"Loud & Clear" lyrics

[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

[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

[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
Tela 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

[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

[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"

[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

[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