[Verse 1]
I was voted Most Likely To Have A Psychiatric Evaluation
Let’s start the process of elimination
This dedication is for niggas with the green buddha
The bandula, six-shooter to your soup 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 mine’s 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
[Verse 2]
Niggas 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 with it
Custom fitted, if you want it, nigga, come and get it
And I suggest you bring a million niggas runnin’ wit it
Split it, feel it, hit it it’s hot, look
I ain’t gon’ stop ’til everybody’s shot
Muammar Gaddafi’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]
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
[Verse 3]
Strike 1 – when a nigga talkin’ shit with his hands down
Strike 2 – gettin’ caught in the wrong place with your pants down
Strike 3 – 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 back like tax
Baseball bats and bricks upside of your head
Homey still gettin’ swole 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]
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
[Outro]
What’s the name of the suspect?
40-2-40, I got shots fired here, send me another unit
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