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

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

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

Yeah, yeah, most of the time I'm a nine
in my waistline or this close to my spine
I write these, fines, and heat for lines
Last in a black trenchcoat, at Columbine
Peep the design, make remains hard to find
I ain't afraid to exchange fire, just this line
Most niggaz got guns but still know how to aim right
I remain tight, in a coffin, avoidin daylight

[King
We sit upon a plateau, guns and cash flow
Sadaam and Castro, to the last blow
I mash dough and half these you ass slow
relative, and all positively negative
It's like, flashin his gat, thinkin he cute
while I'm paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to
+Assassinate+ the +Soul+ and bring
A fascinatin flow by King Trife,
I'm in a fucked up position, my baby momma bitchin
is dry snitchin, and switchin
Not to mention, my cousin crack in my kitchen
So why the fuck you think my braincells flippin?
Plus most niggaz 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 that gat, motherfucker!