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Most get it confused right? Huh
They think it's all
And palm trees out this
and bikinis, listen, huh

Some is better left alone
I place you underneath the ground you walkin' on
And ain't no children in motherfucker, drop your tone
Ain't got no business even with no microphones

So yo it's me against the world and got shit to lose
My artillery built to make the masses move
I carry tools that'll you up and out your shoes
bringin' new meanin' to alcohol abuse

I wanna fall up in the where all the bitches at
Holdin' somethin' heavy to help you straighten out your
A couple of drinks and I bend you over the sink
So you think, I owe you somethin' bitch for fuckin' me?

Bitch, get a grip, misery company, check it
show you the difference between real life and makin' a record
Makin' the moves and connections that you expected
What good is money and the fame if you never respected? it out

U know, who's runnin' fuckin' streets
You get involved, you gettin with the heat nigga
be actin like your shit don't stink, c'mon
Y'all fuckin' with X

U know, we roll so deep
Yeah, round after in the middle of the street niggaz
'Cause you're like your shit don't stink

Yo, I ain't afraid of fuckin' invisible gats
You always bringin' out in raps
My shit'll quickly you fold and collapse
My goal to strictly takin' the map, by any means

Hustle and make tracks than a her-on fiend
Keep my on a first name basis
And them niggaz like a skinhead racist
Taylors and fat laces

Stompin' hoes through turf
I hurt worse than childbirth
A chick can suck my dick til the big
The song work, so ain't no wit us

Findin' out where you your head and I'm sprayin it up
The remains that's left can probably fit in a cup
You your luck
You makin' yourselves easy to

I'm from the home of the hit 'em up, two ways
You droppin' some or you get 'em up, back in the days
There was a time there was this woman I want to keep up
But nowadays I see you I'm just tryin' to fuck so check it out

U know, who's runnin' these streets
The king of these West coast beats, niggaz
Always droppin' off nothin' but straight
So stay the out of the way

U know, we so fuckin' deep
after round in the middle of the street, niggaz
'Cause you're actin' your shit don't stink
Y'all ain't with Dre

Thangs just ain't the same he came out
Two thousand and one, came, the game out
I heard you was hot your flame out
And got the nerve to believe you hold the clout?

I thought I told you, keep my name out of your fuckin'
But Dr. Dre, see that's exactly what I'm talkin'
That shit right there, all day long
Just stop, I gots to be alone at the top

Forever loaded and locked, with niggaz that'll circle yo' block
And let 'em pop til some get dropped
It's Doc Holiday in the
Still hold it down, represent, resurrect the

holdin ground, touchin' down, with my nigga X
Still send a couple yo' chest if you disrespect
Dr. Dre comin' shit I never left
The one ranked highest paid celebrity guest
That's eight digits,

U know, who's runnin' fuckin' streets
You get involved, you gettin' with the heat nigga
Don't be actin like your shit stink, c'mon
ain't fuckin' with X

U know, we so fuckin' deep
Yeah, after round in the middle of the street niggaz
you're actin' like your shit don't stink, yo
Y'all fuckin' with X