Los Angeles Times

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Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A.

[Chorus: Xzibit]

Welcome to L.A.
Where you can see the whole city burning
Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving
and your kids ain't learning shit, except this
Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else
[repeat 2X except last line]
Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times

[Verse One: Xzibit]

MC's get fucked up, chopped like Braveheart
Don't start what you can't finish, serious bidness
Down La Seneca to bust a left on Venice
where you can find me and mines -- Los Angeles Times
Welcome to L.A.
Where every other day I'm taking the hat off my head
Givin respect to the dead, and avoid havin the same thing
said about me, Xzibit stand underground
like the roots of a tree, watered three times a day
Forty ounce Olde E, like a magnifying glass
making it easier to see, the Mister X to the Z
Don't peak, L.A., why test without vest-es
stop lead projectile, Apocalypse Now
Love Allah not new car, faggot, superstar
type of cat, fuck that, mash away in a
diamond-white Concourse 'Llac
Still black so the one-time react as if under attack
Ain't nothin changed but district range, feel no pain
Mr. Big Bad Insane Black John McClane with
liquor on the brain, down to earth like dirt
From the city where niggaz known for puttin in work

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Xzibit]

Welcome to L.A.
If hand determine dick size, I'm palmin the Earth
Select turf, then plant bad seed and give birth
And make the hard work look easy fuh sheezee
Leavin you and your best man, stiffer than mannequins
Enough to break the skin on a Vietnam leatherneck
Marine drill sargeant, you nothin but a target (pow!)
Charge it to the game, gotta look beyond the brand name
Comin from the guts like I slammed down twenty cups
of Hennesey straight, relate feel my hate
Xzibit flippin through these bitches like DJ trait
Translate to left field, only real niggaz follow
Bitches suck and swallow, I'm livin life behind the bottle
Never the role model, still shinin like a new automobile
Flow six-fo', you can't steal
cause I got a kill switch with a itch for the action
While other rappers use mass weapons of destruction
to sell they shit

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Xzibit]

El ve-te-rano, you can only pray to learn what I know
Ride slow across the horizon a lone desperado
Comin through the door bringin nothin but hits
Sometimes I feel like a matador, lookin at this bullshit
Niggaz pull rent from the crack of they ass
Maintain do your thang this too shall pass
I season beef with lead pieces then cook it with gas
I'm from the school of hard knocks way ahead in the class
Xzibit hard to get through, like bulletproof glass
Break it down like Johnny Cochran then mix it with hash
Your defense can't last against advanced prosecution
Hit the airwaves like pollution -- hey, here's a solution
Take a trip to Washington then burn the Constitution
Top government officials locked down for prostitution
Recruitin the hard rocks mean streets keep producin
The world is a riot shit is mine for the lootin

[Chorus]

Everyone's got to make a living [2x]

[Chorus]

Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A.

Inside Job

[Intro: Xzibit]
Mr. X to the Z (who am I?)
M-m-m-mr. X (who am I?)
X to the to-the-to-the Z
M-m-m-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z (yeah, yo)
M-m-m-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z

