Plenty (triple j Live At The Wireless)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I was voted Most Likely To Have A Psychiatric Evaluation Let's start the process of elimination This dedication is for niggas with the green buddha The bandula, six-shooter to your soup 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 mine's 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 [Verse 2] Niggas 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 with it Custom fitted, if you want it, nigga, come and get it And I suggest you bring a million niggas runnin' wit it Split it, feel it, hit it it's hot, look I ain't gon' stop 'til everybody's shot Muammar Gaddafi'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] 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 [Verse 3] Strike 1 – when a nigga talkin' shit with his hands down Strike 2 – gettin' caught in the wrong place with your pants down Strike 3 – 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 back like tax Baseball bats and bricks upside of your head Homey still gettin' swole 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] 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 [Outro] What's the name of the suspect? 40-2-40, I got shots fired here, send me another unit