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Intro: repeat 4x

"yo man, i don't think they heard you
Won't ya tell em what your name is?" -> dr. dre
"daz, kurupt.."

[xzibit]
Aight everybody get on the ground right now
Yeah, this is not your money this is insured by the federal government
So this is not your money, don't move
Don't be a hero, and you won't get blown the fuck up right now
Yeah, aight y'all we got three minutes
Startin now let's keep it rollin

[dogg pound]
Hit the bank from the back
Double the trouble, forcin my entry
The first nigga that i saw, shot him in the jaw
Xzibit started stompin him and so did we (get down bitch)
Aww shit, about time we started dumpin on security
High society -- takin what's mine
Snatchin each purse after purse -- for every nickel and dime
Premeditated created by the scorn and the hate
But i made ma, the big time, lights and the shine
It's a full scale war -- everybody bear arms
Wear body armor, national arms
Dip away to get away -- sirens alarms screamin
Yellin out, "hell demons of war"
Hell hounds that surround the wells fargo browns
No tomorrow, hollow, harness rounds

Take a sip of your perrier
To pay, i'ma dump like a dumptruck, scramble to make my escape
Dat nigga daz, shootin so nothin else come in
I'm shootin in the opposite direction, we closed in
Shells spread nigga -- because we can do the work
First things first -- like snoop, i'ma shoot the clerk
And i did -- now it's time to split -- get nigga get
(let's go) dumpin and shoot the hostages
Soopafly outside in the ride
Bout to start shootin everything that he see outside

[xzibit]
Loose cannons, face covered with bandanas
Chrome pieces - motherfuck the police
It's everybody killers on mine
If i ever get caught for crime, won't be doin federal time
Loose cannons, face covered with bandanas
Chrome pieces - motherfuck the police
It's everybody killers on mine
If i ever get caught for crime, won't be doin federal time

[ras kass]

(yea, yea yeah)
What, you don't want it, niggas liver than teen summit
The wild pitch, america's most drunk and blunted
Stick to fishes, black widows kick this vicious
Hot shit bitch, wild pitch

[jah skillz]

I'm the, funkalistic, rapper choke an instant
Got mixed wit, malibu rums and mistic
I'm a whole lot on it, yea just a smidget
Just cuz i live by the beach like ?gidget?
You must think i'm small time like that biz midget
Add three piece smart mouth like bitches
And you got me, jah killa jet ski ills
Take me to the edge like poppin pills
Straight up, no chase, hold up unless i'm bein followed
Never swallow anything unless it's from a bottle
And that's the whole truth, and nothin but the truth so help me god
By the powers invested upon my 5 footaz squad
You ain't ready, oh cuz you dress like psychadelli
You the gmc like chevy, i put a levy on yo cash flow
Just a little something to let yo ass know
Who to give 2 kind to when you pass go

Chorus [xzibit]

You dealin wit alumni criteria
The one's that throwin wild pitches in ya area
Strikin you out, sending you back to the dugout
We goin up to your microphones pullin the plug out
Superior, alumni criteria, we the mcs that you make you feel inferior
Throwin wild pitches, fuckin your riches and your bitches
Rasassination, jah skillz, and xzibit

[ras kass]

I ejaculate on blind justice wit the jury's se quested
And escape, run in a nigga's face like hannibal lector
The aqua-mati, my pen is penitentiary
Potenially plain paid for protocall pacific pro perfect cap pealer
Performing skull circumsitions, when i position the prism
Permiscuis wit other people's pussy ?pawn? wit the playa like big pun
Poisonous poet, i master "p" like uhhhhhhh!!!
Skillz ?cotted? enabled
Herb you just and ingrown hair in the world of tweezers
We can dance before i crack mc's like gator in jungle fever
Got them speakin in number like soundscan
Severed the ears off your soundman, black israelite
Like four-hundred and forty-four thousand
Niggas talk like dog, we'll walk like cat
I'm ozzy osbourne bitin the head off of rats
When they started bustin, fuck the russian
We playin west indian roulette, ?some of mine? blind get wet
>from new jack to vet i can modem
Comes off like three adam's apples in the inner scrotum
My rhyme ?, clearin my sinus, bitch slime on your iceberg
And let the virus cross appliance

Chorus

[xzibit]

Give birth to earth to planet, we harder than granite
And concrete, man made could never compete, complete down to the core
Weighing in tons, hotter than lava, god, javi, jahovah, allah heavenly father
Nuns to bank robbers, wealth beyond the dollar
Here to school the scholar, make new born babies
No live for no bitch or lady, they try to play me
We flowin like the mississsippi to the river euphrates
One-hundred and eighty times two, one complete rotation
Fit any situation for a small donation, live on location
Third planet from the sun
Travel 24 hours you spend a lifetime to run
Witness the slave shot he bolted to a gat and a gun
>from hitler, musolini, to attila the hun
Imagine existence wit no fear, tears never shed here
One day for me could last a thousand years
The first element baby, one two....

Chorus

-rza intro from "airwaves"-

[king tech]
One two, one two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the wooorrrlld famous wake up show

[rza]
Bobby steels, staple' tails, mc's get your lips stapled
Project killa hill is stamped on the map like the compass
Sacred sword play tongue twist piercin holes in you
You can't escape seventy-thousand kilowatts blast through yo' box
Walk wit alarm clocks, cars drivin slow down the block
One stopped, parks, pops his trunk
Snare pops loud as glock shots
Bass like an m-80 in ya face, cops stop, give us citation
We pause for radio station identification
Wake up wake up wake up! (tech is on)

[tech n9ne]
When i woke up, i grabbed the mic and never choked up
Busted a verse and all the g's in cali loc'ed up when i was summoned
Styles were mixed like the drummonds
Killer clown is comin lookin around your town is crumblin
This big tech from the midwest, leavin mc's litless
On the wake up show, make up no, stories about my shake-up flow
Put me off in a cypher? potna, you can't *fuck* wit the snyper
Your flow's premature, clean your dirty diaper
Mic heister, psycho alpha-schizo
Hypno, chryo gat flow, guru and ain't nobody tighter
Sway & tech heard me flow and it's sealed
Now i got swedish women yellin "tech n9ne svelte!"

