(feat. Hurricane Gee and J-Ro)      [Xzibit]   I look you in the grill   And I laugh inside   Niggas always perpetratin   Like they down to ride   But please don't try to tell me   What I can not see   What's the real definiton   Of A Fake MC   [J-Ro]   Muthafuckas only rappin since 93   And expect all props   [Xzibit]   Them gettin dropped like hot rocks   "So stop what you doin cause I'm   About to ruin".....   Like Shock-G get turned to stone   Tryin to rock me   I seperate my thought process   From stress, 24 tracks inside my brain   Tyrin to maintain   I bang shit without no gang or jherri curls   I seem like Kadeem   In a whole different world   It's the girls the cars niggas lose themselves   Forgettin who they are   When they try to be that superstar   They don't understand   It's all in the game plan   Exploit the art   And watch Hip-Hop fall apart   But I'm a do my part, and stay true   And keep breakin down bitch niggas like you      [HOOK]   [Hurrincane Gee]   I'm not the type   To play games or drop   Name I just maintain   And burn rappers out the frame   Doin my part to stay true   And keep breakin down   Bitch niggas like you      [Xzibit]   But above all else   I represent it for myself   Leavin muthafuckas stretched out   Or better yet X-ed out   Xzibit, Excelerate, I rush it to the extreme   Like nicotine, never get me clean   From your blood stream   We all can't bust, so do it how you must   But if you hustle, avoid gettin rushed   With hand cuffs plus   In got we trust but don't trust us, we just   Add to the ashes, then pick up the dust   Like that   [J-Ro]   I make it seem   Like you havin bad dreams   Have you wakin up out your sleep   By your own screams   Xzibit has arrived Goddamit   [Xzibit]   We bout to rock the whole planet   And bitch niggas can't stand it   Try to play the back and look intense   You need to hit a fence   You don't want none of this   Hands on experience   I'm no the type to play games   Or drop names I just   Maintain and drop rappers out the frame   [Hurricane Gee]   I bring it to the ruffest toughest   Mic killers   And you wanna be niggas   And you burn bithces, type vicious   Imitating Hurricane flow for riches   You don't know the half   I got the ill vocab double rap style   Gettin bucked   More freaky than your last good fuck   Milkin you like ba ba pieces   Meetin niggas lyrical wishes   Writin rhymes and washin out dishes   Flowin with the likwid wicked   Representin with my nigga Xzibit   And we gonna do it   And do it and do it   Til you satisfied! cause shit is tight   Bodiqua C.E.O. on the mic   Smashin and trashin   Fuck Moschino fashion   All you muthafuckas need to stop askin   Valued more than the chrome   On your last set of wheels   Hurricane here to reign on your brain   Just maintain