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
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
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 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