King Tee:. Now let me introduce whose first. The nigga that's been down. with the set since birth. Whatever it was worth. I checked in on the norm. Since a juvenile callin'. Shots in the dorm. Moms said you better get right. Or shake the spot. I chose to break and be a rollin' stone. Like pop. Stashin' the rocks by the gats. With the Gs. So I can talk crazy when the narks yell freeze!. I don't fight the feelin'. Gotta hustle with a passion. Comin' cross state to put you down. With some action. In actuallity I keeps it real in the streets. Remininsin' younger days. Over gangsa ass beats. And I. Hit the weed. Til myeye balls bleed. While my life is corrupted. By lust and greed. Serve you anything from cocaine. Up to speed. I came with the drank. So here's five on the weed. Xzibit:. See kids don't belong. Up in grown folks buisness. The Likwit niggas rollin' through with a thickness. Sickness bear witness. Like tequlla without a chaser. It burns going down. Niggas guarenteed to drown. Legendary sound. From the west coast underground. The mighty King Tee. And Mr. X to the Z see. Never underestimate the power. Of the X man. Dismantle your plans. Or just catch you with a back hand. Xzbit bring it to you live. With the know how. Cool in a gang. And ain't about to change. My lifestyle. Catchin' bodies in this uphill battle. But Xzibit unravel. Have smoke will travel. I bust Teflon rhymes. Into the crowd bitch. You anin't Steve Rif. So stop trying to get Loud. You need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision. Xzibit still winnin'. Unanimous decisions. King Tee:. It's going down. Once again everybody lay down. Run your money and the jewels. To the front without a sound. The infamous supreme King Tee. Glad to meet ya. Derranged in the mothafuckin' brain. Through ya speaka and hey. I walk around the hood lookin' looped. Strapped like a mothafuckin'. Desert strom troop. Niggas be like "King Tila. How you get that Benz?". By sending birds to Oklahoma City. To my friends. I slang my gangsta funk. Through the night. Sometimes I fight. Like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright. Compton is where I dwell. It's like hell. Slangin' the shit that got the smokers. In a spell. And all my homies live lives. Like crooks. Rich and infamous. Hoes wanna look but get shook. Cause we don't trust you hoes. You'll have a nigga fucked up. With a bullet through his clothes. Positively nothings positive. Negativity positively how we live. Positively nothings positive. Negativity positively how we live. Xzibit:. Ladies and gentlemen. Undivided attention. Xzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson. It's the.... Most dangerous things next to grizzles. Unsolved mysteries. Xzibit hit you penetentary style. Quick sharp and straight to the neck. I'm heavy on your chest. I'm all up in your life. Like stress. The coast that resides to your left. Whre niggas perpitrate. And catch a fate worse than death. And like Cyanide I'm hard to detect. Got more designs and straight lines. Than an architect. King Tee chapter four. Verse seven reads. Xzibit shall come and break down humanity. Niggas lose ther're sanity. Trying to handle me. Dysfunctional member of the Alkaholik family.