[Chorus: Phats]
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Only the best of the best around me
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Big coupe, niggaz know about me
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Styrofoam cup with promethazine
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Got my body on lean, tell 'em "Slow it down please"
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Never play with a nigga
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Drive by, never wave at a nigga
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G-5, real plane/plain on a nigga
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I'ma pray for you niggaz and we throwin it like it's free
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[Black Milk]
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America's nightmare
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The American dream
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Sounds like the beginnin of the endin
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of the millenium when you in a storm's lightning
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Inner city kid with a pipe dream
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Shut down in the blink of an eye
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Handcuffed in the back of a cop car
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on the block where his best friend just died
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Everything they showed and they know is lies
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Everything we had before it was ours
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Look real deep in the eyes of 'em
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Look real deep in the minds of the blind and
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Put my time in the rhyme and
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Do you by the signs of the time kid
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Whenever I spit that, line for line shit quick, quick
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E'rybody calm down just for a bit
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Yo, livin in the land of the dark
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Livin in the land of the lost
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30,000 feet up 'til we landed
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Goin city to city to rock, watch all the fans put they hands up, up
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This is that realer, iller, killer
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Down for a nigga, I'm standin (yeah!)
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Somethin that's iller, iller, nigga (yeah)
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Somethin that the people are demandin
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[Xzibit]
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Check the background, your rap's not tight
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We don't fight, we push lead through the pipe
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Came like a thief in the night
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I lean with the left then I follow right behind with the right
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California term' on sight
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Then I take it back to the D, "Whatupdoe?"
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Cut up flow the same way I cut up blow
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Shut up hoe, abducted, U.F.O.
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Walk in a war zone, U.S.O.
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I'm at an all-time new plateau, lockin a round let it go
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Anybody get bodied you better know
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Can't do anything about it but get low
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On the real, before you get the Maybach and the self-made tags
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Get your own lane, fuck tryin to bring the game back
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Slap you out them skinny ass jeans with a back slap
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Better make change, you them niggaz get they chain snatched
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[Chorus]
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[Tre Capital]
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Lobster perception, stand at ease with attention
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Did I really even have to mention?
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Now me, X, Black on a pursuit of perfection
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Formulate a plot, man fuck your conception
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Brand new nigga with a flow that's divine
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All they ever did was write line after line
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Killin time after time and I'm not in my prime
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So instead of watchin the throne man the glory is mine
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Where do we go when we conquered it all?
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How do we feel when there's nothin at all?
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Why do we walk when we started to crawl?
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But like King James I was destined to ball
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Like what up, what up, we got one, hot one
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Spit lyrical homicide with a shotgun
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Click clack boom, praise God that we lost son
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Told these muh'fuckers not to mess with the wrong one
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Songs don't wait, welcome to the new edition
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Hand-to-hand, eliminate the competition
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Westside to the D, it's a coalition
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that we grind so hard that we had to give the
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rags to the riches, keys to the business
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What is this? Just a young nigga with ambition
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Knock your head off, protect my position
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Man down, man on a mission, listen
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[Chorus]
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Throw It Like It's Free
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Xzibit |