You pressin' luck
You makin' yourselves to touch

I'm from the of the hit 'em up, only two ways
You droppin' shells or you get 'em up, back in the days
There was a time was this woman that I want to keep up
But nowadays when I see you I'm just tryin' to so check it out

U know, who's runnin' these streets
The of these West coast gangsta beats, niggaz
Always droppin' off but straight heat
So the fuck out of the way

U know, we roll so fuckin'
Round after in the middle of the street, niggaz
'Cause you're actin' like your shit stink
Y'all ain't fuckin' Dre

just ain't the same since he came out
Two thousand and one, came, the game out
I heard you was hot blew flame out
And got the nerve to believe you the same clout?

I thought I told you, keep my out of your fuckin' mouth
But Dr. Dre, see that's exactly I'm talkin' 'bout
That right there, that's all day long
don't stop, I gots to be alone at the top

Forever ready loaded and locked, with niggaz that'll circle yo'
And let 'em pop til some get dropped
It's Doc Holiday in the
Still hold it down, represent, resurrect the

holdin ground, touchin' down, with my nigga X
Still send a through yo' chest if you disrespect
Dr. Dre back shit I never left
The one ranked highest paid celebrity guest
eight digits, motherfuckers

U know, who's runnin' these fuckin'
You get involved, you gettin' slapped with the nigga
Don't be like your shit don't stink, c'mon
Y'all fuckin' with X

U know, we so fuckin' deep
Yeah, round after round in the middle of the niggaz
'Cause you're actin' your shit don't stink, yo
Y'all fuckin' with X