*featuring M.O.P.
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Yeah! AOWWW, AOWWW!
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C'mon! Yeah, yeahhh (yeah) yeahhh, yeahhh
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M.O.P.! Uhh (X to the Z)
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Yeah baby, that's right, you know how we do it
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One time, X, where you at my nigga?
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FIYAHHHH!!!!
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[Xzibit]
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I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes
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Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space
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I got y'all, runnin in place, cut to the heart of the subject
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(MASH OUT NIGGAZ!) Straight from the gutter you love it
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Ain't nothin above it, we stomp y'all religiously
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Watchin paper thugs tryin to hide behind the industry
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From here to infinity, love thy enemy
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Niggaz got the knowledge but don't know the chemistry
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All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps
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with baseball bats ('TIL FAME HIT YOU WITH THE MINI-MAC)
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Full body black fatigues, lungs black from weed
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In black limo tinted SUV's with Bill
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[Billy Danze]
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STILL (still) WORLD (world) FAMOUS
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The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain we're
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heartless and painless, it's dangerous to strangers
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that try to change us, knowin we're anxious to flame 'em
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[Chorus 2X: Xzibit + M.O.P.]
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[X] Huh, you want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
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[B] We cockin them thangs
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[X] Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
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[B] We ready to bang
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[X] Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
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[B] Watch where you aim
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[F] Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga
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[Billy Danze]
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You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D.
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From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. (IT'S)
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M.O.P., and X to the Z
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is a friend of our family (YEAH MY NIGGA)
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For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players
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I rub you under your face with single-edged razors
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Cold street INTELLIGENCE, O.G.'s and REBEL MEN
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Grip quick, cock squeeze and LEVEL MEN to SETTLE IT
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(From L.A. to) B.K., from B.K. to (L.A.)
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Persistant and insistant on doin it our way
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Do you really wanna fuck with Danze? (c'mon)
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When he comin with them thugs in the van
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Double clutch in his hands, my nigga
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[Lil' Fame]
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Make the world flame! Face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster
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Y'all niggaz akin to God and gangsters
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(YOU SEE IT!) It's the M dot, to the O dot, to the P
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With X to the Z hot, what's happenin?
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[Chorus]
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[Interlude 2X: Xzibit]
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Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
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Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later
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Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it
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Look alive, these streets is complicated
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[Lil' Fame]
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AOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
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You got problems with us? Start poppin
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I get in yo' chest like anthrax, vaccine couldn't stop it
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Let's move on 'em (aoww) must move on 'em
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Rush in, gun-bustin, black seven plus tools on 'em
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Never snooze on 'em, I'm short, haven't got room for 'em
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I send you to God with no shoes
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CLUELESS! Real G's run this, we rule this
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If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, let's do this
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(YES SIR!) No question, no half-steppin
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Streets is my profession, heat in my posession
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Hollow-tips is the answer; look around you see the signs
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say "NO SMOKIN" but our guns got cancer!
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[Xzibit]
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Yeah cause I'm not (I'm not) what you thought I was
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Like my career was gon' fade like a fuckin buzz
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Raise the stakes high, I solidify
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the grip that I keep on shit, GET OFF MY DICK!
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[Chorus]
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[random ad libs to fade]
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BK To LA
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Xzibit |