[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
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