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Xzibit
Most get it confused right? Huh
They think it's all chronic and palm trees out this muh'fka
girls and bikinis, listen, huh

Some is better left alone
I place you underneath the very ground you walkin on
And ain't no children in this motherfker, drop your tone
Ain't got no business even fkin with no microphones
So yo it's me against the world, and ain't got s**t to lose
My heavy artillery built to make the masses move
I carry tools that'll pick you up and out your shoes
Xzibit bringin new meanin to alcohol abuse
I wanna fall up in the spot where all the girls at
Holdin somethin heavy to help you straighten out your back
A couple of drinks and I bend you over the kitchen sink
So what you think I owe you somethin b*tch for fkin me?
(b*tch) Get a grip, misery love company, check it
Xzibit show you the difference between real life and makin a record
Makin the moves and connections that you never expected
What good is money and the fame if you never respected?
Check it out

Chorus
You know, who's runnin these fkin streets
(You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigg*)
Don't be actin like your s**t don't stink (c'mon)
Y'all ain't fkin with X
You know, we roll so fkin deep
(Yeah round after round in the middle of the street )
Cause you're actin like your s**t don't stink

Xzibit
Yo, I ain't afraid of them fkin invisible gats
you always bringin out in your raps
My s**t'll quickly make you fold and collapse
My goal to strictly takin over the map, by any means
Hustle and make more tracks than a her-on fiend
Keep my enemies on a first name basis
and hate them like a skinhead racist
Chuck Taylors and fat laces
Stompin hoes through y'all turf
I hurt worse than actual childbirth
A chick can suck my d*ck til the big squ*rt (AH-AHH!)
The song work, so ain't no playin wit us
Findin out where you rest your head and I'm sprayin it up
The remains that's left behind can probably fit in a cup
You pressin your luck, you makin yourselves easy to touch
I'm from the home of the hit 'em up, only two ways
You droppin some shells or you get 'em up, back in the days
there was a time there was this woman that I want to keep up
but nowadays when I see you I'm just tryin to fk
so check it out

Chorus
You know, who's runnin these fkin streets
(The king of these West coast gangsta beats, )
Always droppin off nothin but straight heat
so stay the fk out of the way
You know, we roll so fkin deep
(Round after round in the middle of the street )
Cause you're actin like your s**t don't stink
Y'all ain't fkin with Dre

Dr. Dre
Thangs just ain't the same since he came out
Two thousand and one, came blew the game out
I heard you was hot *huff* blew your flame out
And got the nerve to believe you hold the same clout?
I thought I told you, keep my name out of your fkin mouth
(But Dr. Dre!) See that's exactly what I'm talkin bout
That s**t right there, that's all day long
Just don't stop, I gots to be alone at the top
Forever ready loaded and locked, with that'll circle yo' block
and let 'em pop til some bodies get dropped
It's Doc Holiday in the flesh
(Still) hold it down, represent, resurrect the West
(Still) holdin ground, touchin down, with my nigg* X
(Still) send a couple through yo' chest if you disrespect
Dr. Dre comin back (s**t) I never left
The number one ranked highest paid celebrity guest
That's eight digits, motherfkers

Chorus
You know, who's runnin these fkin streets
(You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigg*)
Don't be actin like your s**t don't stink (c'mon)
Y'all ain't fkin with X
You know, we roll so fkin deep
(Yeah round after round in the middle of the street )
Cause you're actin like your s**t don't stink (YO)
Y'all ain't fkin with X