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

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

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

I wanna up in the spot where all the bitches at
Holdin' somethin' heavy to 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, misery company, check it
Xzibit show you the difference between real and makin' a record
Makin' the moves and connections 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 'slapped with the heat
be actin like your shit don't stink, c'mon
Y'all ain't with X

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

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

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

Stompin' through y'all turf
I worse than actual 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 left behind can probably fit in a cup
You pressin' your
You makin' easy 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 there was this woman that I to keep up
But nowadays when I see you I'm just tryin' to so check it out

U know, who's runnin' fuckin' streets
The king of these West 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 don't
Y'all fuckin' with Dre

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

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

Forever 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, the West

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

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

U know, we roll so deep
Yeah, round after round in the of the street niggaz
'Cause you're actin' like your don't stink, yo
Y'all ain't with X