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

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

So yo it's me against the world and got shit to lose
My heavy artillery to make the masses move
I carry tools that'll you up and out your shoes
bringin' new meanin' to alcohol abuse

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

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

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

U know, we roll so fuckin'
Yeah, round after round in the 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 shit'll quickly make you and collapse
My goal to strictly over the map, by any means

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

Stompin' hoes y'all turf
I hurt worse actual childbirth
A chick can suck my dick til the big
The song work, so no playin wit us

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

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

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

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

Thangs just the same since he came out
Two thousand and one, came, blew the out
I heard you was hot your flame out
And got the nerve to believe you hold the clout?

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

ready loaded 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 ground, touchin' down, with my nigga X
Still send a couple through yo' if you disrespect
Dr. Dre comin' back shit I left
The number one ranked highest paid guest
That's digits, motherfuckers

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

U know, we roll so deep
Yeah, round after round in the middle of the street
'Cause you're actin' like your shit stink, yo
ain't fuckin' with X