[eminem]
This place is my house, i might as well erase my face wit white out
Cuz y'all can't see me like mase's eyebrows (where you at?)
Climbed out of a nice house
Through the front window and heard this guy shout
"hey that's my couch! (bitch!)"
Pull a nine out during a rhyme bout
While i'm rippin this shit, put a clip in it spit five rounds
And murder you hoes worse than a convertible flippin verticle
Nose-first wit the top off landin up-side down
You're tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape
I'd rather just hump a slut's leg wit my nuts shaved
And sway & tech, two disk jockeys
Breakin so many friggin needles i wonder if they inject

[xzibit]
Lo and behold, better than platinum and gold
Yes god bless success, never forsake your soul
Xzibit take control, lock loaded and ready to roll
Play the upper hand, a man that's never gon' fold
Cuz your tape sucks, find a new hobby that you can take up
Or listen to my niggas tech & sway so you can wake up
The x-man, catch me doin drills in the danger room
Big game huntin from high noon till the full moon

[pharoahe monch]
Wit synonyms, i get an adrenaline rush
From minimum thrusts, bust multiple assaults in small interims
As horrid as boris korloff was
When i cut ya neck, leave a little piece of skin so the head won't fall off
Hauled-off, sawed off shotgun blast
He asked, why did he have to die like cast metal?
O, huh, c now like omar credle
We pone pedal at a high resolution
On the wake up show wit sway, tech and dj revolution

*dj revolution scratches*

[kool g rap]
I sway the tec wit the tech and sway
Step away, wet and spray, rep the day
Who over debt to pay get swept away
Across the whole board like checker play
When i blaze your whole sect' arrays
Wake up show for those who slept away
Niggas that met the trey, hit the deck and pray
Dj revolution, spinnin like lead from out the head decay
Tearin your neck away, flood up the street wit blood redecorate
Until the head of jake investigate

[jayo felony]
What, sway can give it to but whatcha gon' do wit it
Tech can give it to you but whatcha gon' do?
Rev can give it to you but whatcha gon' do wit it
I can give it to you, wha wha wha what what!

[chino xl]
Yo yo, chino make the world go 'round
Fuckin up entire record companies like harrell did to motown
Vominous talk, poison pen, hominous walk
Which flow will i destroy you wit this time, the most commonest thought
The drama that's brought, caught us in the midst of a sibling rivalry
For instance, there is nothing born in existence that can survive wit me
Clone me like sheep, i clean house like tony randall
My style foul/file, for sexual harrassment like tisha campbell
You wack like will smith, your rhyme style is pansy
I fuckin murder your young style like jon benet ramsey
Now who the master to beg, your demo get passed on the reg'
You shouldn't have been signed if you had a white cast on your leg
I'm wake up show reppin, wit sway & tech
My tec's like tekken, the industry weapon
I'm chino x, bring krs in

[krs-one]
De de de da de de de da di day hey! krs-one comin wit the tech & sway
Yo, i rock up on the littlest set and up on the biggest set
As ill as it gets i still manage to wiggle your neck wit sweat
Never forget, the bigger the budget the bigger the debt
You gotta be, willin to rock in the middle of dry and in the middle of wet
But i'm willin to bet, on a sway and a tech
They stay in effect, never been a pain in the neck, they gainin respect
Nevertheless i wreck you, now you know what sway and tech do
I'll be back but for now just sackle!!!
Ha ha ha, fresh for 1999 you suckas!!!

[all]
Last call for alcohol
The club is almost closed
(that's right)
So i need your name and your number
(yo, yo)
Before the night is through

[tash]
Y'all wanna talk about drinking?
I took a drink, took a swallow
Left the champagne bottle hollow
Passed my keys to lil' talo
Can't crash the el dorado
You know how it go
When you sipping on mo'
You be tore up from the floor up
And you don't even know

[xzibit]
I had the bartender set up three shots
I knocked 'em back
Nitrate over the track
The whole crowd reacted
From right here through the ??
Baby relax you're rolling with me
It's mister a through x to the z

[sfp]
Going out with my friends
To celebrate the weekend
I hope the club is jumping
So i can find a little something
Wanna get my drink on
Wanna get my freak on
I'm gonna try to come on
Before the night is over

1 ?[all]
Last call for alcohol
The club is almost closed
So i need your name and your number
Before the night is through
Last call for alcohol
The club is almost closed
So i need your name and your number
Before the night is through

[sfp]
Checkin' for the sisters
Flossin' the prada
Dolce gabana baby can i holla?
You know i'm peepin' at'cha
Hoping i can catch ya
I wanna get at'cha
Can we dance before the night is over?
Come on, oh

Repeat 1

[sfp]
This round is on me
Champagne and hennesy
I got chips just get what'chu like
Next round is on you
Tequila shots and brew
I'm getting faded yo
Cause i didn't drive

[tash](xzibit)
It's last call y'all so all y'all
It's time to pull your money out
Come through, post up
Peepin' all the honeys out
Smoke fest, guinness out
Got your homies passing out
(party down baby)
You know what x and ca-tash about

[xzibit]
Yo i stay with it
While you perpetrate and try to play with it
Something people with the all chrome
Custom fitted whatever you want
From the car straight to the bar
We're the la guns holding hennesy for everyone

Repeat 1 till end

{xzibit}
Mi casa es su casa
Mi raza es su raza

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Kid frost

This is big business, understand me?
Yeah, you can't take no for a answer

Welcome to the world of big business, lives get broken and made
You're walkin barefoot in a room full of razorblades
We're playin catch with a hand grenade
Cause what you faggot niggas caught
Spread you all over the asphalt
Walk the walk, talk to nobody
Spark the chrome shotie
Whenever they run up on your home, gotti
Gangsta, gangsta, read all about it
Xzibit get your whole shit crowded
And packed to capacity
You actually had the audacity
To want some problems with the x man
Lift you off your feet with the back of my left hand
Learn one of life's hard lessons
You can't negotiate with a weapon
When it's fully loaded and cocked
Hollow points shot
Next to the firing pin, with the hammer ready to drop
I took you off, so accept the loss
Crack open some olde english that's covered with frost
And it's like that

[ chorus ]
Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
For this is the season for stackin the papers

Chasin my chips till my last days
Hit a million dollar lick and split it three ways

{frost}
I'm in pursuit of them hundred dollar big faces
Wrapped in rubber bands in em bulletproof briefcases
Please understand automatically
One squeeze of the trigger cause tragedy
Casually fucked around and got your whole family mad at me
My strategy: subtract enemies mathematically
Frost will kick your head off slow, you ain't as bad as me
50/50 - half gangster, half hustler
One side's about my business, and the other side's a muthafucka
So when i creep, i crawl, i'm like swiss-made
Fuck are you, bitch-made, i slice you with my switchblade
Razor, got the h-k with the laser
Slid the enterpriser, rent a 99 black blazer
I shot straight at merino
Thousand dollar suite, layin low at the peppermint casino
I been a player before i had riches
And now i'm eatin steak and crab and fuckin bad bitches

[ chorus ]

