[Xzibit]   Yeah..   Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price   Sacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and ice   I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ   to change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same   Clear the lane, comin through like Kobe, you can't hold me   You can't stop me, ever since I dropped "Paparazzi"   I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit   Like every idiot that can spit be droppin a hit   I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted   Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic   It's like tryin to squeeze water from rocks   I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock   Sick of niggaz screamin they hot, but really they not   Beatin you all to the ground like six L.A. cops   Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot   and lived to tell about it, never leavin home without it, c'mon      [Chorus: Butch Cassidy]   There's no one out there, for us, to fear   I'll say it loud and clear..   Who can say they're close, to us   Speak now and you'll be brought, to tears      [King Tee]   They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin off on Central   with the rag back, lookin like life's so simple   Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets   If Trife can't cover the house, call X   Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers   Move somethin, make killers do somethin, f'real   The bitch-made often politic with the skill   Now shit's all twisted, unlisted   Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit   We gifted, twenty-four hours and still lifted   (*X*: Bitch keep your vagina) We drunk and ain't interested   Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin it   Standin at the bar, soft-styled in the cut   "Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much!"   Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup   The West and Eastside keep smokin them blunts, niggaz      [Interlude: Butch Cassidy]   Let's get with it, I was born to trip   Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip   We ain't for games and shit   Change your spot, cause we're known to dip   No time for chasin hoes   I'm on a mission cause my cash is low   There's no need to speak on those   Doggy (?) are the gangsta's clothes      [Defari]   There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto   Pops Finnish choco-late, moms Mississippi yellow   Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence   Together we rise, no time for seperateness   My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a jack   of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act   Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler   Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude of "Fuck ya"      [Xzibit]   Built to run forever, X the infinite   First line of defense to smash through the immigrants   Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin   Close the curtain, shut down your whole production   Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin   without thinkin; I mastered the art of hard drinkin   Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best   I'm still fuckin with your pockets like the IRS, so yo      [Chorus]      [Butch Cassidy]   Gather all around, to see   how we display our vicious skills   I done seen and heard, enough   Let's prove the West coast is for real      .. speak now and you'll be brought to tears ..