Key: G# minor
Verse 1
Em
Dm
C
Em
Most niggas
get it confused, right?
Dm
C
Huh, they think it's all chronic
Out this motherfucker,
C
Bm
Em
Some niggas is better left alone
Verse 2
I'll plant you underneath the very
ground you walkin' on
Dm
C
Bm
And ain't no children in this motherfucker,
Ain't got no business even
fuckin' with no microphones
Dm
Bm
So yo, it's me against the world,
and ain't got shit to lose
the masses move
Dm
Em
I carry tools that'll pick
you up and out your shoes
Xzibit bringin' new meanin'
to alcohol abuse
Dm
C
Bm
I wanna fall up in the spot where all
Holdin' somethin' heavy to help
you straighten out your back
Dm
C
Em
A couple of drinks and I bend
you over the kitchen sink
So what, you think I owe you somethin'
bitch for fuckin' me?
Dm
C
(Bitch) Get a grip,
Bm
Em
misery love company, check it
Xzibit show you the difference between
Dm
C
real life and makin' a record
that you never expected
What good is money and the fame
Verse 3
these fuckin' streets
Dm
C
(You get involved,
Bm
Em
you gettin slapped with the heat, nigga)
Don't be actin' like your shit don't
C
Bm
Y'all ain't fuckin' with X
Dm
deep
C
Bm
Em
(Yeah, round after round in the middle of the street,
niggas)
'Cause you're actin' like
your shit don't stink
Verse 4
Dm
C
Yo, I ain't afraid of them fuck
You always bringin' out in your raps
My shit'll quickly make you
Dm
C
fold and collapse
Bm
Em
My goal to strictly takin' over the map,
by any means
Hustle and make more tracks
And hate them niggas like
a skinhead racist
Dm
C
Chuck Taylors and fat laces
Bm
Em
Stompin' hoes through y'all turf
I hurt worse than actual childbirth
C
Bm
bitch squirt (ah-ah)
so ain't no playin' wit us
Findin out where you rest your head and
Dm
C
I'm sprayin' it up
can probably fit in a cup
You pressin' your luck,
C
Bm
I'm from the home of the hit 'em up,
You droppin' some shells or you get 'em up,
Dm
C
back in the days
But nowadays when I see
Dm
C
you I'm just tryin' to fuck
Verse 5
fuckin' streets
Dm
C
Bm
Em
(The king of these West Coast gangsta beats,
niggas)
Always droppin' off
nothin' but straight heat
Dm
C
Bm
So stay the fuck out of the way
Dm
C
Bm
Em
(Round after round in the middle of the street,
niggas)
'Cause you're actin' like
your shit don't stink
Dm
C
Y'all ain't fuckin' with Dre
B
Em
Thangs just ain't
Verse 6
the same
since it came out
Two thousand and one,
Dm
C
came blew the game out
blew your flame out
out of your fuckin' mouth
B
Em
That shit right there, that's all day long
Dm
Just don't stop, I gots to be alone at the top
C
Bm
Em
Forever ready, loaded and locked,
with niggas that'll circle yo' block
And let 'em pop 'til some
Dm
C
bodies get dropped
Bm
B
touchin' down, with my nigga X
chest if you disrespect
Dm
C
Bm
Dr. Dre comin' back
The number one ranked highest
paid celebrity guest
Dm
C
Em
That's eight digits, motherfuckers
Verse 7
these fuckin' streets
Dm
C
(You get involved,
Don't be actin' like your shit don't
C
Em
Y'all ain't fuckin' with X
You know,
C
Bm
Em
(Yeah, round after round in the middle of the street,
niggas)
'Cause you're actin' like your shit
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