{jayo felony}
I don't give a fuck about not one of y'all
Disrespect this here, nigga, it's real clear i'm gunnin y'all
When night falls, nah fuck, night flies a kite
I take flight like delta, nigga, helter skelter
Who the fuck could you call to help ya
Nigga, good health couldn't help ya
Put the 's' in spit, bust your tightest shit, never felt ya
Could you picture yourself in the same room when i let these off
Two rivals, suicidal, take the strap and squeeze off
But before you do it, i take the heater and shoot both your knees off
Let him suffer, can't get enough of, i'm rougher
Go get my ammunitions and paper, nigga, cause it's a habit
Let off on ya in a 600, or let's call em rabbit
Is it tragic how the automatic made you breathe like a asthmatic
Static, what's that? that shit that get up in my fabric
I'm into bitches and beamers and my chips
And i'm keepin four eyes on em schemers when i dip, bitch

[ chorus ]

"not havin it"
"my lightning my thunder"
It does not end
"not havin it" "my lightning my thunder"
"not hav--"

Xzibit (lightning) defari (come on) "not havin it"
"my lightning my thunder" "not havin it" "my lightning my thunder"

[defari]
Look what the wind blew in, a wild west storm
In the form of thunder and lightning
Xzibit be the thunder, defari be the lightning
Crack a shark's teeth when he be bitin
These fakers can't stand it to sell they bandit
Wit silver-tipped lyrics i shoot across the holy planet
Your favorite's janet, i'm bangin hits that's hard like granite
Surprising these critics cuz that's the way i planned it
Your brain i scanned it, and analyzed your weakness
You're not creative, niggas like you we call leeches (say what)
(that brother teaches, yep) don't make no big deal of it
I just knows i don't half-step
The after high noon moonshine saloon
That's where you find a table reserved for x and herut
>from alaska to the mellanys
Don't give a fuck where you look, they feelin likwit emcees

Chorus [tash]
"not havin it"
Xzibit's da thunder, defari's da lightning (4x)

[xzibit]
Y'all niggas speakin out of anger and ignorance
But xzibit got the diligence
Defari sparkin joints in the ligiments
Kill-afornia b-boys who search and destroy missions
Bring the heat to raise the temperature in hell's kitchen
Don't get too relaxed and find yourself missin, listen
Shot caller from a whole new position, relieve the tension
Break bread wit my brothers
All the bitches we fuck be hangin out wit one another
And associate my good times wit hennesy straight
Can you relate, or is your heart filled wit hate?
We makin history, get your cameras and roll the tape
Document the moves y'all niggas refuse to make
How many fools do it take for me to shut down
To realize likwit niggas ain't fuckin around
Feel the shakin underground sound will never provoke
We automatically swing hard and aim for the throat, mothafuckers

Chorus 4x

[defari]
The ice age couldn't stop me from writin a page
Of lyrical rage to be taken out on stage
Then my frustrations slice emcess wit vocal blades
No dough, no show, no doubt gots to get paid
You listen to the horses *horse sounds*
It make these wack emcees wanna quit and go take college courses
And get a higher sense of learning
Clappin off ?vermin?, bust his spine and be the iodine that's burnin

[xzibit]
Put your gun down boy, you get beat like your father did
Debo style, snap your limbs like a crocodile
Nasty, wicked, and wild and ready for the confrontation
You tryin to deliver but runnin into complications
Of course, the work horse, the main source
Either come in quietly or be taken by force
40 dayz & 40 nightz brought the thunder & lightning
Let's both burn sudden and have a clash of the titans

Chorus 4x

Verse one: xzibit

(see look look)
I grab the mic and start breakin down niggas
Wit out no problem
Broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/
Kick some rhymes if you got/but if it's wack
I draw back the cap for the peelin
Should of stuck to rock dealin
Cuz it's the blood stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin high like the ceilin
See there aint enough room for the both of us
See it's a showdown/throw down
Your best style i'll bust
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect
I'll snatch you by your neck
And do a suplex and step
So nigga you can check my credentials
Just hard rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit smash you wit a dental
And a loaded pistol
No longer lookin in the window
I'll bust a field wit indo
Killin quarts of beer
Sadie's outta here...

Verse two: mc breeze

Like a fuze/start spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin niggas the blues
I paid my dues/and now it's time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the kaboom/cuz i'm about to explode
And drop bombs like a b1/cops i seize none
And niggas step up/i soak emcseason
3 seconds to detinate/you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate/you fuckin featherweight
I aint the type to pic up the mic
And catch the stage fright
I'll pull a gauge if i aint paid right
To the promoters on tour
Short me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho pathic like manson
Aint wit the dancin
But still i get more cheers than ted danson
More dough than marino or roles than pacino
You beatin me? that's only in your dreams ho
I'm not sayin i'm unbeatable/i'm sayin i'm untouchable
Livin comfortable just like a huxtable
Plus i'm rollin wit the cross roads
Movin fast foward/while you other suckas
Stuck in a pause mode
I goes deep like a great white
But i'm a stay black
No matter how high the pay stacks
Or if my rep gets bigger
You might get take this nigga out the ghetto
But not the ghetto out this nigga.....

Verse three: j-ro, tash

For the balls basketballs
Microphones gassin grass(hey)
Some of the few things j-ro likes to pass
93 mandingo/94 i'm the pharoah
Cuz i'm b-bbad to the bone marrow
I get wild
Wit more styles than the martial arts
I need weed
I roll more grass than golf carts
April 92 you no the ro was a looter
Now i'm writin raps on my lab-top computer
J-ro the tittie fiend/rap dean/wearin green
Been on the scene/since the age of 13
I learned i had to earn the mic
Now's my turn
I got furious styles like larry fishburne...

Wit da bitches tunin me in
Like it's the young and the restless
Next up to bust my shit
From the l-i-k-s's
Yes it's the freshest
Wit lyrics rough around the edges
I'll smoke you on the mic
Like a pack of benson hedges
But..hold up wait
I'll bust rhymes that'll circulate
That'll wake yo punk ass up like mc eiht
Cuz i be rockin rhymes
Since the roof was on fire
So point me to the bitch who's the dopest butterflyer
I'll make her break it down like she patra when i catch ya
Broadway is on the tables
While i throw these lyrica atcha
So....slow down before ya fuck wit my sound
You betta do the hokey pokey
And turn ya self around...

[xzibit]
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, we keep it bouncin like this
Yeah, huh, we keep it movin like
Listen, listen, look..

