[Chorus phats]

Only the best of the best around me

Big coupe, niggaz know about me

Styrofoam cup with promethazine

Got my body on lean, tell 'em "slow it down please"

Never play with a nigga

Drive by, never wave at a nigga

G-5, real plane/plain on a nigga

I'ma pray for you niggaz and we throwin it like it's free

[Black milk]

America's nightmare

The american dream

Sounds like the beginnin of the endin

Of the millenium when you in a storm's lightning

Inner city kid with a pipe dream

Shut down in the blink of an eye

Handcuffed in the back of a cop car

On the block where his best friend just died

Everything they showed and they know is lies

Everything we had before it was ours

Look real deep in the eyes of 'em

Look real deep in the minds of the blind and

Put my time in the rhyme and

Do you by the signs of the time kid

Whenever I spit that, line for line shit quick, quick

E'rybody calm down just for a bit

Yo, livin in the land of the dark

Livin in the land of the lost

30,000 feet up 'til we landed

Goin city to city to rock, watch all the fans put they hands up, up

This is that realer, iller, killer

Down for a nigga, I'm standin (yeah!)

Somethin that's iller, iller, nigga (yeah)

Somethin that the people are demandin

[Xzibit]

Check the background, your rap's not tight

We don't fight, we push lead through the pipe

Came like a thief in the night

I lean with the left then I follow right behind with the right

California term' on sight

Then I take it back to the d, "whatupdoe?"

Cut up flow the same way I cut up blow

Shut up hoe, abducted, u.f.o.

Walk in a war zone, u.s.o.

I'm at an all-time new plateau, lockin a round let it go

Anybody get bodied you better know

Can't do anything about it but get low

On the real, before you get the maybach and the self-made tags

Get your own lane, fuck tryin to bring the game back

Slap you out them skinny ass jeans with a back slap

Better make change, you them niggaz get they chain snatched

[Chorus]

[Tre capital]

Lobster perception, stand at ease with attention

Did I really even have to mention?

Now me, x, black on a pursuit of perfection

Formulate a plot, man fuck your conception

Brand new nigga with a flow that's divine

All they ever did was write line after line

Killin time after time and I'm not in my prime

So instead of watchin the throne man the glory is mine

Where do we go when we conquered it all?

How do we feel when there's nothin at all?

Why do we walk when we started to crawl?

But like king james I was destined to ball

Like what up, what up, we got one, hot one

Spit lyrical homicide with a shotgun

Click clack boom, praise god that we lost son

Told these muh'fuckers not to mess with the wrong one

Songs don't wait, welcome to the new edition

Hand-to-hand, eliminate the competition

Westside to the d, it's a coalition

That we grind so hard that we had to give the

Rags to the riches, keys to the business

What is this? just a young nigga with ambition

Knock your head off, protect my position

Man down, man on a mission, listen

[Chorus]