[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 rags 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 ..