[Xzibit]
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I was voted most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation
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Let's start the process of elimination
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This dedication is for niggaz with the green buddha
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The bandula, six-shooter to your suit coolers
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Now how this feel? Cold black steel up in your grill
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This hollow point lead gon' be your last meal
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Say your prayers, say your graces
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Pieces of your face is found in a hundred different places
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Huh, so what we lookin like? We tryin to see some hoes to fuck tonight
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and you just tryin to see the afterlife
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Make a decision before we have a head-on collision
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makin me spend the rest of my life in prison
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See I can only play the cards I was given
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Multiplication division whatever you got to break mines off
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like the U.S. government did to Microsoft
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Like Xzibit in some pussy with the lights turned off
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It's like
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[Chorus]
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I'm just livin to fulfill my dreams
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I'm just tryin to have the best of things
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None of y'all can't take shit from me
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Life's a bitch she ain't fuckin for free
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So I'ma ride til the wheels fall off
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while all the rest get weak and go soft
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Your petite style, can get you beat down
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My heat's loud, have you huggin on the street now
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[Xzibit]
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Niggaz keep askin me how does it feel
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How does WHAT feel? Not havin to scrape for a meal?
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Not bein locked down to a fucked up deal?
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The biggest man in Los Angeles is not Shaquille
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We had to reinvent the wheel, draft new blueprints
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Made a whole album, spent HALF what you spent
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then sent the rest to my people to invest wit it
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Custom fitted, if you want it nigga, come and get it
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and I suggest you bring a million niggaz runnin wit it
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Split it, feel it, hit it it's hot, look
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I ain't gon' stop til everybody's shot
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Muammar Khadaf's the dot, X mark the spot
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with an infrared to your head, left for dead
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Fuck the feds, flee the country then grow some dreads (ya mon)
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I suggest you keep your distance, for instance, the same distance
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it takes to get to the next solar system, motherfucker
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[Chorus]
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[Xzibit]
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Strike one, when a nigga talkin shit with his hands
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Strike two, gettin caught in the wrong place with your pants down
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Strike three, tryin to fuck with the D-O-double-G
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D-R-E, or any of my Alkaholik family
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Huh, Xzibit turn your vital signs to a straight line
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Never seen a dog bite and bark at the same time
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Restless, rugged, never relaxed
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Permanently owe you motherfuckers backs like tax
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Baseball bats and breaks upside of your head
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Homey STILL gettin swoll off water and bread
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I got this, retaliation, for any situation I'm facin
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and leave the stage with a standin ovation, it's like
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[Chorus]
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Best Of Things
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Xzibit |