Loud & Clear

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Xzibit] 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 niggas 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 shit Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted 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 niggas 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 [Chorus: Butch Cassidy & Xzibit] There's no one out there For us to fear, I'll say it loud and clear (Yeah, we ain't scared of none you motherfuckers) Who can say they're close to us? Speak now and you'll be brought to tears [Verse 2: King Tee & (Xzibit)] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple Teller take a loss, still floss, all bets If Trife can't cover the house, call X (What up?) Likwit Crew brothers, Blues Brothers Move somethin', make killers do somethin', for real The bitch made off the politic with the skill Now shit's all twisted, unlisted Guns fixed it, best not speak 'bout the Likwit We gifted, 24 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, niggas [Interlude: Butch Cassidy & Xzibit] Let's get with it, I was born to trip Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip (Yeah) We ain't for games and shit Change your spot, 'cause we're known to dip (C'mon) No time for chasin' hoes (Hell nah) I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low (Shit is low) There's no need to speak on those (C'mon y'all) Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes [Verse 3: Defari] There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto Pops Finnish choco-late, moms Mississippi yellow Caramel, Cherokee Black man, with a pedigree of excellence Together we rise, no time for seperateness 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 of "Fuck ya" [Verse 4: Xzibit] 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 curtains, shut down your whole production Don't be scared, be prepared, niggas do be bustin' Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin' Yo, you wanna stop the X? Try your best I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so, yo [Outro: Butch Cassidy & Xzibit] There's no one out there For us to fear, I'll say it loud and clear (Yeah, we ain't scared of none of you motherfuckers) Who can say they're close to us? Speak now and you'll be brought to tears (Front line all the time, motherfucker) Gather all around to see how we display our vicious skills (We gotta spit it after spit it after rhyme spit it) I done seen and heard enough Let's prove the West Coast is for real Speak now and you'll be brought to tears