[Xzibit] 
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 
 
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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 
 
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[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 
 
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