[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)
    [Hook]
    [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]