Muggs Presents * The Soul Assassins II

[Xzibit]<br>Yeah, yeah!<br>Yeah, we keep it bouncin like this<br>Yeah, huh, we keep it movin like<br>Listen, listen, look..<br><br>The most wanted man in America, I +Soul Assassinate+ your character<br>Quickly embarass ya as easy as fuck!<br>Pressin my buttons nigga is just like pressin your luck<br>China-white, a hundred percent, pure uncut<br>Detonate, Little Kuwait, I`m blowin shit up<br>Go ahead, make your mistake, and throw that punch<br>I`ma pull this forty-four Mag and make you strip<br>then walk down the street naked, some gangsta shit<br>Make it complete, I yell dance, shoot at your feet (Dance nigga!)<br>Niggaz be weak, I found out you talk in your sleep<br>Since you a bitch, you came back, went in for more cash<br>Baseball both of your legs, I`ll trip on your ass<br><br>[Chorus: Xzibit]<br>You never stop me cause you movin too slow<br>And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know<br>It ain`t the dollars it`s the principle of it so love it or leave it<br>Forever hardcore, so you better believe it<br>In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back<br>Move units the same way I used to move crack<br>You never stop me cause you movin too slow<br>And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know<br><br>[Xzibit]<br>Yeah, yeah, most of the time I`m totin a nine<br>in my waistline or behind this close to my spine<br>I write these, negative fines, and heat for lines<br>Last seen in a black trenchcoat, at Columbine<br>Peep the design, make your remains hard to find<br>I ain`t afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line<br>Most niggaz got guns but still don`t know how to aim right<br>I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin daylight<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[King Tee]<br>We sit upon a plateau, with guns and cash flow<br>Sadaam and Castro, terror to the last blow<br>I mash dough and half these cats you ass slow<br>It`s relative, and all positively negative<br>It`s like, cuz flashin his gat, thinkin he cute<br>while I`m paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot<br>+Assassinate+ the +Soul+ and bring life<br>A fascinatin flow by King Trife, listen<br>I`m in a fucked up position, my baby momma keep bitchin<br>Niggaz is dry snitchin, and switchin<br>Not to mention, my cousin cookin crack in my kitchen<br>So why the fuck you think my braincells keep flippin?<br>Plus most niggaz round these parts got weak hearts<br>Call theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark<br>You mark, cross me and pay that tax<br>Punch you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker!<br><br>[Chorus 2X]