[Xzibit] Yeah.. Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price Sacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and ice I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ to change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same Clear the lane, comin through like Kobe, you can't hold me You can't stop me, ever since I dropped "Paparazzi" 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 It'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, c'mon
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy] There's no one out there, for us, to fear I'll say it loud and clear.. Who can say they're close, to us Speak now and you'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 life's so simple Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets If Trife can't cover the house, call X Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers Move somethin, make killers do somethin, f'real The bitch-made often politic with the skill Now shit'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 ain't interested Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin it Standin at the bar, soft-styled in the cut "Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much!" Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup The West and Eastside keep smokin them blunts, niggaz
[Interlude: Butch Cassidy] Let's get with it, I was born to trip Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip We ain't for games and shit Change your spot, cause we're known to dip No time for chasin hoes I'm on a mission cause my cash is low There's no need to speak on those Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes
[Defari] There'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 don't know how to act Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude of "Fuck ya"
[Xzibit] Built to run forever, X the infinite First line of defense to smash through the immigrants Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin Close the curtain, shut down your whole production Don'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 I'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 Let's prove the West coast is for real
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