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)