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