Loud Clear

[xzibit]

Yeah..

Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price

Sacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and ice

Im precise with the merchandise, came back like christ

To change the game, while yall niggaz remain the same

Clear the lane, comin through like kobe, you cant hold me

You cant 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

Its 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, cmon

[chorus: butch cassidy]

Theres no one out there, for us, to fear

Ill say it loud and clear..

Who can say theyre close, to us

Speak now and youll be brought, to tears

[king tee]

They probably saw me on the 91 east, gettin off on central

With the rag back, lookin like lifes so simple

Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets

If trife cant cover the house, call x

Likwit crew brothers, blues brothers

Move somethin, make killers do somethin, freal

The bitch-made often politic with the skill

Now shits 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 aint interested

Bitches come a dime and a dove, we aint 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]

Lets get with it, I was born to trip

Stay on the lookout, aint no time to slip

We aint for games and shit

Change your spot, cause were known to dip

No time for chasin hoes

Im on a mission cause my cash is low

Theres no need to speak on those

Doggy rags are the gangstas clothes

[defari]

Theres 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 dont 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

Cant straddle the fence, its all or nothin

Close the curtain, shut down your whole production

Dont 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

Im 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

Lets prove the west coast is for real

.. speak now and youll be brought to tears ..