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(Xzibit) |
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Where Rock at? |
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Rock here yet? |
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It's all good |
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(Verse 1) |
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I done came too far, can't turn back now |
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Pull it out, get it up, can't put shit down |
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Best believe to achieve gotta struggle to get it but peep it |
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It's like you got a body somebody just to keep it |
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Ain't no secret how the west coast do it |
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Stick a fork in it, done deal disputed (yeah) |
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Holdin two black aces for the smilin faces |
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It's a chess game nigga, better count ya spaces |
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We gon find the weakest link, f**k what you niggaz think |
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Pump gon repeat and grind y'all to mincemeat |
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I can't retreat, refusin to lose (yeah) |
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Walk one day in the X man's shoes |
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(Chorus) |
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Make shit happen, stomp and smashin' |
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On and crackin, who want action |
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Pistol packin, f**k relaxin' |
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Hit u where it hurts |
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Make you feel it, can't conceal it |
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If it breaths then I can kill it |
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Come and get it, custom-fitted |
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Hit u where it hurts |
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(Verse 2) |
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I might as well buy a suit right now |
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Put money on my books downtown to get ready for trial |
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Look, ya only gotta tell me once |
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Better wake up and smell these blunts |
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What's really behind the front |
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Ain't no parts about me punk |
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We can thump, don't get too close |
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Because you might get slump kicked |
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Front page material, I serial kill shit |
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Only that real shit, we can scrap or slap clips |
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My tactics range from Attila the Hun |
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To Genghis Kahn to the rice fields of Vietnam |
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Atom bomb my name tag across the sky |
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Eye for an eye, somebody got to die now |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 3) |
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The points that I make be hollow |
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X a hard act to follow |
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Disappear in front of your eyes, besides |
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I switch up rides at least five times |
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Dangerous minds, caught behind enemy lines |
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Read the signs, better yet you pick your place |
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Got a 4-4 eagle to split your face |
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Nigga you be safe we invade your space |
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Beat you, beat your team, then beat the case |
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Poker face, niggaz can't read me yo |
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Green light a mothaf**ker fa sho, let's go |
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Stay low, we the unforgiven |
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Hard to touch like pussy in Britain |
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Can't stop me from living, muh-f**ka |
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(gunfire) |
