Yeah yeah

Look, you could've got away but your response wasn't quick enough

Can't preserve life 'cause the best wasn't thick enough

Teflon, napalm, homicide scenes

These are a few of my favorite things!

But I ain't mary so ain't a damn thing poppin

Only death disease and a whole lota palm trees

Not only for mics, xzibit is a way of life

Until my death so I celebrate success

Best of the best wouldn't test these waters with a yacht

Sendin' sixteen shots across your parking lot

All up on your proximity drinking hennessy

Holdin down ground like the statute of liberty

So nobody ever can rush my spot

And the torch stay lit so I ain't worried about shit

It ain't where your from it's al about how you represent!

Unfamiliar faces better know who your fuckin' with

[Chorus x2]

Eyes may shine, teeth may grit

And all of that shit

And you still won't step

So what's next?

All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin

(You better off buckin yourself)

(You need to stop frontin)

I'm only comin' through when it's time for collection

Xzibit forever nasty, spread like infection

Ain't no protection ever made by man to withstand this punishment

In other words runnin' shit

Keep your eyes wide cause the style gets darker

I make papers and see more new cars than bob barker

'cause if the price ain't right then it's time to take flight

Let the piece go twice to make sure you see the light

Plus I'm dreaded not by the locks but by the cops

And flocks of females that only think with their croth

Unlimitted smoke

The bonified cut throat columbian neck tie

Now don't you look fly

I'll leave you there to be discovered by your mother

Or maybe your brother or your boty boy lover

No matter your backround xzibit never backs down

Be prepared for static and semi automatics in your grill

[Chorus 2x]

Eyes may shine, teeth may grit

And all of that shit

And you still won't step

So what's next?

All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin

(You better off buckin yourself)

(You need to stop frontin)

Everything that come around go 3.6.0.

Longtitude and latitude

It's alll in the attitude

I'm in the mood to put a twist on things

Xzibit here to rock the planet 'till the fat bitch sings

The shit is closer than you think

Don't blink it might be over in a matter of seconds

I'd like to say this off the record

But it's not

So I testify to the fact

Chronic mixed with the yak make a hellified contact

It makes it real easy to trip

Unload the whole clip on your block then split!

Aint no answers to the test you taken

Never move fakin'

Can't be shaken'

From my solid foundation like this

[Chorus x2]

Eyes may shine, teeth may grit

And all of that shit

And you still won't step

So what's next?

All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin

(You better off buckin yourself)

(You need to stop frontin)