Pssh, man, I need a lighter, man (Right here!)
Yeah… whassup, Slim? (What´s crackin´?)
Hit this shit (Shit, I almost hit this motherfucker today)

Psh, is that right? (What is it with motherfuckers thinkin´ that
Because we´re in the spotlight, or whatever, that
They can do or say whatever they want to us
And that we won´t retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin self, by any means necessary (Right)

‘Cause you don´t know me, I don´t know you (Yeah)
So don´t approach me, I won´t approach you
And don´t insult me, I won´t insult you
‘Cause you don´t know what I will or I won´t do (You don´t know me)
‘Cause you don´t know me, and I don´t know you
So don´t approach me, I won´t approach you
And don´t insult me, I won´t insult you

‘Cause you don´t know what I will or I won´t do

Make no mistake, I´m the Golden State heavyweight
Being underrated gave me time to create
Can you relate? I renovate, straight out the gate
Carried my weight, but seem to receive nothin´ but hate
Millionaires snatchin´ crumbs off my little son plate
Kidnapped, locked in a trunk and shot in the face
No hoes, no clothes, no one showin´ up for my shows
You know how it goes, I might as well kick it at home
But my baby mama hate my guts and can´t stand me
Packed up, moved out, started a new family
So all this strugglin´ for what, so I can blow up?

Marry a slut but can´t watch my seed grow up?
Fuck that! This the fuckin´ thanks I get
For tryin´ to edutain assholes and feed my bitch?
Yo, I feel like my whole life is upside down
‘Cause you seein´ more support than I´m seein´ my child

It´s like, every day I wake up, another drama
It´s a wonder I´m alive survivin´ this karma
If I can hold on to my private life for five minutes longer
I might get my wife to let go of this knife and just calm her
Without these cameras in our faces like animals
For your Channel 2 Action News to follow our ambulance up the avenue
And catch a glimpse of all the suicide attempts

And what we do in private since they won´t let us put up a fence
And you wonder why I carry every gun under the Sun
Whether it´s unloaded, full or an unregistered one
No bullets? You´re so full of shit
This clip is so full, it´ll spit if I don´t pull it
And don´t give me no bullshit, I´m not in the mood
I just got in a feud in some parking lot with a dude
Over Kim and she just slit both of her wrists over this shit
Don´t tell me ´bout the show business shit, I know what this is
Bitch

‘Cause you don´t know me, I don´t know you
So don´t approach me, I won´t approach you
And don´t insult me, I won´t insult you
‘Cause you don´t know what I will or I won´t do (You don´t know me)
‘Cause you don´t know me, and I don´t know you
So don´t approach me, I won´t approach you
And don´t insult me, I won´t insult you
‘Cause you don´t know what I will or I won´t do

This ain´t business, this is personal, bitch
You don´t know Xzibit from shit, new school, class dismissed
I had a very fucked up day, I´m needin´ this fifth
Shuttin´ motherfuckers up like they pleadin´ the fifth

Yo, Em, it´s time to get serious with it
Time for everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skillet
This is your brain on drugs, Xzibit rain on thugs
Ain´t no neighborhood that´s big enough to bang on us
Ain´t no love lost, my niggas, relax yourself
I´m about to snatch it all and start spreadin´ the wealth
To my niggas who never seen it, I mean it when I holla
At the top of my lungs about my guns and my loved ones
Got tons of ammo to crack your enamel
Changin´ your channel, you played like a fuckin´ piano
Ridin´ slow through Cali like I´m ridin´ a camel
Millionaire motherfuckers with their brains in their flannels

I feel like Tony Soprano: who do I trust now?
Just hit me on my tele´, nigga, soon as I touch down
Spit lines to split spines, just to get mine
Big behind bitches gettin´ dick to spit shine
Sniff lines of coke – that´s the only shit that make you dope
Bitch-ass nigga that´s droppin´ the soap
Get choked out and beat, put your head in a vise-grip
And turn ´til you motherfuckers tell me the right shit
So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself, a front door with 12 locks
And have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox
And every time somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops?

Fuck that! I protect myself with these 12 shots
And one in the chamber, gun in the waist
And one in the ankle, waitin´ for someone to come to my place
Tryna walk up and knock, like these cocksuckers are not
Gonna get a shotgun or a Glock shoved in their face
And it´s a disgrace Hailie can´t play with her toys
In the front yard without you drivin´ by honkin´ your horn
Screamin´ some shit, leanin´ out your windows, beepin´ and shit
Or pullin´ up in my drive like I won´t leap in your whip
And so these kids tell their friends and relatives where I live

So my address ends up on the Internet again
So then, I do an interview with Spin, tellin´ them
That if someone comes to my crib, I´ma shove a gun in their ribs
And reporters blow it out of proportion
Oh, now he´s pullin´ guns on his fans, just for tryna stand on his porch
And I´m the bad guy, ‘cause I don´t answer my door, like, "Hey! Hi! You guys wants some autographs? Okay, form a straight line!"
Sometimes I feel like loadin´ this rifle
And climbin´ the roof at night and hidin´ outside to snipe you
It´s not that I don´t like you
It´s just that when I´m not behind the mic, I´m a person who´s just like you