Verse 1: 
Yeah so it all comes down to this (what?) 
Specialist with a hit list 
Right fist bomb type M.G.M. fight night type (ding ding) 
So when I hits in the stage we can Face Off 
Watch me rattle your Nicholas Cage 
Bring heat in ridiculous ways never compromise 
Look into my eyes tell me what you see (what?) 
Victory ecstasy maybe Hennessy 
Energy wasted, enemies gettin' laced with 
That point blank to the face shit 
Who you think this is 
Young black bust a nigga ass strickly business man 
Self disciple Heinakin let the record spin 
Paparazzi all over again, times ten 
Like thee original sin 
I'm tryin' to fuck it up for everybody 
The hot ? get collect calls from John Gotti 
I kick back like karate 
Butter soft burn off and solid black Mazaratti like 

Hook: 
Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) 
No gain with no pain (it gets deeper then that) 
Dyin' in the fast lane (way deeper then that) 
To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at 

Verse 2: 
Long hair ganja smoke but don't be mistaken 
I ain't Jamacian 
Find another chick to jerk 
A world of hurt 9 to 5 puttin' in work 
Never rest put to the test get put to the death 
Never the less only greater than 
Trust no man 
Soon to have the whole wide world inside of my hand 
So I suggest you act right my insight like sunlight 
Burn your cornea 
Big bad California 
To the Waldord Historia (c'mon) 
N.Y.C. competition wish to some day roll like me 
But all I see is capital H-E-A-T 
I'm makin' motherfuckers Run like DMC (run) 
The Likwit MC is here to blaze a nigga like a fat one 
Non radio bangin' shit goin' platinum 
And keep slappin' 'em with a Colt 45 
While my Old English leave you broken down with a Crooked Ise (eye) 

Hook 

Verse 3: 
Suck it easy Movin' On Up like George and Weezy 
You can't stop it love it or leave it alone 
Xzibit writtin' more pages then the state penetentary 
Full of well known villians that wanna come home 
Never relax ain't no tellin' lay it on wax 
Make it bang let Stever sell 'em and dip 'em in chrome 
My nigga Bud'da chip off beats like cellular phones 
Heir to the thrown 
Xzibit bring the lead to your dome 
Like a 3rd world rebellion squad on your boulevard 
Protect they spots with heat 
They kids ggotta eat to make it big in Cali 
it depends on who you meet 
And who you sleep with 
Might find yourself in deep shit 
So hit me with your best shot 
I'm lookin' forward to it 
You shouldn't repeat it if you ain't really goin' through it 
How dare you try to check the fluid 
Rip the track chillin' on your big plans like Wilsure and Farefax 

Hook