Dj Muggs

You Better Believe It

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[Xzibit]Yeah, yeah!Yeah, we keep it bouncin like thisYeah, huh, we keep it movin likeListen, listen, look..The most wanted man in America, I +Soul Assassinate+ your characterQuickly embarass ya as easy as fuck!Pressin my buttons nigga is just like pressin your luckChina-white, a hundred percent, pure uncutDetonate, Little Kuwait, I`m blowin shit upGo ahead, make your mistake, and throw that punchI`ma pull this forty-four Mag and make you stripthen walk down the street naked, some gangsta shitMake it complete, I yell dance, shoot at your feet (Dance nigga!)Niggaz be weak, I found out you talk in your sleepSince you a bitch, you came back, went in for more cashBaseball both of your legs, I`ll trip on your ass[Chorus: Xzibit]You never stop me cause you movin too slowAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you knowIt ain`t the dollars it`s the principle of it so love it or leave itForever hardcore, so you better believe itIn all black, full metal jackets that make you move backMove units the same way I used to move crackYou never stop me cause you movin too slowAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know[Xzibit]Yeah, yeah, most of the time I`m totin a ninein my waistline or behind this close to my spineI write these, negative fines, and heat for linesLast seen in a black trenchcoat, at ColumbinePeep the design, make your remains hard to findI ain`t afraid to exchange fire, just cross this lineMost niggaz got guns but still don`t know how to aim rightI remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin daylight[Chorus][King Tee]We sit upon a plateau, with guns and cash flowSadaam and Castro, terror to the last blowI mash dough and half these cats you ass slowIt`s relative, and all positively negativeIt`s like, cuz flashin his gat, thinkin he cutewhile I`m paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot+Assassinate+ the +Soul+ and bring lifeA fascinatin flow by King Trife, listenI`m in a fucked up position, my baby momma keep bitchinNiggaz is dry snitchin, and switchinNot to mention, my cousin cookin crack in my kitchenSo why the fuck you think my braincells keep flippin?Plus most niggaz round these parts got weak heartsCall theyselves thugs when they let the heat sparkYou mark, cross me and pay that taxPunch you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker![Chorus 2X]

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