[Xzibit]



Yeah, uh, what, worldwide



Yeah, Im forever, ever lastin, spread the wealth

Procrastination like masturbation, your fuckin yourself

So we gonna move on em quickly (what)

No chance to think about coming back

Chain smoke em, turn they lungs black

See I was raised to love black, but sometimes

Black folks wanna sweat you harder than the one-time

Never participate in dumb, def and blind shit

Plus I got my little man, so daily I'm reminded

The ride only gets rougher (right)

But I'll be damned if me and my niggas suffer

Smuggle this motherucker with the raw shit, I'm blessed wit

Lookin at the world, burned for the young and the desperate

Showed heart, but got cardiac arrested

More than a nigga with an image and a press kit

The wreck hits, creates desert land, desolate

The whole intent to rock the shit, keep the herb lit



Chorus: Xzibit (Defari)



Handle your business before your business handles you

Mister X to the Z (and Defari Herut), one two

(Remain true, regardless what we go through)

Yeah, handle your business so you can stand on your on two

*repeat*



[Defari Herut]



Everyday I puts in down in LA, hustle in this

Assassin lyricist, serious, muscle in this

I call the bets, I know we got coordinates on more games to wreck

We blaze shows, never no Half Step

Tactics, B-Boys, no games no antics

No false images, no bullshit semantics

We planned this, for hundred of thousands

Reignin/Rainin on they brains with lyrics, from the mountains

Don't contemplate what you can't even demostrate

Defari lottery draftpick, never the second rate

Nigga who wanna hate but front like its all great

I gots no time for these emotional niggas, I gots to motivate

Moves to make, best rhyme straight

That's for the old school, this here's our year, it's time to elevate

Handle this, don't hesitate got money to make

Push maximum levels from the Golden State



Chorus



[Defari Herut]



This combination's high calibre

Hatians stay amazed and confused like this was algebra

I'm scoutin the, best land for property

Never sloppily, picture someone stoppin me

>From gettin mine, line after line

And you wonder why I call these fake niggas Miller

they think they Genuine; I'm startin to shine, imported Italian

With a custom made Herut charm as my medallion



[Xzibit]



Seem like, I recite the same prayer every night

Watch my folks, make sure my dogs stay tight

And fully prepared to gunfight in broad daylight

Till then, lick it to the chin, let it begin

We could break bread or break skin; and watch me send it

Try not to break the law, sometimes I gotta bend it

And my directions, suggest for your own protection

You motherfuckers keep it movin like an intersection



Chorus



Serious business *scratched in background*

Fuck you, like that Mr. X to the Z, Defari Herut. Yeah, yeah right? *3X*

What, keep it movin like this y'all