Handle your business before your business handles you Mister X to the Z (and Defari Herut), one two (Remain true, regardless what we go through) Handle your business so you can stand on your on two Yeah, handle your business so you can stand on your on

You better get ready for the war It's so frustratin, so many hatin Somebody gon' make me break the law But I ain't waitin, there's no escapin Look ma top of the world, the best of the best King California, L-A-X Out the hood, in the penthouse, from the

But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Yeah.. yo.. c'mon Ride wit me, lemme take you somewhere My father was a soldier, my mother was a rider I was born wit my fists balled up, I'ma fighter Inspired, a real rhyme

I look you in the grill And I laugh inside Niggas always perpetratin Like they down to ride But please don't try to tell me What I can not see What's the real definiton

When I look you in your eyes I can see my own Straight love manifested in flesh and bone You's a breath of fresh air in this world of shit You was born to be a soldier don't ever forget Hit back when hit Use force that's effective All these bitches and

Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go Actin like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck fo' sho' Will the real X to the Z please stand up? With my niggaz and my guns, not givin a fuck Stickin 'em up at

C'mon Xzibit Yeah... Ahh, ahh, E-Dub It's that millennium ridiculous flow, I never let go Niggaz gettin' knocked out is part of my show Let 'em know who they fuckin' with yo, a rhyme wrangler

Feelin kinda rowdy, huh? Hey Now, Hey Now Can you feel the speakers jumpin Other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin Muggin in the club like they want to do somethin All the girls mean muggin 'cause they musta seen what a girl pulled up in In the

Keep it movin movin, keep it goin goin Watch me watch me, bonafide hard copy Hip-hop nazi dispose of the Liberace's Extra extra, enjoy the lecture from Hannibal Lector, now rewind selector Bounce it bounce it, smoke by the ounces Tan leather couches,

why'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Yeah, Stong Arm Steady One gang, four guns, how the West was won, let's go Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Loudmouths is always talkin