The most wanted man in america, i +soul assassinate+ your character
Quickly embarass ya as easy as fuck!
Pressin my buttons nigga is just like pressin your luck
China-white, a hundred percent, pure uncut
Detonate, little kuwait, i'm blowin shit up
Go ahead, make your mistake, and throw that punch
I'ma pull this forty-four mag and make you strip
Then walk down the street naked, some gangsta shit
Make it complete, i yell dance, shoot at your feet (dance nigga!)
Niggaz be weak, i found out you talk in your sleep
Since you a bitch, you came back, went in for more cash
Baseball both of your legs, i'll trip on your ass

[chorus: xzibit]
You never stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know
It ain't the dollars it's the principle of it so love it or leave it
Forever hardcore, so you better believe it
In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back
Move units the same way i used to move crack
You never stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know

[xzibit]
Yeah, yeah, most of the time i'm totin a nine
In my waistline or behind this close to my spine
I write these, negative fines, and heat for lines
Last seen in a black trenchcoat, at columbine
Peep the design, make your remains hard to find
I ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line
Most niggaz got guns but still don't know how to aim right
I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin daylight

[chorus]

[king tee]
We sit upon a plateau, with guns and cash flow
Sadaam and castro, terror to the last blow
I mash dough and half these cats you ass slow
It's relative, and all positively negative
It's like, cuz flashin his gat, thinkin he cute
While i'm paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot
+assassinate+ the +soul+ and bring life
A fascinatin flow by king trife, listen
I'm in a fucked up position, my baby momma keep bitchin
Niggaz is dry snitchin, and switchin
Not to mention, my cousin cookin crack in my kitchen
So why the fuck you think my braincells keep flippin?
Plus most niggaz round these parts got weak hearts
Call theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark
You mark, cross me and pay that tax
Punch you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker!

[chorus 2x]

Hey!

[vocoder box]
Never understood, how we did it
How we made this music groove your very soul

[erick onasis]
Yo i lamp out in the rented e-7 v-12 screamer
The new benz, seen her?
290 thou', wow
Somethin your rap budget does not allow
Why you laughin, i don't see nuttin funny
Pull back two mac-10's now it's a big mac-20
That is the basics
Quik and i we run the matrix
Hold your mouth don't say shit
Walk through any borough
That stretch from here past the tri-borough
Better respect us dog we thorough
Don't get confused
We smashin crews, it's my rules
Step incorrect and get abused
I bring the ruck to any cats bringin drama
Make 'em feel it, like tupac's "dear mama"
It can be pitch black and i'll spot ya
Boom! kick in your door like big poppa

[vocoder box]

Never
Xzibit
Dj motherfuckin quik
Erick sermon

[dj quik]
Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga xzibit
And quik get down with the e double?
You get we trouble
E, make the beat bubble
Make the bass all on you shake they break out
To the ground and dig em out of e rubble
Partyin, happy that you shook the whole crib
And if you got a pound e dub i got dibs
Cause this is how we do it here
It's ironic that you done stepped into a room
Of purple hydroponic, fat booty bitches sparklin
Tryin to take you to a star
Tryin to get you to recognize they know who you are
Can't you see the red carpet, they lay it out
And if you got a fantasy erick they play it out
We big figure rap niggas; from the gate
We been waited on and hated on since eighty-eight
Now cross my dogs or cross my path and i'ma wet ya
Way down from the compton town, and i betcha that

[vocoder box]

[xzibit]
Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman
Yeah, the bar is now open
C'mon, yeah, it's on me
C'mon, yeah
Presented to you, avirex to the z
Yeah, listen

I'm the spin doctor, phantom of the opera
If this was '89 i would break you off proper
Cockblocker, dump a few g's in my lolo
Not dough hoe, my nigga big kam and solo
Dolo, most niggas react like a homo
And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud
Wanna act wild and act like your criminal file
Is stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child
?? steal our tickets
Extra points like a field goal kicker
Like a fucked up d.a. wit a charge that ain't stickin
I'm walkin away, a free man
Cuz y'all niggas softer than sand
Cuz we fuckin a fan and locin out wit your pan
I fucked your mother, so now i'm the motherfuckin man!
Break fool on the track like it's supposed to be
And break bread with the real niggas close to me
Epmd

[vocoder box]

C'mon, yeah, dj quik in the motherfuckin house
Yeah, this dick in your mouth
Ha, c'mon, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon
Yeah, you think it ain't?
The west coast broadcastin live in 1999
All the way bouncin through millenium
Ha, c'mon, yeah
Yo, millenium shit, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium shit
Yeah, c'mon yo, millenium shit
Yeah, yo, dj motherfuckin quik
Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo
Yeah, green eyed bandit
Yeah, bitch niggas can't stand it
C'mon, yeah, keep 'em bouncin
Yeah, r.i.p. roger troutman
Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha, yeah
Yo.. yeah, what, yeah, yeah
Hah, yeah
Yeah it's the real niggas
Yeah, bounce wit me, c'mon
Yeah.. hahahaha nigga!

[vocoder box]
Never understood how we did it
How we made this very music groove your soul

[convict 2/sadat x]
Oh my goodness! look what they sendin through nowadays
Ah, it's a light-weight
And he got a smirk on his face like it's all of that
Yeah, well we gone see what it is

[convict 1/xzibit]
What you in for, everything under the sun
Recently, got me first degree wit a hot gun
That's my third strike, so xzibit can't go home
Fight to see daylight like sylvester stallone
Don't ask too many questions nigga, keep that on the d-low
My family might mistake you for an undercover c-o
Last one that tried didn't make it past bookin
Five times in the neck when everybody was lookin

[convict 2/sadat x]
You see the judge, but he don't budge
That's you're third felony, i believe strike three
Remanded and stranded, to the cold steel granite
Lost to the world, your moms and your girl
Keep your weight up, or your ass get ate up
Cats is stickin, straight up
Wit the shank, get more time in the tank
Ask hank, he bout to bank, killed a cop wit high rank
They gave him life and now another cat is fuckin his wife

[convict 1/xzibit]
Just because i'm locked down don't mean the hustlin stop
Her-oine and beer joints twenty dollars a pop
You a new recruit, so today i'm lettin you slide
But tomorrow you'll be confronted wit the two's in the side
If you a smart mothafucker, you'll be fallin wit mine
Behind bars, no bitches and cars, we only got time
We're i'm from, time is money and got neither to waste
Once in a while catch a cannanite in the wrong place
Beat him down, break the strongest hand, piss in his face
Strike fear, play the rear, 'fore he catchin a case
Low-class, got a dozen free visitors pass
Plus the female c-order wanna give me some ass

Chorus [sadat x] 2x
This is your new home boss, where you survive at all costs
And if you don't, well it's only your loss
You're only here cuz you tried to force and be the boss, ha
Handle your time like a man yo

[convict 1/xzibit]
So it's my twenty-third birthday, drinkin brew-no
You know no matter what it take, we gotta celebrate
Fuck stayin straight, hair braided by this muslim cat
Regulate the whole yard, now we got the straps
Niggas say "who the fuck is that?"
The x-man, rowdy, gettin treated like the feds in the county
Correctional facilities, basically you don't wanna fuck wit these
Murders and felonies keep you company ("yeah!")

