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U Know Lyrics - Restless - 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 

 

U 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 

 

U 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, 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 

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 

 

U 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 

 

U 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 

 

Thangs just ain't the same since he came out 

Two thousand and one, came, blew the game out 

I heard you was hot 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 

 

U 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 

 

U 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 

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