Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price
Sacrifice worth waitin` on the platinum and ice
I`m precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ
To change the game, while y`all ni**az remain the same

Clear the lane, comin` through like Kobe, you can`t hold me
You can`t stop me, ever since I dropped `Paparazzi`
I done watched the game unfold into some hideous s**t
Like every idiot that can spit be droppin` a hit

I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bulls**tted
Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic
It`s like tryin` to squeeze water from rocks
I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock

Sick of ni**az 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, c`mon

There`s no one out there for us to fear
I`ll say it loud and clear
(Yeah, we ain`t scared of nothin` y`all motherf**kers)
Who can say they`re close to us
Speak now and you`ll be brought to tears

They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin` off on Central
With the rag back, lookin` like life`s so simple
Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets
If Trife can`t cover the house, call X

Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers
Move somethin`, make killers do somethin`, f`real
The bitch made often politic with the skill
Now s**t`s all twisted, unlisted

Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted
Twenty-four hours and still lifted
Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain`t interested
Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain`t 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, ni**az

Let`s get with it, I was born to trip
Stay on the lookout, ain`t no time to slip
We ain`t for games and s**t
Change your spot `cause we`re known to dip

No time for chasin` hoes
I`m on a mission `cause my cash is low
There`s no need to speak on those
Doggy rags are the gangsta`s clothes

There`s two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto
Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow
Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence
Together we rise, no time for separateness

My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack
Of a smack to a bird who don`t know how to act
Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler
Good ol` wrangler in his day with that attitude to f**k ya

Built to run forever, X the infinite
First line of defense to smash through the immigrants
Can`t straddle the fence, it`s all or nothin`
Close the curtain, shut down your whole production

Don`t be scared, be prepared, ni**az do be bustin`
Without thinkin`, I mastered the art of hard drinkin`
Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best
I`m still f**kin` with your pockets like the IRS, so yo

There`s no one out there for us to fear
I`ll say it loud and clear
(Yeah, we ain`t scared of none a you motherf**kers)
Who can say they`re close to us?
Speak now and you`ll be brought to tears
(Front line all the time, motherf**kers)

Gather all around, to see
How we display our vicious skills
(You guys spinnin` after spinnin` after rhyme spinnin`)
I done seen and heard enough
Let`s prove the West Coast is for real

Speak now and you`ll be brought to tears