[Intro: Xzibit]
Yo, bring it live every time, mothafuckin' X
To the Z, heh
We got Hurricane G bringin' live though
In 1996, yo
There's a lot of wack motherfuckers out there, hah
But we 'bout to bring it live every time like this
Bring it, bring it, check it
I tell 'em no, yo, yo, yo yeah-ah, yeah
[Verse 1: Xzibit & J-Ro]
I look you in your grill and I laugh inside
Niggas always perpetrating like they down to ride
But please, don't try to tell me what I cannot see
What's the real definition of a fake MC?
Muthafuckas only rapping since '93 and expect all props
Them gettin' dropped like hot rocks
"So stop what they doing 'cause I'm about to ruin," like Shock G
Get turned to stone tryna rock me
I separate my thought process from stress
24 tracks inside my brain, tryna maintain
I bang shit without no gang or Jheri curls
I seem like Kadeem in a whole Different World
The girls (Girls!), the cars (Cars!)
Niggas lose themselves (Yeah), forgettin' who they are
When they try to be that superstar
You don't understand, it's all in the game plan, exploit the art
And watch Hip-Hop fall apart
But I'ma do my part, and stay true
And keep breaking down bitch niggas like you, hah
[Chorus: Hurricane G & Xzibit]
Uh
I'm not the type to play games or drop names
Just maintain, burn niggas out the frame
(Yeah, like that! Heh)
Doin' my part to stay true (Hah! Check it)
And keep breaking down bitch niggas like you
[Verse 2: Xzibit]
And above all else, I represent it for myself
Leavin' muthafuckas stretched out
Or better yet X'ed out
Xzibit accelerate, I rush it to the extreme like nicotine
Never get me clean from your bloodstream
We all can't bust, so do it how you must
And if you hustle (Hustle!), avoid gettin rushed with handcuffs
Plus, in God we trust, but don't trust us
We just add to the ashes, then kick up the dust like that
[Verse 3: J-Ro & Xzibit]
I make it seem like you having bad dreams (Yeah, yeah)
Have you wakin' up out your sleep by your own screams
Xzibit has arrived, goddamit...
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 not the type to play games or drop names
I just maintain and burn rappers out the frame (Hurricane G!), yeah
[Verse 4: Hurricane G, Xzibit & Both]
I bring it to the roughest, toughest mic killers
Check a wannabe niggas (Nigga! Yeah, yeah)
And you burn bitches, type vicious
Imitating Hurricane flow for riches (Like that! Ha)
You don't know the half, I got the ill vocab
Doobie rap style getting bucked (Yeah, hah!)
More freaky than your last good fuck
Milkin' you like ba ba pieces (Wooo! Hah, like that!)
Meetin' niggas' lyrical wishes
Writin' rhymes and washin' out dishes (Hah!)
Flowin' with the Likwit (Yeah!), wicked
Representin' with my nigga Xzibit (That's right)
And we gon' do it, and do it, and do it
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah! Like that!)
And do it 'til you satisfied!
'Cause shit is tight
Boricua C.E.O. on the mic (Woo! Ahh)
Smashin' and trashin', fuck Moschino fashions
All you muthafuckas need to stop askin'!
(Yeah! Hah, 1996)
Valued more than the chrome on your last set of wheels!
Hurricane! (Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah!)
Here to reign on your brain, just maintain
Just–just maintain
[Outro: Xzibit]
Yeah, tssh, just maintain
Stop tryna keep it real, hah
And just maintain
Like that
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