Verse 1:

Yeah so it all comes down to this (what?)

Specialist with a hit list

Right fist bomb type M.G.M. fight night type (ding ding)

So when I hits in the stage we can Face Off

Watch me rattle your Nicholas Cage

Bring heat in ridiculous ways never compromise

Look into my eyes tell me what you see (what?)

Victory ecstasy maybe Hennessy

Energy wasted, enemies gettin' laced with

That point blank to the face shit

Who you think this is

Young black bust a nigga ass strickly business man

Self disciple Heinakin let the record spin

Paparazzi all over again, times ten

Like thee original sin

I'm tryin' to fuck it up for everybody

The hot ? get collect calls from John Gotti

I kick back like karate

Butter soft burn off and solid black Mazaratti like



Hook:

Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that)

No gain with no pain (it gets deeper then that)

Dyin' in the fast lane (way deeper then that)

To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at



Verse 2:

Long hair ganja smoke but don't be mistaken

I ain't Jamacian

Find another chick to jerk

A world of hurt 9 to 5 puttin' in work

Never rest put to the test get put to the death

Never the less only greater than

Trust no man

Soon to have the whole wide world inside of my hand

So I suggest you act right my insight like sunlight

Burn your cornea

Big bad California

To the Waldord Historia (c'mon)

N.Y.C. competition wish to some day roll like me

But all I see is capital H-E-A-T

I'm makin' motherfuckers Run like DMC (run)

The Likwit MC is here to blaze a nigga like a fat one

Non radio bangin' shit goin' platinum

And keep slappin' 'em with a Colt 45

While my Old English leave you broken down with a Crooked Ise (eye)



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Verse 3:

Suck it easy Movin' On Up like George and Weezy

You can't stop it love it or leave it alone

Xzibit writtin' more pages then the state penetentary

Full of well known villians that wanna come home

Never relax ain't no tellin' lay it on wax

Make it bang let Stever sell 'em and dip 'em in chrome

My nigga Bud'da chip off beats like cellular phones

Heir to the thrown

Xzibit bring the lead to your dome

Like a 3rd world rebellion squad on your boulevard

Protect they spots with heat

They kids ggotta eat to make it big in Cali it depends on who you meet

And who you sleep with

Might find yourself in deep shit

So hit me with your best shot

I'm lookin' forward to it

You shouldn't repeat it if you ain't really goin' through it

How dare you try to check the fluid

Rip the track chillin' on your big plans like Wilsure and Farefax



Hook