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Xzibit
(Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth
Some call that a problem but I call it a gift
Xzibit make the whole continent shift (hell yeah)
Invadin your territory in a blaze of glory
A soldier story, livin off nothin but instinct
b*tch continue to floss and lip-sync
And I'ma just continue to flow, while rockin the boat
Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope
Don't make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat
Always approach that's known for killin your folks
Be surprised who could turn around and bust on y'all
Catch your mother or your sister comin out of the mall
Bang holes through they coats and they Macy bags
No retaliation you basically runnin with f*gs
In these streets, you only good as your last transaction
Funny style, and these ain't laughin
Y'all got it all fked up in zero-zero
Think life is a video for "Last Action Heroes"
Face the price you pay for the games you play
When it's all said and done at the end of the day, you gotta
Xzibit
Judge and jury, don't get your case dismissed
When I get p*ssed and smash through the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, make your s**t knock
Hypnotical hardrock that don't flop
It's the best thing crackin my nigg*
Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but don't ever deliver
From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags
earthquakes police with automatics and nerve gas
Learn fast or get left behind quick (yeah)
You testify, you get wrapped in plastic (hell yeah)
Xzibit turn your SUV into a casket
melt your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid
Drastic measures we take just to get by
for all the s**t you gotta go through to get high
Stand by, do or die for the West coast
Wanna fk with Xzibit but can't come close motherfkers
Xzibit
Tell y'all people to call my people
Recognize all men are not created equal
I'm lethal, all y'all f*gg*ts remain see-through
Only the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!)
When I get through the world'll be a better place
A little Jesus Christ mixed with some Leatherface
Go find some punch to spike, find some dope to lace
Pull a pistol from my waist, nigg* reach for space
Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk s**t
or hit so hard to the chin it make your back flip
My transcript number one up in this conference
It's nonsense, all y'all want is conflict
Only associate with pros and the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb b*tch
and then bounce with a couple, motherfk a tussle
You never have enough muscle to stop a nigg* hustle
Chorus - repeat 2X
Get your walk on, get your head tight
I know you feelin the s**t, s**t is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat as* up
b*tch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
