[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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