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