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Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, we keep it bouncin this
Yeah, huh, we it movin like
Listen, listen, look..

The most man in America, I +Soul Assassinate+ your character
Quickly ya as easy as fuck!
Pressin my buttons nigga is just like pressin luck
China-white, a percent, pure uncut
Detonate, Little Kuwait, I'm blowin up
Go ahead, make your mistake, and throw that
pull this forty-four Mag and make you strip
then walk down the street naked, some gangsta
Make it complete, I yell dance, at your feet (Dance nigga!)
Niggaz be weak, I found out you talk in sleep
Since you a bitch, you back, went in for more cash
Baseball both of your legs, I'll on your ass

Xzibit]
You stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you
It ain't the dollars the principle of it so love it or leave it
Forever hardcore, so you better it
In all black, full metal that make you move back
Move units the way I used to move crack
You never stop me cause you too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you you know

Yeah, yeah, of the time I'm totin a nine
in my waistline or behind this close to my
I write these, negative fines, and for lines
Last seen in a trenchcoat, at Columbine
the design, make your remains hard to find
I ain't afraid to exchange fire, cross this line
Most got guns but still don't know how to aim right
I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin

[King
We sit upon a plateau, with guns and flow
Sadaam and Castro, to the last blow
I mash dough and half these you ass slow
It's relative, and all negative
It's like, 'cause flashin his gat, he cute
I'm paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot
+Assassinate+ the +Soul+ and bring
A fascinatin flow by King Trife,
I'm in a up position, my baby momma keep bitchin
Niggaz is dry snitchin, and
Not to mention, my cousin cookin crack in my
So why the fuck you think my keep flippin?
Plus niggaz round these parts got weak hearts
Call thugs when they let the heat spark
You mark, cross me and pay tax
Punch you in the mouth and take gat, motherfucker!