[xzibit]
yeah..
addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price
sacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and ice
iand'm precise with the merchandise, came back like christ
to change the game, while yand'all niggaz remain the same
clear the lane, comin through like kobe, you canand't hold me
you canand't stop me, ever since i dropped andquot;paparazziandquot;
i done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit
like every idiot that can spit be droppin a hit
i transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted
shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic
itand's like tryin to squeeze water from rocks
i negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock
sick of niggaz screamin they hot, but really they not
beatin you all to the ground like six l.a. cops
put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot
and lived to tell about it, never leavin home without it, cand'mon
[chorus: butch cassidy]
thereand's no one out there, for us, to fear
iand'll say it loud and clear..
who can say theyand're close, to us
speak now and youand'll be brought, to tears
[king tee]
they probably saw me on the 91 east, gettin off on central
with the rag back, lookin like lifeand's so simple
tela take a loss, still floss, all bets
if trife canand't cover the house, call x
likwit crew brothers, blues brothers
move somethin, make killers do somethin, fand'real
the bitch-made often politic with the skill
now shitand's all twisted, unlisted
guns fixed it, best not speak about the likwit
we gifted, twenty-four hours and still lifted
(*x*: bitch keep your vagina) we drunk and ainand't interested
bitches come a dime and a dove, we ainand't trippin it
standin at the bar, soft-styled in the cut
andquot;ooh, boo wait, i think you had too much!andquot;
bitch what? act right and pour it in a cup
the west and eastside keep smokin them blunts, niggaz
[interlude: butch cassidy]
letand's get with it, i was born to trip
stay on the lookout, ainand't no time to slip
we ainand't for games and shit
change your spot, cause weand're known to dip
no time for chasin hoes
iand'm on a mission cause my cash is low
thereand's no need to speak on those
doggy rags are the gangstaand's clothes
[defari]
thereand's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto
pops finnish choco-late, moms mississippi yellow
caramel, cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence
together we rise, no time for seperateness
my grandfather snake was a jake, or a jack
of a smack to a bird who donand't know how to act
straight hustler, mississippi moonshine smuggler
good oland' wrangler in his day with that attitude of andquot;fuck yaandquot;
[xzibit]
built to run forever, x the infinite
first line of defense to smash through the immigrants
canand't straddle the fence, itand's all or nothin
close the curtain, shut down your whole production
donand't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin
without thinkin; i mastered the art of hard drinkin
yo, you wanna stop the x, try your best
iand'm still fuckin with your pockets like the irs, so yo
[chorus]
[butch cassidy]
gather all around, to see
how we display our vicious skills
i done seen and heard, enough
letand's prove the west coast is for real
.. speak now and youand'll be brought to tears ..
