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

Some niggaz is better alone
I place you underneath the very you walkin' on
And no children in this motherfucker, drop your tone
Ain't got no business fuckin' with no microphones

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, I ain't afraid of fuckin' invisible gats
You always bringin' out in your
My shit'll make you fold and collapse
My goal to strictly takin' over the map, by any

Hustle and make more tracks a her-on fiend
Keep my enemies on a first basis
And hate niggaz like a skinhead racist
Chuck Taylors and fat

Stompin' hoes through y'all
I hurt worse than childbirth
A chick can suck my dick til the big
The work, so ain't no playin wit us

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

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

U know, who's these fuckin' streets
The king of these West coast beats, niggaz
droppin' off nothin' but straight heat
So stay the out of the way

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

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

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

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

Still holdin ground, touchin' down, with my X
Still send a couple through yo' chest if you
Dr. Dre comin' back I never left
The number one ranked paid celebrity guest
That's digits, motherfuckers

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

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