[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 
Bitch niggaz 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 niggaz 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 fags 
In these streets, you only good as your last transaction 
Funny style, and these niggaz ain't laughin 
Y'all got it all fucked 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 
 
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Get your walk on, get your head right 
I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right 
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up 
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up 
 
[Xzibit] 
Judge and jury, don't get your case dismissed 
When I get pissed and smash through the makeshift 
Uplift, dump this, make your shit knock 
Hypnotical hardrock that don't flop 
It's the best thing crackin my nigga 
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 
Mailed your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid 
Drastic measures we take just to get by 
for all the shit you gotta go through to get high 
Stand by, do or die for the West coast 
Wanna fuck with Xzibit but can't come close motherfuckers 
 
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[Xzibit] 
Tell y'all people to call my people 
Recognize all men are not created equal 
I'm lethal, all y'all faggots 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, nigga reach for space 
Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk shit 
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 niggaz want is conflict 
Only associate with pros and the convicts 
Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb bitch 
and then bounce with a couple, motherfuck a tussle 
You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle 
 
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