Xzibit and Tash Freestyle

*send corrections directly to typist*<br><br>"I ain`t havin that, I ain`t havin that<br> I ain`t havin that, I ain`t havin that" [Redman]<br><br>[Xzibit]<br>>From now till forever it`s the Likwit MC<br>X to the Z, you get Banned From TV<br>Fuckin wit me, Likwit niggas L-A-C<br>Captivate, visually stimulate the whole country (what you see?)<br>In God we trust, but don`t trust us<br>I`m ready to bust some lead in disgust<br>My homie Tony Touch said "Relax, roll a dutch"<br>I`m on the grind like a clutch, bust ya, they never had this much<br>That`ll take it to the streets, play the game never forfeit<br>This same time next year, we goin corporate<br>You can`t force what don`t fit<br>Your style is like a pistol wit no kick, you`re weak and you don`t hit<br>Bitches catch nuttin but dick, fuck the BS<br>Beat it to death, call Triple Seis, Triz from TS<br>Yeah, Hennesey For Everbody in my empire<br>Enemies get Kennedy-ed in my line of fire<br><br>[Tash]<br>Tash swings like Mark McGwire, X swings like Sammy Sosa<br>These guns up in my hoslter got me on the wanted poster<br>Runnin from the law, tryin to stay low-key<br>Old E and D&D lace the 50 MC<br>Then it`s back to LAX, rough beats and concepts<br>They know they can`t smoke me so they send me bomb threats<br>I`m rough like sex wit my ex<br>Tash beat the pussy up for old times sake, and then he just<br>Dash to cassettes, I hold the vinyl title<br>Xzibit holds it down wit the rifle<br>I`m runnin wit the trifle, LA tell these thugs<br>That New York City don`t need no Bloods (why?)<br>Cuz next comes the Crips, that`s when the city flips<br>Niggas dyin over colors when it`s all about the chips<br>So read it off the lips of the Alki bum-rusher<br>I`ll fuck you up so bad Tony wouldn`t wanna Touch ya