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(Verse One: Xzibit)
I don't *** around I'll break you down in the hours of H
All these L.A. Times *** keepin the pace
No need to pull strings things still get done
To have you yellin at the top of yo lungs
So Xzibit never speak wit a false tounge
Slid off like a handgun
Tryin to build an empire to pass to my grandson
I never like to talk business over the phone
So either have love for the game or leave it alone
Plus action speak louder than words
And *** move faster than birds
So I gotta keep a gameface
On the street you slip, and you might catch a hot one
Xzibit stay low and kick back like a shotgun
I keep it bangin to the end of the line
When a rapper think his saggin style is *** with mine, it's divine
Cuz my family is harder than bricks
Anything to keep it movin cuz it's harder to hit
(Chorus)
(Ras Kass)
Only right I *** wit you when you ***' wit mine
Keep it movin to the end of the line
And action speak louder than words
And *** move faster than birds
Gotta keep a gameface
(Xzibit)
Only right I *** wit you when you ***' wit mine
Keep it movin to the end of the line
And action speak louder than words
And *** move faster than birds
Gotta keep a gameface
(Verse 2: Ras Kass)
Men must be either *** or the crutch
To regulate, relegate, delegate power, *** touch something
Trust no one and die dumping
Drained ya battery you barely talking like Teddy Ruxpin
See that's wassup, *** I don't give a ***
Say some *** so nasty, it'll make Little Kim blush
As if, a 98 bentley didn't tempt me
To lay *** over this empty
But consequently my conscience wouldn't permit me
I'm one-third black man, one-third Jackie Chan
One-third sand, shiftin across the surface of the land
Golden State Warrior let my nuts hang like *** in nooses
While you givin groupies all your loochie
I'm known for *** hoochies in suskis
And slippin ???????
Loved and feared, severe yet loved
The full time titan fighting three million over night thugs
So keep your, hand out your *** 'cause you can't stop ***
Don't rock ***, studio hustlers
claimin' they got more keys than a locksmith
What part of the game is this
Bonus Round, give me the mic, the money
The *** in that order, the mortar over populated
get *** and orally copulated
And all you chumps on some you owe me an apology ***
can suck yo apology out my ***
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
(Ras Kass)
This is for the black ***, the yak sippers
The part time strippers,slash full time student,and fifty buck slippers
I got athletes feet,we run these contrete streets
Sporting cleets, ain't nothing sweet
(Xzibit)
I'm making rappers get they *** together
Still smokin, still drinkin, still maintain clear thinkin
Everyday is the weekend, mashin thru in a lincoln
And style so sick, the whole car start stinking
(Chorus)