[Xzibit]
So it's one fifteen in the mornin I'm comin up, a hard day, serve
We gettin drunk smokin herb and the third dike you roll
Non-stop cash flow, 20,000 dollars and the rest cuttin yayo
We had the rocks, my nigga late to pick it up
get him on the phone, hurry up cause I ain't tryin to get stuck
So what the fuck is the hold up?
("Nigga sit your ass in the chair and I'll be right there")
Reminds me I gotta shake the spot
I got bitches in the hotel room ready for me to bang cob weight (*knock*)
Yo, who is that man?
("He wanna spend a couple of hundred, (yeah), but he'll be right back")
That's when I shoulda got the heater
But I was too busy in the kitchen countin money and takin shots at Tequila
Started countin out twelve when it hit me
If you was Rocksteady, you woulda came when the C-Note's rang
Before I could yell out to lock the front
Niggas rushed in the front door with the gauge, ready, duck
Bad enough I'm caught up in it, jacked, but worst than that
I'm caught in the kitchen without the strap
("Where the muh-fuckin sack homeboy?")
Yeah, woulda killed Terminators only D between us is
a stove and a refrigerator, came in and put the gauge to my chest
Took the money off the table and said ("Yo, where's the rest of it nigga?")
You gotta love it, came straight to the moneyman
20,000 cash, needed stacks, wrapped in rubber bands
Snatched the whole shit and broke out
I ran to the living room and got the heat from under the couch
Smashed out into the middle of the street started blastin
Dumpin at the getaway cars but they was mashin
I thought I heard the homies just in time for the action
Police hit the corner with they reds and white's flashin
These niggas rolled off with at least a cool fifty
Ya, I'm in handcuffs on the ground and mad cause the K-9 bit me
Shipped me off downtown for the bookin
Threw my herb sack when the cops wasn't lookin
Fingerprints, hold the tape, hear come detectors
One at the door, another one askin questions
Stupid shit like: - "Who was I shootin at?"
Was it game related and where do they kick it at?
But I didn't say shit I can tell from all the people
Involved it was an inside job
But I'm the wrong nigga to rob, I'll hunt you down
Fuck the money, I'll take you off and accept the loss
Set bail at fifteen g's, no sweat
Got cars slippin tonight, and almost got wet
Homies come to set bail see, but that's all right
Since I'm already here I'ma spend the night

[Outro: Xzibit and another having a conversation]
("Hey, hey I need to use the phone again") [*Car horns*]
("Ay, ay man") ("Since when did you start takin shoestrings and shit?") ("Man")
("Ahhhh") ("Do I look like I wanna kill?") ("Ay man, fuck that")
("Ay, look:") ("I just need to use the phone real quick man, eh, fuck it")
("Aight, ay, let me get the top bunk")
("Ay man, this, this, this blanket, this blanket smell like urine man")

All right, you're charged with Public Intoxication
(All right, listen there's a thousand people down there who are drunk)
Okay, I understand that

Let it Rain
(feat. King Tee, Tha Alkaholiks)

[Intro:]
[Judge:] "Alright, your charged with public intoxication, alright listen"
[Convict:] "There's a thousand people out who're drunk"
[Judge:] "Okay, I understand that"

[Hook: J-Ro]
We O-W in the whole zone
The Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain brother [3x]
Xzibit do your thing

[Verse 1: Xzibit]
You get permanently put on your ass, like Teddy Pendergrass
Whenever you trespass on Alkaholik territory (Yeah, Yeah)
More savage than any rapper on your roster
I regulate, extortin on ya R&B label mate
Xzibit rates the state
Cross me or cause me, fuck jiggy and flossy
I'm tryin to keep the government off me
Dodgin hard time and house arrest
Whatta you expect, findin' what ya never forget
Cause you're sellin wolf tickets that your ass can't pay
What I display, skill last found in Cassius Clay
In this prime time, hustle for mine
Used to nickel and dime
Doin felony crime, but now I bust mine
Instead of bustin' at enemies when the sun go down
Me and my niggas with a fat one
Smoke 'em all down to nothing
Crushin rappers, bare Witness like Jehovah
Swore we haven't been sober
Since 21 and over

[Hook: Xzibit]
We O-W in the whole zone
Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain brother [4x]

We O-W in the whole zone
Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain brother [2x]
Let it rain
King Tee do your thing

[Verse 2: King Tee]
When the Likwit hits my soul
I get conceptions to make the microphones explode
The drunk mode, sippin X-O from the straw
King Tee broadcaster raw
Optical intoxication, flood your video station
Scramblin any playahation
But some of these fools got tricks in they boxes
So I blocks it, pull they whole set out the socket
Tha Alkaholiks rock shit
Any which way man I got shit
The Alkaholik don, king from Babylon
With some fatal shock shit
In this district, I'm listed as the mystic majestic, I gets hectic
What you expect, shit
The Likwit comity
Believe me loc, things will get shitty
Ain't gon look pretty
Commin' from the likwidation squad
Smoke weed, drink hard, my god

[Hook: Xzibit]
We O-W in the whole zone
Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain brother [4x]

We O-W in the whole zone
Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain brother [2x]
Let it rain
J-Ro do your thing

