Symphony In X Major (feat. Dr. Dre)

Time to snap out of it, welcome to the real world My life like a Hitchcock flick, stick to the script If she can't stick to the script, stick to this dick How she actin' off of the fifth? Ridiculous shit We don't need conversation, just crowd participation If you here on vacation we got, rules and regulations Seperate myself from y'all, segregation Tryin' to stop Xzibit and Dre? Humiliation Pure elevation, got me some inspiration Two bitches in bubble baths, a beautiful invitation Got a live occupation, live for the moment I'm faced with an altercation manhandlin' my opponents I got eyes in the back of my head I never sleep so they bloodshot red Yo, we so far ahead of our time If we can stop life and press rewind You still wouldn't catch up 'til 2K and a dime, so turn it up Turn it up, turn it up This is it, this is it We the shit, we the shit Get with it Give a fuck, give a fuck Who you wit', who you wit' Turn it up, turn it up Get with it Truthfully speakin', it's lonely up here all by myself So I had to come down and pass around some help From N.W.A to whatever's next Make sure it says, "Andre Young", in bold letters on big checks Your shit ain't sellin'? Fuck it, get Dr. Dre on it You got a budget? I'll get down, give me half of it One session, one song, I'm gone The first week, you hit the streets, a star is born To add to my universe, let me show you Who can invade who nigga, and who can do who the worst Warning from the Surgeon General Watch out for fake hits and bullshit that sounds identical Pick it up, read the credits, who you thought it was? Twenty years in the game, with a constant buzz Pick a year, any year, see how hot I was Same shit today, and still don't give a fuck Turn it up, turn it up This is it, this is it We the shit, we the shit Get with it Give a fuck, give a fuck Who you wit', who you wit' Turn it up, turn it up Get with it Stay, in your place You can't face, what we bringin' What we bring to the game, playa Bounce like this Blaze your shit And get high for me Let me give y'all niggaz somethin' to hold This product not to be sold Know you can't cook it over a stove You can flip it and come back with a mitt Don't make me reach through your limo tint I just want my twenty percent This is dedicated to the people that spoke too soon I think I'll stop shootin' you niggaz and shoot for the moon Motherfuckers turn respect on and off like a light switch I'll never be seen, like Farrakhan fuckin' a white bitch Jump I won't flinch, dump I don't miss X holdin' this, I'm never losin faith or focus So say what you gotta say, everyday a holiday We don't blow the roof, we blow the whole fuckin' spot away Organize permission like, organized crime Organized minds, organize they nickels and dimes Organized vocab, be organizing my rhymes Organizing my business and organizing my time, so turn it up Turn it up, turn it up This is it, this is it We the shit, we the shit Get with it Give a fuck, give a fuck Who you wit', who you wit' Turn it up, turn it up Get with it