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