I can depend on myself Guys they always wonder about me (yeah, I hear ya "T") Cause everything I have is my own (I'm feelin' dis) There's no other way you can doubt me (and I'm listenin') Before I trust you I'll just be here alone Can I tell ya, can I

She could hear those church bells ringing, ringing Fold your hands and close your eyes Yeah, it's all gonna be alright Yeah, they're ringing And up in the loft, that whole choir singing, singing And just listen to the church bells ringing, ringing Jenny

C'mon Xzibit Yeah... Ahh, ahh, E-Dub It's that millennium ridiculous flow, I never let go Niggaz gettin' knocked out is part of my show Let 'em know who they fuckin' with yo, a rhyme wrangler

I got the drink in me goin' back to back They gon' ask if I can play this shit back to back Oh man, oh man Yeah, I learned the game from William Wesley, you can never check me Back to back for the niggas that didn't get the message Back to back like I'm

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah They say haters be in they feelings I've been a sucka for the love, gotta let it go 'Cause I see that you love different My homies always tryna tell me nigga, let her go But I love, I love her, I love her, I can't let

Hey hey hey yeah, hey hey hey yeah Loud I want to hear it loud Don't want no compromise Loud I wanna hear it loud Right between the eyes 'Cause I love it Right between the eyes(I love it) (I love it) Hey hey hey yeah, hey hey hey yeah

And it sounds like I hear the devil calling me back home I hear the devil calling me back (I hear the devil calling me back home) I hear the devil calling me back (I hear the devil) She calling, calling, calling Hey yeah, (oh yeah, ooh) No rest for the

Beast mode (yeah) Go beast mode Ballin' so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code (huh) I got the cheat code Spent two bands on some mothafuckin' jeans hoe Those is Mike Amiri jeans though Yeah, bad little bitch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico Yeah,

Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet Different colored coupes, shmoney on the floor yeah They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah (Scum Gang!) I'll be on the block on the regular With my niggas busting at the cops, on the

Yeah, uh-huh ("What can I do?") Yeah yeah (What's goin on man?) (The fuck is goin on man?) Yo {"What can I do?"} To make that paper was the trait that I received at birth Niggas jealous and hatin' on me ("What can I do?") When they plottin' and schemin'