[convict 3/kid creole]
And yes y'all, come on in ("yeah")
All you brand new heffer, sissy, soft booty-ass shook niggas ("yeah")
Yeah bitch, welcom to central booking ("yeah")
A sleep-over for pimps, private hustlers ("yeah"), drug slingers, and gun
Clappers
Even bitch-ass, shook-ass niggas ("yeah") like y'all
Get on your ?("yeah"), get out the blood on your ?married character?
Kitten-ass faces ("yeah"), niggas about to beat you all down to the last stop
*echoes*

[convict 2/sadat x]
I'm all good, as i telephone my hood
At first i was shook, tried to play by the book
But you can't bid your time by stayin in the cell
I'm gettin high everyday like i was still on the corner
Where i'm in fat pink caps, new york to california
Makin deals for mills, holdin cigarette lottos
Givin cats pills, and tell em "yo try those!"
Niggas try to scheme but my team is tight
We as shady as the night and bring fright to sight
Hey you be aight, but don't act like a sucka
Ain't you ain't got to be the wildest mothafucker
Use control, put a cat in whole if he's broke
And let em know, i just wanna serve my time and go
And flow, lay low, try to grab some dough
Aiyyo i ain't tryin to jail, somebody post my bail

Chorus

[convict 2/sadat x] (convict 3/kid creole)
Yo man shhh, i need some new kicks man
(oh what? oh shut the fuck up!)
Somebody got some at least some money man (nigga what!)
Or something man, i ain't get no letters man
(you gone be my bitch tonight, what)
Niggas forgettin about me man
(i'll poke y'all, don't come on the island)
Namsayin, supposed to be my crew
(don't be on the island when i get there)
Can't even make collect phone calls
(mothafucker, what ah um!)
Tryin to jam my collect calls now
(you will be mines tonight mothafucker!)
Nobody ain't home, nobody wanna write me (mine you hear me!)
I ain't got nuttin to read, yaknamsayin
(you'll be mine tonight mothafucker!)
Ain't nobody put no money on my book
(don't fall asleep tonight bitch!)
It's like i'm starvin in here
This ain't no fun

"the first up on the mic, is my homeboy xzibit *echoes*"

Verse one: xzibit

If it wasn't for the west
These rap niggaz wouldn't need a vest around they chest
Keeping bustin about, where you at? and what you owe, and what you drive?
So the day some niggaz come for you i'm really not surprised
Mr. black bruce willis
Please don't kill us
I show mercy like kevorkian
Like a scorpion
I sting you from behind and put it in you
Meet me at the venue, put you on the spot to put you on the menu
Its the mc, i be the one that keeps the bitches hot
Xzibit living life, like a ball inside a ?riders slot?
Dripping everything cause you ain't even got a dime to drop
Go ahead and call the cops; you ain't did nothing
Jerry spring you out the studio, me and suge knight into the parking lot
Niggaz ain't ready for all the shit i've got
Look at yourself crushing xzibit with your tough talk
That's like christopher reeves doing a crip walk

Chorus:

Cali kings is fresh out the box
Yeah, straight up, night on the rocks
*repeat*

Verse two: likwit

Knock your songs
Is defendin minor foes
Every squeeze i let a minute
?to freeze and stay cold?
I prepare to blast hoes
Cause they say these flows is lethal
I'm peepin through my peephole
They sneekin up on me though
Rico got a pistol, nasa got a missile
Likwit got too drunk so now the party is official
I bounce until the end and still set it with bad credit
Got a wack-ass record deal but i signed before i read it
But don't regret it, everything is so pathetic
When the water's gettin deep you can drown or you can tread it
I battle with finesse, like my niggaz giving quest
In these ??? we got props, we taking less
So, don't touch that stereo
Or your people will becoming to your burry, yo
The ever sorry yo can blast, i'm here to blow it through the roof
I snatch the money and the hoes and disappear like boo! *echoes*
Chorus 2x

Verse three: baka boy

Yo its the ?? with baka boys, rings and cali kings
I've never been the one for police but like sing
Every breath you take and every move i make
Shot heard around the world from the golden state
I'm off the ringer with mine, your jerry springer with yours
Your gettin missed like a bitch and i can keep out your jaw
You hold your mop and run shop
Before i known to blow spots
Baka boys ain't no choice so blastin on your block
I hold it down in the crowd for cali kings
And john p. and no p, no sing-sing
Laser tape, my name shall be ?regularly great?
I buy no plate, green trees roll, into lock and gate
B-a-k-a-b-o-y
Who would believe baka boys with the four eyes?
And like primo and guru you know my steez
Big shot to the city in the valley, cali kings
Likwit crew coming through i pay due
Cali kings, cali kings

Chorus 2x

[g child] (xzibit)
That's some good dope
Ain't nuttin' like some good dope
Yeah, umm hmm
That's some good shit, man
Woooo, spaceketeers
Hey, this is the g-child
We back big baby
Ooo, ahh (ahahh, ahahh)
I think i need a fix
I think i need a fix, man, uh

[warren g]
Warren g, g'd up (uh)
Fuck that blaze the weed up
Got a problem? best to ease up
Ain't no fightin', i raise the heat up
Gotcha bitch knees up
And by the end of the night, it's beat up
You say you eat dicks, then bitch, well, eat it up
But bring a few friends that's x-tacy'd up, what

[snoop dogg]
Now all i see is we, lbc, 213
G's 'n fleezin', the reason, the season
The click's off the heezy, mr. warren g-eezy
Gots to make it easy for snoop d-eezy
To come back and drop raps and make snaps so easy
The most haunted, and most wanted
With a pocket full of hundreds
You know how we run it

1- [nate dogg]
You can catch the bus if you runnin' (if you runnin')
But, oh, no, the game don't wait
No, the game don't wait
All my homies that next to me hustlin' (hustlin')
‘cause they (the game)
Know the game don't wait
No, the game don't wait (game don't wait)

[xzibit]
It ain't nothin' like a one night stand, a night tan
And a big chest got me feelin' like a brand new man
Roll some doe and nigga gimme somethin' to smoke
Say she didn't love the status, she just love the stroke
Restless, beat the pussy ‘til she fallin' asleep
Athletes trippin' off a couple a thousand a week
Just to do the same thang
I didn't even know this bitch's name
She was in my car givin' me brain

[warren g]
X to the z pass the m-i-c
Anticipation 213 (ah)
We contimplate (ah ha)
And regulate (what)
Now we got the game tight
It's money ta make (money, money)
The game won't wait but you can wait for the game
Worldwide tour, with skirts screamin' our name

[g-child] (nate dogg)
Ya know i can kinda dig that
Because the game don't wait on anybody
Ya know, i need a fix (game don't wait)

[nate dogg]
Shit don't stop because the game don't wait
I got no time for no damn lunch break
I got to go out and buy some brand new clothes
And change my socks ‘fore they reveal my toes
Shit don't stop because the game don't wait
The hookers flock because the dick is straight
Let me teach you what i already know
The shit don't stop, so it's time i go (game don't wait)