[Verse 3: J-Ro]
Fuck that East-West mess
I'm gettin' rest last
We make the crowd say "yes, yes"
Faster than the SS
Impala, you got beef than holla
My crew sticks together like Richy and Dollar
We got the boom-boom claats, shakey like Don Knots
They bitin like a room full of pits and rots
I got that old school soul
Called take it back like repo
And I got foes on my shelf like homes T-Paul
I'm C-Bo, that's my homeboy Rico
Posted up with three French bras at the need bowl
I got dressed wit the speed of a cheetah, finished up my two liter
Hopped in my 2-seater
Sunshine, drivin' down fine
Walk a 1 on 3.9
They playin oehh so fine
Got 'em on the fifth floor
Knocked at the door
Xzibit's in the house and he brought three more

"What the fuck is goin' on in here, What's happenin',
Where we drinkin' at, These my homegirls right here,
What y'all drinkin' right now, fuck that, All we got
is Hennessy"

[Hook: Xzibit]
We O-W in the whole zone
Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain brother [2x]
Let it rain
Rico do your thing

[Verse 4: Rico a.k.a Tash]
And up next, we got the Likwitest
It's so drunk, it's ridiculous
When Tash got the mic,
I swing my shit like Jack Nicklaus
I'm spinnin' this with niggas that slept on Likwidation
Cause no matter where you go,
They know the reputation
CaTashtrofy I punk lyrics with spunk
I'm like the renegade of funk
That get that ?bumstick? krunk
So if you watch your ship sunkin
Fuck you with the drunken
Than come a little closer
Let me head you somethin
I bomb with a wig blowin up your click
Now take your pick, you can kiss my ass or suck my dick
Cause this is how we comin' in 1998
The Alkaholiks, X, and King Tee the great

"It's the Likwit Crew, King Tee, Mister X to the Z, Ah,ah,
Alkaholiks, Likwit motherfucker came to tore the house down"

[Hook: Xzibit]
We O-W in the whole zone
Likwit MC's on the microphone
Let it rain brother [4x]

We O-W in the whole zone
Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain brother [2x]
Let it rain
Let it rain

[Outro: Xzibit]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Won't stop, Can't stop
It's the L-I-K's
What, Mister X to the Z
What, Black John McClane
Huh, Defari Herut on ya too
King Tee, King Tipsy
Huh, and the whole fuckin' click
Yeah, realize you can't understand this shit right here
Everybody get live, yeah
Everybody get live, yeah
Uhuh, uhuh, yeah
Uhuh, uhuh, yeah
Uhuh, uhuh, yeah
Uhuh, uhuh
Keep it, what, keep it movin'

Let it reign nigga
And we out

Recycled Assassins
(feat. Montageone)

[Hook:]
There's no escape from the ones who harassin'
The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin'
Now I try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin'
But season after season they recycle assassins now

[Montageone:]
He's too advanced for his own good
He didn't get a second chance to see the glock pointed at his hood
Makin' his way through the rain he's caught in the game
He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain
Nothin's changed in a city flask
Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, forever
Until the job is done and no one's left
My man Jeff told me with his very last breath
To watch moms
But they got her with the car bomb
Pop tried to save her second blast got his arm
Niggas play for keeps like casino
Baby's has got fathers just got back from doin' Chino
With nothin' to lose loose screws in the attic
The only skill a nigga knows is how to strip an automatic
And stash the barrel stab a nigga something terrible
Death resume 20 kill in incredible time
No guilt and shame
On the mind stuck a nigga for lookin' didn't know he was blind
So I find
Mankind is a serious threat
To another others kind when there's something to get
In a vet gonna fast jet to the spot to see what they got
Nobody saw shit cause it's not
Cool to brake the rule of the code of the streets
Niggas frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheets
And it's deep how blood drys as a mother crys
Open eyes gettin' landed on by flys
There's no disgues for the ones who harassin'
The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' now

[Hook]

