[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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