Best Of Things lyrics

Artist  : Xzibit 
Song : Best Of Things



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[Xzibit]
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

[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

[Xzibit]
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

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
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

[Chorus]