[Verse 1: Xzibit]

Bring out the big guns, 50 Cal. headshots

Put my hand up, turn my head when the gauge pops

Serial kill shit, only that real shit, like a nigga with millions

Welcome to the headlock, captivated, you old and dated while X stay activated

You display it, let the camera roll on it

You see it, but you don't want it, smother and crush my opponents

Tyson mind state, fornicate, state to state

Thank God for section 8

I'm a freight train full of cocaine to that mainland

Half a billion staying insane is the game plan

I am not the same man that you accustomed too

Everything new, cue 7 on the avenue

[Verse 2: Demrick]

I did what I had to do, longitude latitude

Fuck being a nigga half black with an attitude

Never had gratitude, young and jaded

And I guess that's why my MO is drunk and faded

The way I got here is so complicated

From way back in the day, I felt obligated

To the streets, to the roots, to the groups I came from

Never changed, kept it 100 since day one

[Verse 3: B-Real]

B-Real, Cypress Hill, raw deal, stainless steel, get your whole family killed

That's for real, lips stay seamed and sealed

If looks could kill, so much blood gone spill

I fufill, nightmares live on your street

Slow creep, 4 deep, bust with more heat

The whole neighborhood got to starve when I eat

There's nothing like a skull cracking hard on the concrete

AK-47 on repeat, straight to Hell ain't no Heaven where you sleep

Obsolete, 6 deep when I creep

When I speak, people act properly

Is it the cabbage or the cash or the broccoli

Nigga I don't give a fuck cause I want all three