[Xzibit:]
I came from a family of one girl and three boys
Fuck playin' with toys our fun was on the block
Watchin' all the cats negotate the neighborhood stock
My job was to come runnin' whenever cops was comin'
My older brother I figure was the ring leader
Whenever these cats move they all bring heaters
All black and nickel plated (c'mon)
Soon became fasinated bitches cars and kicks
And look at how fast they made it
My younger brother gave less than a fuck he was content
With G.I. Joe and Tonka trucks
But I want butts, livin' first class delux
15 years old soldier ready to serve these clucks
My older brother was touched
It's a game where you don't play gotta have cane
Crack house for my birthday
The next day my brother shot in cold blood by the police
In a rage he lived but he payed the price
Caught with keys 25 to life
Takin' in by the crew time to standed on my own two (c'mon nigga)
But as I marinated thinkin' about the hood
I really can't remember my body doin' good
For long big decisions somebody got to make 'em
Undercover recognize the face now can't shake a
Phone tap (what) and now I'm in the belly of the beast
Use to sittin' in leather sheets now I'm sittin' awaitin' release
Visitors day, my younger brother came down
Put the toys down excited about the first round
He bust I was crushed to finally see
The solution to the problem could of started with me
It's on now

Don't Let The Money Make You
(feat. King Tee, Soopafly)

[Intro: An interview with Xzibit]
[I] I want to ask you, what is more important to you guys?
All the money that you guys are talkin' about?
Or the artform? Or, what is more important? The Lyrics?
Or the leather sized stuff?
[X] I think, what we tryin' to do is device a way that the
artform and the money is like on a equal level.
You know what I mean, that, that like he said, is a fine
line where gotta pleas the crowd or pleas the artists
that are listenin' to you. And pleas the real hip-hop
underground people that, that, that is looking for that
you know, that real shit. It's only a certain way that
that you can go up and doin' it

[Verse 1: Xzibit]
Xzibit keep it on deck
Live, vinyl, CD or cassette
Whatever you select
I keep you bouncin' like a bad cheque
See I should have a trigger tattooed on my neck
To represent the heat that I repeat
Now you can take the highs out of the beat
But never take the rucked out of the rhyme
Or tribalize, look into the eyes of the emotional
Your whole style is promotional
A dead giveaway to me is just another business day
Xzibit here to stay
My life, a tribute to the A.K,
you wanna play
A situation only one man can walk away from
The same way he came
When I spit flame, it spits flames like your middlename
So why do I say fuck the fame
Because it come and go
The industry's a pet without refused to be that gigolo
I put the dope in, got fo's and tatoos
Niggas make ya money
But let the money make you

[Hook: King T x2]
We make, make money, money
Take's money to survive
The meanin' of life with statted chips is stay alive
Cause it's all about the C-notes
Gonna be fuckin' when you're rollin' this too
Don't let the money make you

[Verse 2: Soopafly]
It's Soopafly,
comin' with that gangsta shit
That shit that only gangstas be gettin' gangsta with
The pimps, hustlers and the players know the rank I get
Never have to get no money from the bank, I get shit
I Stomp down your whole compound
Takin' all the shots
Device from the few I'm rise
Let the others drop
I elevate
Who drop when a dime never got me straight
I'm still goin' for broke
I push you to the stroke
And one man loc and say high
Smokin' to keep an open, mind
Focus on military time provokin'
The G in me, nigga
(?) when he tried to step the Soopafly
AZ you are shit
Now gettin' down with the Pound
Now who can shake it till it break ground
Many motherfuckers are greedy
There's only one thing needed like E.D.I, Amin / I mean business
When it comes to the cash, I'm movin' quick
(Xzibit: Any other nigga eat a dick)
Fuck type shit
Make ya step back
Soopafly, hit like crack
Life is a jet
Maintainin' the top figures deliver
The raw, rugged likwidation that be runnin' the river
Now, whether if a nigga step up
Be prepared to kick your rap up
Try to die in line for you cheque, huh nigga

[Hook: King T x2]

[Verse 3: Xzibit]
So when I die,
bury me upside-down
So the whole world can kiss my ass
Live fast
Sippin' from my bottomless glass of Hennessy, straight
So I catch you (?)
Xzibit comin' down like a saint
So prepare for the judgement day
Be careful what the fuck you say
Rhyme these parts
Amadeus and Mozart,
the love for the arts and crash
Paragraphs to bust niggas in half
That's what I fuck with
(?) time to get my duck sit
Miss me if you try to make a buck with
I mean a quick buck, only got bad luck
Black cash every black trash
Never relax, never get attached to anything
That's not gonna hand so life
I come back like Christ
Pacific natural ice
With Sharif makin' sure R&B, was well done
Might live by the gun,
but keep livin' through my livin' son

Outro:

[King T]
We make, make, money, money, make, money, money, money [x4]
We take money, take money, take money, money, money [x4]

[Soopafly]
Don't let this money make you

Intro (Grand Opening):

Listen you fuckers, you screwheads
Here's a man who won't take it anymore
A man who stood up against
The skunk, the kunts, the dogs, the fill, the shit
Here is some one who stood up
Here is...

