Spitshine

[Xzibit]I'ma clean this whole shit out like
colonics,
With words put together better than Sony
Electronics,
King of the jungle, humbly stay honest,
Eat with the lions, swim with piranhas,
Gasoline the
seem, strike the match,Inferno, I'm too thorough
nigga so stand back,I spit shine, get mine and rip
rhymesand make my career take an inclineI'm
strict with knives, straight with razors,Good with
grenades and great with gaugesBeen around the world in a
million stagesWatch niggas bitch up and go through
changesI had guns before thugs was in fashion,I
mashed out before niggas knew mashin,I knew terror before
the plane started crashin,I got punch lines and niggas
ain't laughin,
[Chorus: Xzibit]I'm
gon be here after the smoke die downInsomnia style,
I
won't lie downFight the good fight, don't need
no helpKeep your hands up, defend yo selfMove like
I move and live life long
Can't move up if ya heart not
strong
Get'cha own shit cuz this shits mine
Every
time I spit I shine
[Xzibit]Cocksucka I preach
what I practise, back shit up,Wrap this rap shit up, still
actin up,Get found in a trunk of an Acura,Y'all
suck like jail and Dracula,X turn up the heat, increase
the hatred,Straight stone faced don't fuck wit gay
shit,So I guess that means I can't fuck wit you
now,Two down, let off, vacate to new town,It feel
like Bishop and Juice nowGot a flame thrower that'll
burn big holes through your goose down,Rough sound, same
strong background,Been on black, the big boys layin chips
down,My whole train of thought isto bully any
mothafuckea wit problems and not get caughtI was blessed
with life but I curse ta deathI'ma spit ta my very
last breath - Fuck y'all!

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[Xzibit]Let me give this a three second look, I hit a
million dollar targetYou ain't came up yet, well
nigga let me show ya,Come across dope like planes and
boats,Like balloons filled with coke down a Mexican's
throat,You ever seen a man get smoked, they shit on they
self,Their body shake for a second then it gets
dissected,For evidence of the weapon and the people
involvedLet one nigga talk, everybody gettin caught fa
sho',I say that to say this (what?),If you
can't handle the time then ride the bitch,Might as
well touch ya tail and jump the fence,Castrate ya self,
expose the bitch,X go head up, but fuck, never ran from
it,I got a gauge with buck shot that you can't
stomach,You ain't a killa, you a album filla,You ain't a soldier, you a rap promoter, game over!
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