Powder Keg

[Chorus: Xzibit] Burn this bitch to the ground Bust a gauge in the celling lay everybody down And if you move or make a sound Im gone rack it back again take yo face off with this round We don't fuck with jump street Jump ship here comes shark week, and i like dark meat Yeah you done fucked up now Time to rise up and shut shit down [Verse 1: Xzibit & Demrick] History in the making, victory for the taking Forsaking since for ever, adrenaline elevating Yeah who gone move with the masses Who gone get left in the dirt Get up off of yo asses, ridе out and put in some work They killed all arе leaders And left the bottom feeders So who gone lead us to the promise land I would pray to god but this rifle in my right hand won't allow it Bandana brigade, never leave home with out it This shit right here nigga (its a powder keg) Yeah i got a three week stand off, until its correct We not cut from the same cloth, you scared to death Cocktails made with molotov, save ya breath Get a vest with some hollow points Wake the fuck up and bang this shit Serial killer, i methodically aim never miss I rain with a fist, cock the pistol grip And blow ya brains into bits thats it (Its a powder keg) [Chorus: Xzibit] Burn this bitch to the ground Bust a gauge in the celling lay everybody down And if you move or make a sound Im gone rack it back again take yo face off with this round We don't fuck with jump street Jump ship here comes shark week, and i like dark meat Yeah you done fucked up now Time to rise up and shut shit down [Verse 2: B-Real] Later for any doubt of a take over If you let off a word the next sound POP face make over And we dumping the weapon and step in the lincoln And thinking of who is the next victim We ain't flinching or blinking, Just sort of sinking into a haze Hasting a murderous maze Never changing my murderous ways Electrical currents fill up the body When the tazer touches my target They sharted and started shaking Convulsing and breaking into a sweat Now im thinking im in a state of unconsiosness But still on my feet blinking Camera shutter eye lids, im not leaving a witness And you can be the next victim put on the hitlist (serial) Mind twisted, sidestick, mystic You've been enlisted, the next statistic killer No ballistic on the scene, we clean it up Chlorophyll got you faded like you leaning up Im on the verge of blowin up (its a powder keg) [Chorus: Xzibit] Burn this bitch to the ground Bust a gauge in the celling lay everybody down And if you move or make a sound Im gone rack it back again take yo face off with this round We don't fuck with jump street Jump ship here comes shark week, and i like dark meat Yeah you done fucked up now Time to rise up and shut shit down