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Defari Herut
Xzibit]
Yeah, uh, what, worldwide
Yeah, Im forever, ever lastin, spread the wealth
So we gonna move on em quickly (what)
Procrastination like masturbation, your fuckin yourself
See I was raised to love black, but sometimes
No chance to think about coming back
Chain smoke em, turn they lungs black
Black folks wanna sweat you harder than the oneNever participate in dumb, def and blind shit
Plus I got my little man, so daily I'm reminded
The ride only gets rougher (right)
But I'll be damned if me and my niggas suffer
Smuggle this motherucker with the raw shit, I'm blessed wit
Showed heart, but got cardiac arrested
Lookin at the world, burned for the young and the desperate
The whole intent to rock the shit, keep the herb lit
More than a nigga with an image and a press kit
The wreck hits, creates desert land, desolate
[Chorus&
Mister X to the Z (and Defari Herut), one two
Handle your business before your business handles you
Yeah, handle your business so you can stand on your on two
(Remain true, regardless what we go through)
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[Defari Herut]
Everyday I puts in down in LA, hustle in this
Assassin lyricist, serious, muscle in this
We blaze shows, never no Half Step
Tactics, BI call the bets, I know we got coordinates on more games to wreck
No false images, no bullshit semantics
We planned this, for hundred of thousands
Don't contemplate what you can't even demostrate
Reignin/Rainin on they brains with lyrics, from the mountains
Nigga who wanna hate but front like its all great
Defari lottery draftpick, never the second rate
I gots no time for these emotional niggas, I gots to motivate
Moves to make, best rhyme straight
That's for the old school, this here's our year, it's time to elevate
Handle this, don't hesitate got money to make
Push maximum levels from the Golden State
[Defari Herut]
This combination's high calibre
Hatians stay amazed and confused like this was algebra
I'm scoutin the, best land for property
Never sloppily, picture someone stoppin me
From gettin mine, line after line
And you wonder why I call these fake niggas Miller
they think they Genuine; I'm startin to shine, imported Italian
With a custom made Herut charm as my medallion
[Xzibit]
Seem like, I recite the same prayer every night
Watch my folks, make sure my dogs stay tight
Till then, lick it to the chin, let it begin
And fully prepared to gunfight in broad daylight
We could break bread or break skin; and watch me send it
Try not to break the law, sometimes I gotta bend it
And my directions, suggest for your own protection
You motherfuckers keep it movin like an intersection
Serious business [Fuck you, like that Mr. X to the Z, Defari Herut. Yeah, yeah right? [3X]
What, keep it movin like this y'all
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