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    "Best Of Things" Lyrics


    track 13
    Restless [2000]
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    I was voted most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation
    Let's start the process of elimination
    This dedication is for niggaz with the green buddha
    The bandula, six-shooter to your suit 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 mines off
    like the U.S. government did to Microsoft
    Like Xzibit in some pussy with the lights turned off
    It's like

    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

    Niggaz 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 wit it
    Custom fitted, if you want it nigga, come and get it
    and I suggest you bring a million niggaz runnin wit it
    Split it, feel it, hit it it's hot, look
    I ain't gon' stop til everybody's shot
    Muammar Khadaf'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


    Strike one, when a nigga talkin shit with his hands
    Strike two, gettin caught in the wrong place with your pants down
    Strike three, 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 backs like tax
    Baseball bats and breaks upside of your head
    Homey STILL gettin swoll 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

    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Alvin Joiner, Alvin N. Joiner, Andre Young, Andre Romell Young.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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