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Loud & Clear

Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price

Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice

I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ

To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the sameClear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me

You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'

I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit

Like every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hitI transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted

Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic

It's like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks

I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glockSick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not

Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops

Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot

And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home without it, c'monThere's no one out there for us to fear

I'll say it loud and clear

(Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)

Who can say they're close to us

Speak now and you'll be brought to tearsThey probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central

With the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple

Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets

If Trife can't cover the house, call XLikwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers

Move somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real

The bitch made often politic with the skill

Now shit's all twisted, unlistedGuns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted

Twenty-four hours and still lifted

Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested

Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' itStandin' at the bar, soft-styled in the cut

"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much"

Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup

The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggazLet's get with it, I was born to trip

Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip

We ain't for games and shit

Change your spot 'cause we're known to dipNo time for chasin' hoes

I'm on a mission 'cause my cash is low

There's no need to speak on those

Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothesThere's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto

Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow

Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence

Together we rise, no time for separatenessMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack

Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act

Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler

Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to fuck yaBuilt to run forever, X the infinite

First line of defense to smash through the immigrants

Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'

Close the curtain, shut down your whole productionDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'

Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'

Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best

I'm still fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yoThere's no one out there for us to fear

I'll say it loud and clear

(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you motherfuckers)

Who can say they're close to us?

Speak now and you'll be brought to tears

(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)Gather all around, to see

How we display our vicious skills

(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')

I done seen and heard enough

Let's prove the West Coast is for realSpeak now and you'll be brought to tears

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