[Intro: Xzibit]

Yo, bring it live every time, mothafuckin' X

To the Z, heh

We got Hurricane G bringin' live though

In 1996, yo

There's a lot of wack motherfuckers out there, hah

But we 'bout to bring it live every time like this

Bring it, bring it, check it

I tell 'em no, yo, yo, yo yeah-ah, yeah

[Verse 1: Xzibit & J-Ro]

I look you in your grill and I laugh inside

Niggas always perpetrating like they down to ride

But please, don't try to tell me what I cannot see

What's the real definition of a fake MC?

Muthafuckas only rapping since '93 and expect all props

Them gettin' dropped like hot rocks

"So stop what they doing 'cause I'm about to ruin," like Shock G

Get turned to stone tryna rock me

I separate my thought process from stress

24 tracks inside my brain, tryna maintain

I bang shit without no gang or Jheri curls

I seem like Kadeem in a whole Different World

The girls (Girls!), the cars (Cars!)

Niggas lose themselves (Yeah), forgettin' who they are

When they try to be that superstar

You don't understand, it's all in the game plan, exploit the art

And watch Hip-Hop fall apart

But I'ma do my part, and stay true

And keep breaking down bitch niggas like you, hah

[Chorus: Hurricane G & Xzibit]

Uh

I'm not the type to play games or drop names

Just maintain, burn niggas out the frame

(Yeah, like that! Heh)

Doin' my part to stay true (Hah! Check it)

And keep breaking down bitch niggas like you

[Verse 2: Xzibit]

And above all else, I represent it for myself

Leavin' muthafuckas stretched out

Or better yet X'ed out

Xzibit accelerate, I rush it to the extreme like nicotine

Never get me clean from your bloodstream

We all can't bust, so do it how you must

And if you hustle (Hustle!), avoid gettin rushed with handcuffs

Plus, in God we trust, but don't trust us

We just add to the ashes, then kick up the dust like that

[Verse 3: J-Ro & Xzibit]

I make it seem like you having bad dreams (Yeah, yeah)

Have you wakin' up out your sleep by your own screams

Xzibit has arrived, goddamit...

We 'bout to rock the whole planet, and bitch niggas can't stand it

Try to play the back and look intense, you need to hit a fence

You don't want none of this hands-on experience

I'm not the type to play games or drop names

I just maintain and burn rappers out the frame (Hurricane G!), yeah

[Verse 4: Hurricane G, Xzibit & Both]

I bring it to the roughest, toughest mic killers

Check a wannabe niggas (Nigga! Yeah, yeah)

And you burn bitches, type vicious

Imitating Hurricane flow for riches (Like that! Ha)

You don't know the half, I got the ill vocab

Doobie rap style getting bucked (Yeah, hah!)

More freaky than your last good fuck

Milkin' you like ba ba pieces (Wooo! Hah, like that!)

Meetin' niggas' lyrical wishes

Writin' rhymes and washin' out dishes (Hah!)

Flowin' with the Likwit (Yeah!), wicked

Representin' with my nigga Xzibit (That's right)

And we gon' do it, and do it, and do it

(Ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah! Like that!)

And do it 'til you satisfied!

'Cause shit is tight

Boricua C.E.O. on the mic (Woo! Ahh)

Smashin' and trashin', fuck Moschino fashions

All you muthafuckas need to stop askin'!

(Yeah! Hah, 1996)

Valued more than the chrome on your last set of wheels!

Hurricane! (Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah!)

Here to reign on your brain, just maintain

Just–just maintain

[Outro: Xzibit]

Yeah, tssh, just maintain

Stop tryna keep it real, hah

And just maintain

Like that