Chamber Music

[Intro] So it all come down to this, right? Heh... Motherfuckers think they full force? Tryna hit a nigga from all angles, yeah, sorry Haha, I'm built for this shit Haha! Muh'fuckers forgot I was built for this shit, hehe! I live and breath this shit, heh, yeah If you motherfuckers tried to do this shit, haha, tried to be this shit Tried to live this shit... Bring it live to you and yours, yeah, I'll drown you, what? [Verse 1] The official representative, LAC This is prophecy manifested by X to the Z Victory, strike a b-boy stance in khaki pants Never get along, like red and black ants, advance When you staring at this concrete that move like liquid Like a nigga without legs, I ain't trying to kick it Too much to finish, a menace, without enough time My mind only can punchline (Yeah), you probably thinking of the wrong kind 'Cause if it jokes, nigga, nope! (Nope) The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose, and your throat I promote self-defense, not dollars and cents Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over the fence Assed out in the open (Yeah), while you was (What) hoping that Xzibit was second rate But I refuse to make just another record in the crate I think not, got be-bops I bring it to your house like Pink Dot [Interlude] Today we are on the streets of South Central Los Angeles, a fight for survival We have people that are in condition not to expect to live beyond age 30 They no longer care Once they no longer care they're extremely dangerous [Verse 2] Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece clean When I release steam, police crime scenes to guillotine Hit and decapitate the bird case, featherweight Critical thinking (Uh-huh), while you add water to concentrate Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box 'em in Seal off the exits, then cut off yo' oxygen Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans I only like to come out late night, like Dave Letterman Time for some medicine, 'cause niggas lie to get sick Callin' me a hater 'cause I don't ride dicks Read my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips Love the sound of clips when I load my shit Chamber music, this is for the ones with stone-face That catch you at the right time in the wrong place (Aaaahh) We unsafe, 151 with no chase and no ice Take away your life like three strikes [Interlude] Yeah, come on Chamber music [Verse 3] So now Xzibit got a little money (Yeah!), I think it's funny How motherfuckers think I'm supposed to share like Sonny Clarify – you don't work, you don't eat; I repeat You don't eat, you get weak, catch a fragile physique Accomplish more in one day than you can do in a week The X-Man, Wolverine, one swing to make the cut clean End of all things, manifested in flesh Fuck the game, I take the test, graduate, pass to the S-Class Catch a road rash, all you smell is hash Chronic mix, bumping Tha Liks, addicting like a heron fix Bear-arm from here to a hundred-twenty meters Get blackballed, modern day Lee Harvey Oswald (Yeah, yeah) The assassin, brother who came blastin' Take it without askin', rappers is all fashion Xzibit keep mashing through Got any last words? I got two Try "fuck" and "you", like that [Outro] Get on the ground, get on the ground! Now! Hands on the back of the head Once again, yeah, chamber music Don't move Yeah, yeah It's Xzibit, yeah, what, what, yeah, what Come on, yeah, come on, come on (Yeah) It's Xzibit Set it on the ground and don't move! Sir Jinx, yeah Don't move, police! Heh, what, huh, yeah Get on the ground, get on the ground! Hands on the back of the head Don't move Yeah, bring it live Don't move, don't move And we out