[Xzibit]   Most niggaz get it confused right? Huh   They think it's all chronic and palm trees out this muh'fucka   Bitches and bikinis, listen, huh      Some niggaz is better left alone   I place you underneath the very ground you walkin on   And ain't no children in this motherfucker, drop your tone   Ain't got no business even FUCKIN with no microphones   So yo it's me against the world, and ain't got shit to lose   My heavy artillery built to make the masses move   I carry tools that'll pick you up and out your shoes   Xzibit bringin new meanin to alcohol abuse   I wanna fall up in the spot where all the bitches at   Holdin somethin heavy to help you straighten out your back   A couple of drinks and I bend you over the kitchen sink   So what you think I owe you somethin bitch for fuckin me?   (BITCH) Get a grip, misery love company, check it   Xzibit show you the difference between real life and makin a record   Makin the moves and connections that you never expected   What good is money and the fame if you never respected?   Check it out      [Chorus]   You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets   (You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga)   Don't be actin like your shit don't stink (c'mon)   Y'all ain't fuckin with X   You know, we roll so fuckin deep   (Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)   Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink      [Xzibit]   Yo, I ain't afraid of them fuckin invisible gats   you always bringin out in your raps   My shit'll quickly make you fold and collapse   My goal to strictly takin over the map, by any means   Hustle and make more tracks than a her-on fiend   Keep my enemies on a first name basis   and hate them niggaz like a skinhead racist   Chuck Taylors and fat laces   Stompin hoes through y'all turf   I hurt worse than actual childbirth   A chick can suck my dick til the big squirt (AH-AHH!)   The song work, so ain't no playin wit us   Findin out where you rest your head and I'm sprayin it up   The remains that's left behind can probably fit in a cup   You pressin your luck, you makin yourselves easy to touch   I'm from the home of the hit 'em up, only two ways   You droppin some shells or you get 'em up, back in the days   there was a time there was this woman that I want to keep up   but nowadays when I see you I'm just tryin to fuck   so check it out      [Chorus]   You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets   (The king of these West coast gangsta beats, niggaz)   Always droppin off nothin but straight heat   so stay the fuck out of the way   You know, we roll so fuckin deep   (Round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)   Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink   Y'all ain't fuckin with Dre      [Dr. Dre]   Thangs just ain't the same since he came out   Two thousand and one, came blew the game out   I heard you was hot {*huff*} blew your flame out   And got the nerve to believe you hold the same clout?   I thought I told you, keep my name out of your fuckin mouth   (But Dr. Dre!) See that's exactly what I'm talkin bout   That shit right there, that's all day long   Just don't stop, I gots to be alone at the top   Forever ready loaded and locked, with niggaz that'll circle yo' block   and let 'em pop til some bodies get dropped   It's Doc Holiday in the flesh   (Still) hold it down, represent, resurrect the West   (Still) holdin ground, touchin down, with my nigga X   (Still) send a couple through yo' chest if you disrespect   Dr. Dre comin back (shit) I never left   The number one ranked highest paid celebrity guest   That's eight digits, motherfuckers      [Chorus]   You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets   (You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga)   Don't be actin like your shit don't stink (c'mon)   Y'all ain't fuckin with X   You know, we roll so fuckin deep   (Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)   Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink (YO)   Y'all ain't fuckin with X