Yeah, I can drink a whole Hennessey fifth
Some call that a problem but I call it a gift
Xzibit make the whole continent shift, hell yeah
Invadin` your territory in a blaze of glory

A soldier story, livin` off nothin` but instinct
Bitch ni**az continue to floss an` lip-sync
An` I`ma just continue to flow, while rockin` the boat
Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope

Don`t make my Desert Eagle barrel touch the back of your throat
Always approach ni**az that`s known for killin` your folks
Be surprised who could turn around an` bust on y`all
Catch your mother or your sister comin` out of the mall

Bang holes through they coats an` they Macy bags
No retaliation, you basically runnin` with f**s
In these streets, you only good as your last transaction
Funny style an` these ni**az ain`t laughin`

Y`all got it all f**ked up in `Zero Zero`
Think life is a video for `Last Action Heroes`
Face the price you pay for the games you play
When it`s all said an` done at the end of the day, you gotta

Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feelin` the s**t, s**t is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill your glass up

Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feelin` the s**t, s**t is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill your glass up

Judge an` jury, don`t get your case dismissed
When I get pissed an` smash through the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, make your s**t knock
Hypnotical hard rock that don`t flop

It`s the best thing crackin`, my ni**a
Lotta rappers talk of flashin` the trigger but don`t ever deliver
From the home of the toe tag, lowriders an` body bags
Earthquakes, police with automatics an` nerve gas

Learn fast or get left behind quick
You testify, you get wrapped in plastic
Xzibit turn your SUV into a casket
Melt your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid

Drastic measures, we take just to get by
For all the s**t you gotta go through to get high
Stand by, do or die for the West coast
Wanna f**k with Xzibit but can`t come close, motherf**kers

Get your walk on, get your head tight
I know you feelin` the s**t, the s**t is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill your glass up

Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feelin` the s**t, s**t is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill your glass up

Tell y`all people to call my people
Recognize all men are not created equal
I`m lethal, all y`all fa**ots remain see-through
Only the kid from `The Sixth Sense` can peep you

When I get through, the world`ll be a better place
A little Jesus Christ mixed with some Leatherface
Go find some punch to spike, find some dope to lace
Pull a pistol from my waist, ni**a, reach for space

Smack the taste outta your mouth if you talk s**t
Or hit so hard to the chin, it make your back flip
My transcript number one up in this conference
It`s nonsense, all y`all ni**az want is conflict

Only associate with pros an` the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb bitch
An` then bounce with a couple, motherf**k a tussle
You never have enough muscle to stop a ni**a hustle

Get your walk on, get your head tight
I know you feelin` the s**t, s**t is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill your glass up

Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feelin` the s**t, s**t is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill your glass up

Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feelin` the s**t, s**t is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill your glass up

Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feelin` the s**t, s**t is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill your glass up