Where you think you goin. Where you think you goin. Aiiyo, what you doin nigga. Where you think you goin. Where you think you goin. Where you think you goin
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department Fuck you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u-s-h Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa Fuck you
do you think Do you think he gon do something Don't let the money fool you Don't let the money do you Cause it ain't really about nothin' (nothin') Its
let 'em all know it Playas takin' up off the style, well, if you think I'm scared You, dead wrong, did you think when I break you down. [Hook repeated
For You Get Inda Booth You Know Think About The Bone Flow For Hoes I Aint Nice Like ????Wanna Split Ya Mouth Betta Get You That Dough You Old Hoes Wheres
blowin Like some runnin shoes on the track I'm goin Tell these other dudes they slack I'm sewing So don't get hemmed up, I think? up Cause in my mind
you crazy You wonderin how The streets ain't never want you Beatrice what you gonna do now? Now if you wanna beef with me, then i'm beefin with you I
When you goin' through mad shit And it just seem like you get out of it, nowhere and shit You thinkin' you puttin' your shit in and you thinkin' You gettin
You won't play no Public Enemy You ain't playin no Boogie Down Productions You ain't tryin to represent the black community You just carin about your little ol' R&B +BULL+ you
One time.. yo Never liked son from day one, bring you tool That nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a bitch-ass Who care where you came from, you ain
I know where you are Spain baggage claim and you yellin bon swa You think I'm comfy Think murder one go humphrey Think I'm seven five make to hundred
clubs you know you gettin ya shit bust Not too many ducks is goin against us If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up Rhyme till I can't rhyme
: Intro: [An interview with Xzibit] [I] I want to ask you, what is more important to you guys? All the money that you guys are talkin' about?
m a one-man band and you are my fan Don't you understand? I'm like Superman Yeah, the Man of Steel, don't you know the deal? You better be for real, I
Mercedes bust Tip bottles, Movado, sailin in some Wu googles you follow Mail and jail letters, sendin niggaz lottos What made you murder my flow, what made you
rhyme I write get 25 to Life) [Juvenile] You got me fucked up I'm innocent look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side but you believin
GO! Go! What be goin on over here? Coming through top speed you better stand clear OO! you better beware or step somewhere We 'bout to blast outta here
