[Xzibit:]
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I'ma clean this whole shit out like colonics
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With words put together better than Sony Electronics
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King of the jungle, humbly stay honest
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Eat with the lions, swim with piranhas
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Gasoline the seem, strike the match
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Inferno, I'm too thoro nigga so stand back
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I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme
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and make my career take an in climb
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I'm strict with knives, straight with razors
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Good with grenades and great with gauges
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Been around the world in a million stages
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Watch niggas bitch up and go through changes
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I had guns before thugs was in fashion
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I mashed out before niggas knew mashin
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I knew terror before the plane started crashin
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I got punch lines and niggas ain't laughin
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[Chorus: Xzibit]
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I'm gon be here after the smoke die down
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The sound of your style, I won't lie down
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Fight the good fight, don't need no help
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Keep your hands up, defend yo self
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Move like I move and live life long
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Can't move up if ya heart not strong
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Get'cha own shit cuz this shits mine
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Every time I spit I shine
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[Xzibit:]
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Cocksucka I preach what I practise, back shit up
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Wrap this rap shit up, still actin up
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Get found in a trunk of an Acura
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Y'all suck like jail in Dracula
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X turn up the heat, increase the hatred
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Straight stone faced don't fuck wit gay shit
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So I guess that means I can't fuck wit you now
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Two down, let off, vacate to new town
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It feel like Bishop and Juice now
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Got a flame thrower that'll burn big holes through your goose now
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Rough sound, same strong background
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Been on black, the big boys layin chips down
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My whole train of thought is
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to body any mothafuckea wit problems and not get caught
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I was blessed with life but I curse ta death
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I'ma spit ta my very last breath - Fuck y'all!
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[Chorus]
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[Xzibit:]
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Let me give this a three second look, I hit a million dollar target
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You ain't came up yet, well nigga let me show ya
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Come across dope like planes and boats
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Like balloons filled with coke down a Mexican's throat
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You ever seen a man get smoked, they shit on they self
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Their body shake for a second then it gets dissected
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For evidence of the weapon and the people involved
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Let one nigga talk, everybody gettin caught fa sho'
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I say that to say this (what?)
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If you can't handle the time then ride the bench
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Might as well touch ya tail and jump the fence
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Castrate ya self, expose the bitch
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X go head up, but fuck, never ran from it
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I got a gauge with buck shot that you can't stomach
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You ain't a killa, you a album filla
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You ain't a soldier, you a rap promoter, game over!
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[Chorus]
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Spitshine
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Xzibit |