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 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)
    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 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)