[Xzibit]   (Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth   Some call that a problem but I call it a gift   Xzibit make the whole continent shift (hell yeah)   Invadin your territory in a blaze of glory   A soldier story, livin off nothin but instinct   Bitch niggaz continue to floss and lip-sync   And I'ma just continue to flow, while rockin the boat   Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope   Don't make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat   Always approach niggaz that's known for killin your folks   Be surprised who could turn around and bust on y'all   Catch your mother or your sister comin out of the mall   Bang holes through they coats and they Macy bags   No retaliation you basically runnin with fags   In these streets, you only good as your last transaction   Funny style, and these niggaz ain't laughin   Y'all got it all fucked up in zero-zero   Think life is a video for "Last Action Heroes"   Face the price you pay for the games you play   When it's all said and done at the end of the day, you gotta      [Chorus - repeat 2X]   Get your walk on, get your head right   I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right   Get your bounce on, back dat ass up   Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up      [Xzibit]   Judge and jury, don't get your case dismissed   When I get pissed and smash through the makeshift   Uplift, dump this, make your shit knock   Hypnotical hardrock that don't flop   It's the best thing crackin my nigga   Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but don't ever deliver   From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags   earthquakes police with automatics and nerve gas   Learn fast or get left behind quick (yeah)   You testify, you get wrapped in plastic (hell yeah)   Xzibit turn your SUV into a casket   Mailed your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid   Drastic measures we take just to get by   for all the shit you gotta go through to get high   Stand by, do or die for the West coast   Wanna fuck with Xzibit but can't come close motherfuckers      [Chorus]      [Xzibit]   Tell y'all people to call my people   Recognize all men are not created equal   I'm lethal, all y'all faggots remain see-through   Only the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!)   When I get through the world'll be a better place   A little Jesus Christ mixed with some Leatherface   Go find some punch to spike, find some dope to lace   Pull a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for space   Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk shit   or hit so hard to the chin it make your back flip   My transcript number one up in this conference   It's nonsense, all y'all niggaz want is conflict   Only associate with pros and the convicts   Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb bitch   and then bounce with a couple, motherfuck a tussle   You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle      [Chorus] - 2X