At The Speed Of Life

[Verse One:]

It took a long time comin but we waited
Xzibit went from underated
To now most antcipaded
never would of thought that I would rock your set
And get love and respect without no special effects
Only the rugged ruff shit that the hard rock need
Lyrics must contain more then just clothes bitches and weed
thinkin' how you like to see the next man bleed
Tryin to glority greed
Livin life at ridiculuos speed-indeed!
The main goal to achieve, is to succeed
Have it laid out for your seed
But the world gets colder every day by day
Physically, mentally gettin drained by L.A.
Trying to find piece of mind
is like trying to find a gold mine
it just wont happen
no time for relaxin
Real soldiers of fortune
the front line of the action
So never show a nigga what you packin'
"You know what i'm sayin'?"
It's too much weight to be juggling
who do you picture when you think about struggling
Kids in the bed, no food stomach bubbilin
Niggas in the E-class heavy drug smugglin

[Chorus:]

Movin...yeah!
yes movin...
At the speed of life

[Verse Two:]

And plus I feel that no style is darker than mine
There was a time it was all about beats and rhymes
But nowadays the blind just follow the blind
and when I die!
Niggas still recite these lines
to rock the heads, waterbeds citys and towns
Bringin strength to the masses that be holdin it down
the underground! to upper echelon and beyond
Xzibit rock and roll the streets like a vagabond
Nigga wanna trip you gettin dissed like a blond bitch
mackin to Farrakhan, I run game like a marathon
It's here today then tomorrow it's gone
It's the law of the land
a straight modern day babylon!

[Chorus:]

Movin...yeah! yeah! like this
Like this...at the speed of life
Ah! Bring it live, yeah!

[Verse Three:]

Xzibit lookin at the earth thru wide angles
I found a stairway to heaven in a city of lost angels
Where small situations turn to altercation
with a heavy ass price
'cause niggas don't fight no more!
before hip hop was all about drama
anything for a dollar before Kane fucked Madona
Xzibit maintain and stayed bent like a comma
Just me and my bottle
we shall lead not follow
Emcees be full of shit
but they style be hollow
it seems you've bitin off more
than you can possibly swallow
just a day in the life of a man named X
only blunt and latex for the oppisite sex
you see niggas comin thru to smoke and pay respect
ever since fifteen, I been ready for anything
whatever they bring in any shape, form or fashion
I live to the fullest and rip rhyme with a passion
but in the mean while if worse comes to worst
bust a round or bust a verse whatever comes first
Yeah! we got it locked down tight
Xzibit bring truth to the light
shit is movin at the speed of life

[Chorus:]

Movin...
At the speed of life

Just Maintain
(feat. Hurricane Gee and J-Ro)



[Xzibit]
I look you in the grill
And I laugh inside
Niggas always perpetratin
Like they down to ride
But please don't try to tell me
What I can not see
What's the real definiton
Of A Fake MC
[J-Ro]
Muthafuckas only rappin since 93
And expect all props
[Xzibit]
Them gettin dropped like hot rocks
"So stop what you doin cause I'm
About to ruin".....
Like Shock-G get turned to stone
Tryin to rock me
I seperate my thought process
From stress, 24 tracks inside my brain
Tyrin to maintain
I bang shit without no gang or jherri curls
I seem like Kadeem
In a whole different world
It's the girls the cars niggas lose themselves
Forgettin who they are
When they try to be that superstar
They don't understand
It's all in the game plan
Exploit the art
And watch Hip-Hop fall apart
But I'm a do my part, and stay true
And keep breakin down bitch niggas like you

