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The most wanted man in america, i +soul assassinate+ your character


Quickly embarass ya as easy as fuck!


Pressin my buttons nigga is just like pressin your luck


China-white, a hundred percent, pure uncut


Detonate, little kuwait, i`m blowin shit up


Go ahead, make your mistake, and throw that punch


I`ma pull this forty-four mag and make you strip


Then walk down the street naked, some gangsta shit


Make it complete, i yell dance, shoot at your feet (dance nigga!)


Niggaz be weak, i found out you talk in your sleep


Since you a bitch, you came back, went in for more cash


Baseball both of your legs, i`ll trip on your ass





[chorus: xzibit]


You never stop me cause you movin too slow


And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know


It ain`t the dollars it`s the principle of it so love it or leave it


Forever hardcore, so you better believe it


In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back


Move units the same way i used to move crack


You never stop me cause you movin too slow


And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know





[xzibit]


Yeah, yeah, most of the time i`m totin a nine


In my waistline or behind this close to my spine


I write these, negative fines, and heat for lines


Last seen in a black trenchcoat, at columbine


Peep the design, make your remains hard to find


I ain`t afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line


Most niggaz got guns but still don`t know how to aim right


I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin daylight





[chorus]





[king tee]


We sit upon a plateau, with guns and cash flow


Sadaam and castro, terror to the last blow


I mash dough and half these cats you ass slow


It`s relative, and all positively negative


It`s like, cuz flashin his gat, thinkin he cute


While i`m paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot


+assassinate+ the +soul+ and bring life


A fascinatin flow by king trife, listen


I`m in a fucked up position, my baby momma keep bitchin


Niggaz is dry snitchin, and switchin


Not to mention, my cousin cookin crack in my kitchen


So why the fuck you think my braincells keep flippin?


Plus most niggaz round these parts got weak hearts


Call theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark


You mark, cross me and pay that tax


Punch you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker!





[chorus 2x]

The most wanted man in america, i +soul assassinate+ your character


Quickly embarass ya as easy as fuck!


Pressin my buttons nigga is just like pressin your luck


China-white, a hundred percent, pure uncut


Detonate, little kuwait, i`m blowin shit up


Go ahead, make your mistake, and throw that punch


I`ma pull this forty-four mag and make you strip


Then walk down the street naked, some gangsta shit


Make it complete, i yell dance, shoot at your feet (dance nigga!)


Niggaz be weak, i found out you talk in your sleep


Since you a bitch, you came back, went in for more cash


Baseball both of your legs, i`ll trip on your ass





[chorus: xzibit]


You never stop me cause you movin too slow


And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know


It ain`t the dollars it`s the principle of it so love it or leave it


Forever hardcore, so you better believe it


In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back


Move units the same way i used to move crack


You never stop me cause you movin too slow


And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know





[xzibit]


Yeah, yeah, most of the time i`m totin a nine


In my waistline or behind this close to my spine


I write these, negative fines, and heat for lines


Last seen in a black trenchcoat, at columbine


Peep the design, make your remains hard to find


I ain`t afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line


Most niggaz got guns but still don`t know how to aim right


I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin daylight





[chorus]





[king tee]


We sit upon a plateau, with guns and cash flow


Sadaam and castro, terror to the last blow


I mash dough and half these cats you ass slow


It`s relative, and all positively negative


It`s like, cuz flashin his gat, thinkin he cute


While i`m paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot


+assassinate+ the +soul+ and bring life


A fascinatin flow by king trife, listen


I`m in a fucked up position, my baby momma keep bitchin


Niggaz is dry snitchin, and switchin


Not to mention, my cousin cookin crack in my kitchen


So why the fuck you think my braincells keep flippin?


Plus most niggaz round these parts got weak hearts


Call theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark


You mark, cross me and pay that tax


Punch you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker!





[chorus 2x]

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