Yeah.. Addicted to life, had to
pay a heavy-ass price Sacrifice
worth waitin on the platinum and
ice I'm precise with the merchandise,
came back like Christ to change
the game, while y'all niggaz remain
the same Clear the lane, comin through
like Kobe, you can't hold me You
can't stop me, ever since I dropped
"Paparazzi" I done watched the game
unfold into some hideous shit Like
every idiot that can spit be droppin
a hit I transmit for the convicts,
committed, never bullshitted Shadowbox,
detox, my own worse critic It's
like tryin to squeeze water from
rocks I negotiate the neighborhood
stops and clean your clock with a
glock Sick of niggaz screamin they
hot, but really they not Beatin
you all to the ground like six L.A.
cops Put your fist up in the air
if you ever been shot and lived
to tell about it, never leavin home
without it, c'mon [Chorus: Butch
Cassidy] There's no one out there,
for us, to fear I'll say it loud
and clear.. Who can say they're
close, to us Speak now and you'll
be brought, to tears [King Tee] They
probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin
off on Central with the rag back,
lookin like life's so simple Tela
take a loss, still floss, all bets If
Trife can't cover the house, call
X Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers Move
somethin, make killers do somethin,
f'real The bitch-made often politic
with the skill Now shit's all twisted,
unlisted Guns fixed it, best not
speak about the Likwit We gifted,
twenty-four hours and still lifted (*X*:
Bitch keep your vagina) We drunk
and ain't interested Bitches come
a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin
it Standin at the bar, soft-styled
in the cut "Ooh, boo wait, I think
you had too much!" Bitch what? Act
right and pour it in a cup The West
and Eastside keep smokin them blunts,
niggaz [Interlude: Butch Cassidy] Let's
get with it, I was born to trip Stay
on the lookout, ain't no time to
slip We ain't for games and shit Change
your spot, cause we're known to dip No
time for chasin hoes I'm on a mission
cause my cash is low There's no
need to speak on those Doggy (?)
are the gangsta's clothes [Defari] There's
two sides of my family, both sides
from the ghetto Pops Finnish choco-late,
moms Mississippi yellow Caramel,
Cherokee black man, with a pedigree
of excellence Together we rise,
no time for seperateness My grandfather
Snake was a Jake, or a jack of a
smack to a bird who don't know how
to act Straight hustler, Mississippi
moonshine smuggler Good ol' wrangler
in his day with that attitude of
"Fuck ya" [Xzibit] Built to run
forever, X the infinite First line
of defense to smash through the immigrants Can't
straddle the fence, it's all or nothin Close
the curtain, shut down your whole
production Don't be scared, be prepared,
niggaz do be bustin without thinkin;
I mastered the art of hard drinkin Yo,
you wanna stop the X, try your best I'm
still fuckin with your pockets like
the IRS, so yo [Chorus] [Butch
Cassidy] Gather all around, to see how
we display our vicious skills I
done seen and heard, enough Let's
prove the West coast is for real ..
speak now and you'll be brought to
tears