[HOOK]
[Hurrincane Gee]
I'm not the type
To play games or drop
Name I just maintain
And burn rappers out the frame
Doin my part to stay true
And keep breakin down
Bitch niggas like you

[Xzibit]
But above all else
I represent it for myself
Leavin muthafuckas stretched out
Or better yet X-ed out
Xzibit, Excelerate, I rush it to the extreme
Like nicotine, never get me clean
From your blood stream
We all can't bust, so do it how you must
But if you hustle, avoid gettin rushed
With hand cuffs plus
In got we trust but don't trust us, we just
Add to the ashes, then pick up the dust
Like that
[J-Ro]
I make it seem
Like you havin bad dreams
Have you wakin up out your sleep
By your own screams
Xzibit has arrived Goddamit
[Xzibit]
We bout to rock the whole planet
And bitch niggas can't stand it
Try to play the back and look intense
You need to hit a fence
You don't want none of this
Hands on experience
I'm no the type to play games
Or drop names I just
Maintain and drop rappers out the frame
[Hurricane Gee]
I bring it to the ruffest toughest
Mic killers
And you wanna be niggas
And you burn bithces, type vicious
Imitating Hurricane flow for riches
You don't know the half
I got the ill vocab double rap style
Gettin bucked
More freaky than your last good fuck
Milkin you like ba ba pieces
Meetin niggas lyrical wishes
Writin rhymes and washin out dishes
Flowin with the likwid wicked
Representin with my nigga Xzibit
And we gonna do it
And do it and do it
Til you satisfied! cause shit is tight
Bodiqua C.E.O. on the mic
Smashin and trashin
Fuck Moschino fashion
All you muthafuckas need to stop askin
Valued more than the chrome
On your last set of wheels
Hurricane here to reign on your brain
Just maintain

Eyes May Shine

Yeah yeah
Look, you could've got away but your response wasn't quick enough
Can't preserve life 'cause the best wasn't thick enough
Teflon, Napalm, Homicide scenes
These are a few of my favorite things!
But I ain't Mary so ain't a damn thing poppin
Only death disease and a whole lota palm trees
Not only for mics, Xzibit is a way of life
Until my death so I celebrate success
Best of the best wouldn't test these waters with a yacht
Sendin' sixteen shots across your parking lot
All up on your proximity drinking Hennessy
Holdin down ground like the Statute of Liberty
So nobody ever can rush my spot
And the torch stay lit so I ain't worried about shit
It ain't where your from it's al about how you represent!
Unfamiliar faces better know who your fuckin' with

[Chorus 2x]
Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit
And all of that shit
And you still won't step
So what's next?
All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin
(You Better off buckin yourself)
(You need to stop frontin)

I'm only comin' through when it's time for collection
Xzibit forever nasty, spread like infection
Ain't no protection ever made by man to withstand this punishment
In other words runnin' shit
Keep your eyes wide cause the style gets darker
I make papers and see more new cars than Bob barker
'Cause if the price ain't right then it's time to take flight
Let the piece go twice to make sure you see the light
Plus I'm dreaded not by the locks but by the cops
And flocks of females that only think with their croth
Unlimitted smoke
The bonified cut throat Columbian neck tie
Now don't you look fly
I'll leave you there to be discovered by your mother
Or maybe your brother or your boty boy lover
No matter your backround Xzibit never backs down
Be prepared for static and semi automatics in your grill

[Chorus 2x]
Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit
And all of that shit
And you still won't step
So what's next?
All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin
(You Better off buckin yourself)
(You need to stop frontin)

Everything that come around go 3.6.0.
Longtitude and latitude
It's alll in the attitude
I'm in the mood to put a twist on things
Xzibit here to rock the planet 'till the fat bitch sings
The shit is closer than you think
Don't blink it might be over in a matter of seconds
I'd like to say this off the record
But it's not
So I testify to the fact
Chronic mixed with the Yak make a hellified contact
It makes it real easy to trip
Unload the whole clip on your block then split!
Aint no answers to the test you taken
Never move fakin'
Can't be shaken'
From my solid foundation like this

[Chorus 2x]
Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit
And all of that shit
And you still won't step
So what's next?
All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin
(You Better off buckin yourself)
(You need to stop frontin)