[Xzibit] Yo, listen, huh
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[Chorus: Xzibit]
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I just wanna thank you, for bein around
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And patiently waitin and holdin me down
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It's easy to see, for Mr. X to the Z
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That without no you, there could be no me
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I just wanna thank you, for bein a fan
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And watchin me grow from a boy to a man
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It's easy to see, for Mr. X to the Z
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That without no you, there could be no me
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[Xzibit]
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You 'bout to hear some words, that you ain't probably heard
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With all of these rappers pullin triggers and flippin birds
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I know it sound absurd, cause they don't tell the truth
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They prostitutes, they contaminate the youth
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But yet I'm guilty of, the things I said above
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No matter my faults still continue to show me love
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Naw I ain't perfect mayne, but yet I stay the same
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I play chess not checkers but this is not a game
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And this is not a song, and this is not a verse
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It's not conceived, or simulated or been rehearsed
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Spent the first half of my life, thinkin that I was cursed
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Could have been hit with a hollow, follow behind my hearse
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That wasn't meant for me, I spent a decade
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makin it what it's 'sposed to be, hopefully brought you close to me
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All these people approachin me, don't even know the half
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I could be facin life but X is signin autographs, damn
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[Chorus]
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[Xzibit]
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My son's 11 now, I got to see him grow
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Makin his free throws, the way he laughin at the show
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Yo he remind me of me, when I was ridin bikes
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He gon' be taller than me, he got my mother's height
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But yo you know the difference, between me and them others
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They say you buggin when I call you my sisters and brothers
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I coulda missed it all, I coulda dropped the ball
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Mind of Metallica,() and "Kill 'Em All"
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I used to hustle raw, I used to run the streets
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I used to hustle heats, I grinded all my beef
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Most of my homies is gone, restin in peace
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Some'll never see release from custody of police, but me
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But nah my little dude get to go to private school
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And I can do the things my father couldn't afford to do
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That's what it's 'sposed to do, this is from me to you
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Support from you and yours, thank you for gettin me through, true
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[Chorus]
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[Xzibit]
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We buried Proof today, it really broke me up
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to see my brother in that casket, maaan what the ()?
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Media made me angry, I had to soak it up
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The future is fragile never promised to none of us
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Hittin so close to home, but what I focused on
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is how he lived, the lives he touched, the cornerstone
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We never walk alone, although sometime it seems
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that nightmares go hand in hand with livin out dreams
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So let me take this time, from my struggle my grind
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to let you know that I appreciate you by my side
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It's been a long ride, a lot of long nights
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A lot of long flights, worth every sacrifice
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A soldier of fortune fearless fightin the good fight
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I never had a plan B, I never lost sight
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That's why I hit the stage, that's why I kill the mic
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It's for my fans that's ridin with Xzibit for life, RIGHT!
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[Chorus]
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[Outro]
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Thank you, for lettin me breathe
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For lettin me be who I am, huh, yeah, huh
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Two little words, y'all never get to hear enough
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You know what I'm sayin', Yeah that, hehe..
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Yes.. the return
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Uh-huh.. breathe!
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Thank You
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