[snoop dogg]
Youngsta never bite the hand thats feeds you
Proceed to give back to your folks and loccs that need you
We do, we always keep it on the true
213, that's the name of the crew
It's true, that the dirt i did as a kid got me _caught up_
But i was brought up with the m-o if a d-o
So for your info, nigga
I been doin' this before i hit the radizzo
Snoop d-eezy is off the heezey
So you can make mine, extra cheesy
The crew's a twist cuz it consists of
Three riders, eastsidaz, one love

Repeat 1

Xzibit intro:
Yes yes. ahh ahh. bring it live
Yo it's the x to the z from the likwit squad

Hook:
"one mc" "after" (x3)
"on the mic"- souls of mischief

[xzibit]
All that get money take money sound funny
So i stick to my own i can feel it in my bones
These clones and clowns ain't really down
Play the background westbound
Huntin' down pussy like a bloodhound
Plus i feel that no style is darker than mine
You can stick that into places where the sun don't shine
All you one hit wonders only in it for the spotlight
Spend half a million dollars still don't sound tight
Bring truth to the light
I write rhymes for the under
Blunt smokin' bottle crackin' all day slumber
Who wouldn't give a fuck if the world fell down
As long as i can twist a fat one and pass it around
Mr. x to the z from the likwit crew
La to elviaire with my man eq
Coming live and direct with your neck like this
Come home and smoke a spliff in the benz with swift
I stay fucked up

Hook

[del]
Lyrically ingenious my flows are intravenous
Kids are squeamish
When they attempt to refless
I'm the apex
Shows get rocked half the words ?
Hold your glock your whole goal is props
You'll never get 'em
My rhythm just fluctuates
You can't o.d. no matter how much you take
I rush your plates
Crack your lenses clean like benzene
Cool like menthol
My shits the end all
Majorly gain your speed slow your role
You lie and like pinochio your nose will grow
Let's go
Underground compress co
Bust these jewels these diamonds out
But still some of these niggas don't know what we rhymin' bout
Mine in doubt
Traversing' the earth like zombies
And rocks your dirty laundry
Presented to the world as comedy
Del rips it honestly that's why the girls are found of me
And don't be squandering your little flow
You ain't got many
You're fly spinning
We constitution
You seek contribution from del for usage
Over these acoustics
I take time out for use of
Harkus representing proof in you walkman
Lockin' competition out of studios
Everyday i live is like a musical
Create my own score
More funkier than shaft on my musical path

Hook

[casual]
They like "ooh. don't say that."
When it's lay doe a dat competition where they at?
I diss 'em
Steady at the rhythm
Like a pilot i keep you silent
Through the turbulence words will get violent
Mega doses exposes is flagellant composes
All you get is roses on your grave you misbehave
It's the brave courageous lyrically contagious
Spiritually engage with the psychedelic waves of
An egyptian
We rips then
Cover the mic like the sun we eclipsin'
Cause no light shine through a flow like mine
Casual might ignite the mic for pastime
With one style older than the sundial
My elaborate connection of words is fun how
I display, dismay this way gettin' bissy
Crackers show off the top while i'm hittin' a j
My immaculate style attackin' with nouns and verbs
For the wack it gets foul
Got a full metal jacket off rhymes to press
To manifest under pressure
Past style a lyrical treasure
Never the less i get fresher
It's involital my biological make up composes of flesh and blows
Will dispose of all
When they appear in my crystal ball
I know you wish i fall
"yes y'all"

Hook

Wyclef talking:
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
<wake up everybody> nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.

Xzibit <overlaps>
Look, i'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain
Stuck with a thousand street hustlers
Down on they luck
Repeat felons caught up with the death i was sellin'
And for the past three months yo i can still hear my victims yellin'
But i can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense
If i didn't shoot i'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough individual
Runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the general
Walk one day in the shoes of a criminal
Death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal
I'm not talkin' about weed, jewels, & bentleys
I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food, and dentyne
See what i mean livin' with the scum of the earth
Hit with plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside
(wyclef) <for every rhyme i write get 25 to life>

Juvenile
You got me fucked up i'm innocent
Look i ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side
But you believin' that bitch
You makin' my nerves bad i need to smoke me a jo'
'cause i know y'all ain't even thinkin' 'bout lettin' me go
Where my lawyer, nigga told me juv' i can't do nothin' for ya
Y'all go tell that to my mother & my father
But they gon' cus y'all so don't you even bother
You know that shit ain't right that bitch didn't see nothin'
'cause it was dark at night but i guess us blacks
Look the same to y'all passin' niggas around like a game of ball
This is my third felony plus my third strike
Man i ain't goin' home i got 25 to life.
<for every rhyme i write get 25 to life>

Qu new york, you try to criticize me i criticize you
Been the same muthafucka since in high school
Any beat i shed light to with crazy wattage
Blankin' out bought my first eight ball for eighty dollars
Learned who not to trust grew obnoxious
So niggas start to hate me same time the boys in blue watch us
Circlin' but they don't slow down take you to court
Think you seein' judge joe brown they just actin'
Indy's throwin' tyson back in another year
Fuckin' with a nigga's career i cock back at bust in the air
Give me space beats with plenty bass drink my hennessey straight
'til i hurl out third world clout i'll take niggas hearts
And turn killers into girl scouts works of art
Picasso from the hydro roller-slash-hustler ceo-slash-retired soldier
<for every rhyme i write get 25 to life>

Ja rule
Kill or be killed behind the wall 40 day short
Still the thought of murderer true to the sport
I bang with the best niggas them career criminals
Now i'm in with these youngins lookin' to feel me out
Hollerin' 'bout how they gon' hit on me now
Niggas is real wild bangin' before trial
New kicks new trial i don't give a fuck
I'm playin' the yard ox taped to my nuts
Ready to self destruct lord i don't wanna die
But what powered your honor to hit me with 25
I know that real recognize every hustle
And die with these niggas in the struggle
Ya feel me

Reptile
Oh god shells loaded in the semi auto quoted
Unknown cat never voted picture me on the scene
Huntin' for greens like mike meyers trick or treatin' on halloween
Mashed down in the fatigues servin' the fiends
Kill or be killed metal pipes under the sleeve
In the city slicker bust checks or puff cess
Ruffneck love liquor & act figures bloodsport on the streets
No gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts
Ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug
You 'bout to die thug!
Call the president i'm blowin' up ya residence
Spill acid on the corpse to clear the evidence
Protestors outside screamin' free gotti
Guard your body swat teams is waitin' with the shotty

<for every rhyme i write get 25 to life>
Wyclef: y'all need to <wake up everybody>

Repeat

For all my people doin' time keep your head up
Wyclef jerry "wonder" new millenium new millenium come on

[vocoder box]
Never understood how we did it,
How we made this music groove your very soul.

