I've been this way and I can't stop, ah   Hands on the ball and I won't drop, no   Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch, no   It ain't 'cause I want to it's 'cause I gotta   Get it crip while the gettin' is good   Before the game is 10 percent skill and 90 percent Hollywood   I don't need that, I don't believe that   Everybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt      I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game   Nah! I'ma evolve continue to change   It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on   And keep it on, we keepin' it movin', to each his own   So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it   I'm just bein' real about it, X get hot nigga forget about it   Speech don't fail me now   Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down      We back on line, we came to ride   We deal, we stack, we multiply   We stay on the grind until we die   And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough      Above the rest, accept no less   Go ahead, check the game, be my guest   Somethin' brand new and heavy to get off my chest   Win time after time 'til there ain't none left   Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work   I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt   Everybody and anybody who come to my party   Like they ready to get rowdy and touch somebody      Who's that nigga y'all came to see? X   Often imitated, but cannot be, X   What's next, collect respect like paychecks   Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex   What do you believe in? I believe in   Seizin' the moment, livin' and dyin' to spit with a vengeance   Here for redemption been around forever   Y'all cats were just too blind to listen      We back on line, we came to ride   We deal, we stack, we multiply   We stay on the grind until we die   And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough      It ain't my fault, we keep droppin' hits   And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin' yo' bitch   It ain't shit changed, we gon' bang like this   And I'm drinkin' this fifth, we still don't take no shit      I got a sixth sense, that tells me you ain't worth six cents   I'm sick with my sixth sense   Whattup Doc? I'm gettin' down to business   Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district   Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it   Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the   Next man, it's the X-Man rollin'   Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin'      Make mine golden, permanent state issue   Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu   Long range missile, if we got issues   I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you   I'ma keep swingin' 'til the medics come get you   We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through   Peep the design from the mastermind   Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time!      We back on line, we came to ride   We deal, we stack, we multiply   We stay on the grind until we die   And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough      We back on line, we came to ride   We deal, we stack, we multiply   We stay on the grind until we die   And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough