When you goin' through mad shit And it just seem like you can get out of it, nowhere and shit You thinkin' you puttin' your shit in and you thinkin' You
think that you can ever stop the kid OH NO Chorus So if you get in my way you know yer done son You best believe what I say you better run son Fuucck
it backwards Bust it Backwards Do you know where you're going to And do you like the things that Ready C is showin' you? Showing you Where you're goin' to, goin
in money, power, and respect First You get the money Then you get the muthafuckin, power After you get the fuckin' power muthafuckas will respect you
like this Check it out, people, whoever you are Whoever you with, where ever you at Where ever you from, where ever you goin' I?m gon put you up on this
Duece got his, you better think twice bitch 'cause you got kids Plus, I know what you did, add that to the fact I know where you live Thug life and you
you to the Marin County Sheriff department Fuck you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u-s-h Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa Fuck you to
business or your holidays You where my down south niggas at, wha, what You where my north side niggas at, wha, what You where my east side niggas at, wha, what You where
truth for you get inda booth You know think about the bone flow for hoes I aint nice like ??wanna split ya mouth Betta get you that dough you old hoes
Down to the end till it's over, give me the last shot Totally out of control, but what the fuck I'm goin' all out Where they at, got to go get 'em black, beat that buster
Intro: [An interview with Xzibit] [I] I want to ask you, what is more important to you guys? All the money that you guys are talkin' about? Or
niggaz ain't scared, they do it for bread See they gon' come go with me Bustin' up heads and lettin' loose lead And what do yo rhyme even matter After you licked you
my high breakin rules you got ya P's mixed up you ain't no pimp you's a forty I spit for major mix while you make tapes for ya homie and then you work
said, "Could you help me out? I got some friends down the way" The man says, "Get out of here, I'll tear you limb from limb" I said "You know, they refused
If you bust up in the air, you ain't killin' the sky Feelin' the high, nigga is you willin' to lie You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't stealin' the pie
I'm a one-man band and you are my fan Don't you understand? I'm like superman Yeah, the man of steel, don't you know the deal? You better be for real
One time, yo Never liked son from day one, bring you tool That nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a bitch-ass Who care where you came from, you ain
really know what dope stuff sounds like If it sounds good, sounds funky or sounds hype Put your ear to this and let me know what you think Yo Pooh, bust