[erick onasis]
Yo! i'm at the game
In a rented v-12 benz outback
Going to see shaq
Inside twenty thou', whoa!
Is he the best in the nba? right now.
Lakers no joke
Aint nothing funny
Shaq dunked on dale davis
Making' 'em a poster bunny (yeah!...yeah!)
That is the basics
Kobe bryant in the matrix
High flying over rik smits
On any court
Lakers dominated the sport
Cause mark jack' ain't doing jack
Don't get confused the nba rules
Pacers can't incorrect and got abused
I bring ruck to any team bringing drama
Make 'em feel it, like 2 pac's "dear mama"
Yo! shaq attack...he's back
The lakers be all the way and that's that...uhh!

[vocoder box]

[dj quik]
Erick sermon...xzibit...and guess who?...
Ay! tell me what you get when
The lakers, xzibit, the game get down with the e double?
You get kobe trouble
Shaq make the court bubble (make it bubble)
Rock the ? so hard you shake they break out to the ground
And dig 'em out of b rubble, partying
Happy that you shook the whole crib
And when y'all win the title this year, i got dibs
Cause this is how we do it here
It's ironic that y'all done stepped into a room
Of purple-yellow chronic
Fat booty women sparkling
Trying to take you to a star
Trying to get fox to recognize they know who you are (say what!)
Can't you see the purple carpet, they lay it out
And if you got a fantasy fisher they play it out
We big ? balling dudes; from the gate
We been waited on and hated on since eighty eight
Now cross my team and cross my path
And we go get y'all way down
From the staple center and i betcha that...

[vocoder box]

[xzibit]
Yeah!...ha!...yeah!
Ladies and gentlemen, i presented to you
Yeah!...mr. x to the z, xzibit...yeah!
Los angeles lakers...c'mon!
Bouncing'...yeah!
Y'all gonna take it all the way, baby!...yeah!
Listen...look...uhh!
I'm the spin doctor, phantom of the opera
Los angeles lakers would break 'em off proper
Shootblocker, take a couple of 3's and a free throw
Shaq go for the slam and smile for the people
Rick fox, big shoots like a buglers pick locks
And when we put it down
Make the crowd get loud, wanna act wild
Indiana slow your pace down, look at you now
Just pack it up and go into town
Spice your mouth, y'all still all chickens
Extra points like a field goal kicking
You could hack shaq all day
But y'all still ain't wining
Xzibit walking away with the champs
With y'all team is cheap in the stands
Give it up to the fans
And it's going off in the stands
Kobe's the man
Jackson be the man with the plan
So listen: the jell-o is giggling', the butter was hard
Put it down for this lake show champion squad...you know!

Yeah!...uhh!...give it up los angeles
Uhh!...lake show...yeah!
Broadcasting live to you and yours
Uhh!...yeah!
Big shaq, big kobe, yeah!...what up rice...fox
Yeah!...uhh!...keep it banging
Yeah!...ladies and gentlemen
We bring to you the championship los angeles lakers squad
Yeah!...mr. avirex to the z, xzibit
Yeah!...erick onasis
Yeah!...what!...dj quik
Yeah!...yeah!...yeah!
You know how we do ...yeah!
Throw on your purple and yo yellow and represent
Los angeles...uhh!
Doing it live...bringing it live
Yeah!...phil jackson
Pop ya collar...hello!
Yeah!...bringing it live to you and yours
Yeah!...c'mon!
Rest in peace...roger troutman
Yeah!...keep it moving...yeah!

[rah digga]
Yeh, check it out now (uhh uhh uhh)
Rah digga y'all, dirty harriet (uhh!)
Kweli, xzibit, new millenium! (c'mon, check it)

[all] one, two, three, four
[rah] grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school shit from junior high (heyyy!)
[all] one, two, three, four
[rah] jersey's finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make your foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real
Puttin heads to bed like hennessey and nyquil

[rah digga]
Convertible style, still had the heat knockin
Bumpin shit from way back with my man beatboxin
Shootin the breeze - see i'm nice with these
You'll be suckin it down like fast food high-c's
Type of rap bitch that love underground classics
Gettin more green than that nigga st. patrick
Makin wack rappers go and merc the set {*dial-up sounds*}
Better off behind a desk tryin to surf the net
Cause i be adamant, kill 'em when my joints get added in
Worse than boric acid in your project cabinet
Dirty harriet, increase the fanbases
Leavin non-writin cats stuck on the plantations
Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch with whites
Leave the party over here like they israelites
Got cali brooks critics, ta' kwe'(??) xzibit
Gonna rock shit down like he can't get no visits

[all] one, two, three, four
[t.k] rock the whole world like the rolling stone tour (ah-ahhh!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
[all] one, two, three, four
[t.k] the stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like jim morrison we break on through
Before i care about your take on me, we take on you

[talib kweli]
Yo, yo, yo
We bring it straight to your face from the start, yo
Rage against the machine, break it apart
Might be over your head, but it's straight from the heart
I show my love in the light while y'all hate in the dark
Straight to apocalypse is where i'm takin the art
Givin niggaz battle scars, always makin my mark
You fakin the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your spot
You straight bitch whether i say it or not
Shit is hot, spittin flames on the track
Put our town's names on the map
From now until we fadin to black
Where we at? thug rebels love metal clubs ghetto
When the slugs let go like frankie beverly
Forever we stack notes like the treasury, flow heavenly
Get you high on speech laced with obscenity
Niggaz be gassed like cipher sounds, and need rescue remedy
Then fall the fuck off like limbs affected with leprosy

[all] one, two, three, four
[x2z] why the fuck can't mc's mc no more?
Hardcore til somebody put me under the ground
With a dick in your ear, still couldn't fuck with my sound
[all] one, two, three, four
[x2z] takin me straight to the weed spot, then to the liquor sto'
"gimme some mo'" like busta bus', who do you trust?
Swingin through, your favorite neighborhood lush

[xzibit]
I'm i-rate, usin your body for live bait
Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you can't take
Dilate, cock back the weight, spread hate
Heavy metal we settle and set shit straight
Hit gates in my younger days, from the policeman
Me and my clan used to dance thicker than quicksand
Supply and demand the hand is quicker than the eye
Find some chickens to fry, while you find it hard to stick to your lie
I see through the tricks, destroy the facade
Your little lungs is too weak to hotbox with god
Rah digga, first lady of the flipmode squad
Gotta be hard like a young nigga walkin the yard
For the first time, we ain't the niggaz you let shine
Expect mines to blow lines like coke everytime
I'm an alkaholik nigga so i finish the fifth
You at the front door bitchin because you ain't on the list

It's like
[all] one, two, three, four..

Yeah (ohhhhhhh) hehehe (aight y'all, aight y'all..)
Yeah (here we go)
[all] one, two, three, four..

