[Xzibit]
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Yeah..
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Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price
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Sacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and ice
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I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ
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to change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same
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Clear the lane, comin through like Kobe, you can't hold me
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You can't stop me, ever since I dropped "Paparazzi"
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I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit
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Like every idiot that can spit be droppin a hit
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I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted
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Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic
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It's like tryin to squeeze water from rocks
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I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock
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Sick of niggaz screamin they hot, but really they not
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Beatin you all to the ground like six L.A. cops
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Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot
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and lived to tell about it, never leavin home without it, c'mon
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[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
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There's no one out there, for us, to fear
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I'll say it loud and clear..
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Who can say they're close, to us
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Speak now and you'll be brought, to tears
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[King Tee]
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They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin off on Central
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with the rag back, lookin like life's so simple
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Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets
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If Trife can't cover the house, call X
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Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers
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Move somethin, make killers do somethin, f'real
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The bitch-made often politic with the skill
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Now shit's all twisted, unlisted
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Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit
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We gifted, twenty-four hours and still lifted
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(*X*: Bitch keep your vagina) We drunk and ain't interested
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Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin it
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Standin at the bar, soft-styled in the cut
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"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much!"
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Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup
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The West and Eastside keep smokin them blunts, niggaz
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[Interlude: Butch Cassidy]
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Let's get with it, I was born to trip
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Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip
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We ain't for games and shit
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Change your spot, cause we're known to dip
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No time for chasin hoes
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I'm on a mission cause my cash is low
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There's no need to speak on those
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Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes
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[Defari]
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There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto
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Pops Finnish choco-late, moms Mississippi yellow
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Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence
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Together we rise, no time for seperateness
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My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a jack
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of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act
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Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler
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Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude of "Fuck ya"
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[Xzibit]
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Built to run forever, X the infinite
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First line of defense to smash through the immigrants
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Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin
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Close the curtain, shut down your whole production
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Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin
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without thinkin; I mastered the art of hard drinkin
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Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best
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I'm still fuckin with your pockets like the IRS, so yo
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[Chorus]
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[Butch Cassidy]
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Gather all around, to see
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how we display our vicious skills
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I done seen and heard, enough
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Let's prove the West coast is for real
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.. speak now and you'll be brought to tears ..
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Loud & Clear
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Defari |