"but it's a herut-likwit crew connection"(sample) 2x

[defari]
Don't regret it, you had your chance and couldn't set it
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time, forget it
Hear me on radio, live vocally do edits
E-swift scratchin and threading, with supreme unleaded
Only the best out the likwit crew out the west
And we shine time after time writting lyri-gets
On freshly buffed and waxed marble steps
Defari got a stlye that's iller than tourrettes
Make you switch, make a bitch get undressed
Make people in the club wanna dance chest to chest
Bruised falcon, strive for perfection like malcolm
Back the name wit potential, but now they know the outcome
So now the ticket's weakened, i stay away from tricks
Defari, phil da agony, xzibit, and tha liks

"the world's" "but it's a herut-likwit crew connection"

[phil da agony]
Yo, talk a big game, play a big game
You know my motherfuckin name
Phil da agony, it's all the same same
Game tight, crescent heights, get the name right
I do seven songs in the same night
Work ethic, proper etiquette, the better shit
I want my gold plaque for this shit
Soon as the stores get it (you get it)
Focused daily, likwit activity
Phil da agony causing you total tragedy

[xzibit]
My chest is burning from the hennesy rock
Yo i live to see the enemy drop
The safety night got kennedy shot
It's political, the way i smash down is pitiful
Situation critical, barely breathin in a hospital
Dead meat, we give it like professional athletes
The elite wit a chick for everyday of the week
I'm talking monday through sunday
Models walkin up and down the runway
I take a lethal role in the gunplay
To finish wit flyin colors, tha alkaholik brothers
Connected, respect it, ain't no choice but to love us
It's not, east to west, i want the whole world behind me
I got niggas in l.a. sayin "fuck guiliani"

[tash]
I'm hella-cocky on the mic, i fuck it up on jeep beats
So while you rockin to this beat, the beat is rockin to me
Foul-mouth catashtrophe, i knock heads since '93
So when you come across my style, it's like you smacked into a tree
I turn the heat up in this bitch, i make the women strip fast
So no matter what you do you can't fuck wit big tash
I came to kick your ass, quick fast, not to house you
I want your homies saying "tash smacked the shit out you"
Smoke something, drink something, eat lyrics that twist
This that shit that's on your baby momma's christmas list
?so balls? amount to this, no matter what y'all niggas name is
You're not as famous, as the likwit entertainers

"the world's famous" but it's a herut-likwit crew connection (2x)

[j-ro]
It's the likwit coalition, start the mission
We gonna turn this into a tradition
My b-boy stance is updated, i feel like we made it
Even though we underrated
Yo, it's to the ro, act a fool over flow
I got the uncanny ability to cold rock a show
I got fired from my job cuz i was late to my shift
Cuz i was drinkin a fifth, wit john jingle heimer smith
And here's another caper from the lyric landscaper
I write flows wit two by fo's wit sand paper
Now what is a mc if he can't flow
Up next is e-swift and my name is j-ro

[e-swift]
We don't give a fuck if you down wit such and such
You can still get touched, by the likwit bumrush
Better train hard before you face me
You better off fightin royce gracey
To get me out that ass you gotta mace me
I make mcs wanna tap out, before i blow they back out
Likwit niggas winnin every bout
Rippin mcs like cheap jeans
Fuck your dj and your mainstream production team
And if you sleepin on us, then sweet dreams
Cuz when you ain't lookin we be bookin mad shows makin cream
My profession is killin studio sessions wit no question (what's that)
It's the likwit crew connection

"the world's famous" "but it's a herut-likwit crew connection" (7x)

[xzibit]
Yeah.. time to bring yo' ass to the table y'all
It's x to the z xzibit, yeah (where you at?)
Snoop double-d, uh, o.g. (west coast, los angeles)
What, bringin it live, with dr. dre, what?
{*xzibit makes the "ghetto bird" sound*}
Throwin up a big-ass w, coverin up the world right?
Yeahhh! hah, listen look

You ain't tryin to hot box with me, i swing hard liquor
Goin down by the second round, all hail the underground
How dat sound? xzibit backin down from a conflict
Fuck the nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb shit
Glass and metal in every direction
Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson
I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon
And reason why niggaz with problems keep on steppin
Xzibit ready to scrap, like mike tyson with his license back
Nine to five, minimum wage, what type of life is that
For me? it's blasphemy, you fuckin around
With the sundance kid and butch cassidy
You had the audacity to wanna tangle with the x
Strangle your neck, slap you like the opposite sex
Drunk drivin tryin to stack my loot
While other rappers gettin "treated like a prostitute"
So check the soundscan

Chorus one: snoop dogg

All i wanna be was a g, ha
My whole life, nigga please, ha
Breakin off these motherfuckin keys, ha
Let's get these motherfuckin g's, ha
Nigga you don't wanna fuck with this..

[snoop dogg]
Hmm.. aww nah, big snoop dogg
Back up in the heezee bay-bay
You jockin my style, "you so cra-zy"
Dre say, ain't +no limit+ to this
As long as we drop gangsta shit
Look here bitch, you fine and i dig your style
Come fuck with a nigga, do it +doggystyle+
I'll be gentle, sentimental
Shit, we fucked in the rental
Lincoln, continental
Hmm, coast to coast, l.a. to chicago
(yeah nigga you know what's happenin man)
I get this pussy everywhere that i go
(these bitches know what time it is)
Ask the bitches in your hood cause they know
(hell yeah, hoes know about a nigga like me man)
I get the pussy everywhere that i go
(i pimp these hoes, nigga, ha ha)
Ask the bitches in your hood cause they know

Chorus two: xzibit

Bitch please, get down on your god damn knees
For this money chronic clothes and weed (look)
You fuckin with some real o.g's
Bitch please
Bitch please, get down on your motherfuckin knees
We came to get the motherfuckin g's
Yeah, you fuckin' with some real o.g's
You dick-tease!

[snoop dogg]
Bitch, please! now what you need to do is
Hem my coat, and roll me some dough (f'real)
Different strokes (uh-huh) for different folks
Oh, you like settin niggaz up and gettin them loc's
A cute lil' bitch with a whole lotta heart
Shit gets thick when the light gets dark
She say she gots a lick for me (well hook it up)
Worth about, two hundred g's and thirty keys
Now check this out dre, now if i don't move
Then a nigga like me, shit i don't lose
But you know me, dogg i'm movin
Ain't nuttin to it, but to get to groovin
You been, waitin on a nigga like me (whas' happenin)
To take that chance and rob yo' man and beat up the pussy
A victim of the circumstance (yeah right)
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
See we go out with a bang (bang bang!)
I'm tryin to work this cold thang, and take this whole thang
I get the money everywhere that i go (i go)
I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho (fo' sho)
I get the money everywhere that i go (i go)
I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho (fo' sho)

Outro: nate dogg (repeat 4x to fade)

Aiyyo.. aiyyo aiyyo; you don't wanna step to me
Still claimin d.p.g. - til the day i d-i-e