The Futuristiks - First 48 lyrics

[Verse 1: Xzibit] Bring out the big guns, 50 Cal. headshots Put my hand up, turn my head when the gauge pops Serial k** sh**, only that real sh**, like a n***a with millions Welcome to the headlock, captivated, you old and dated while X stay activated You display it, let the camera roll on it You see it, but you don't want it, smother and crush my opponents Tyson mind state, fornicate, state to state Thank God for section 8 I'm a freight train full of c**aine to that mainland Half a billion staying insane is the game plan I am not the same man that you accustomed too Everything new, cue 7 on the avenue [Verse 2: Demrick] I did what I had to do, longitude latitude f** being a n***a half black with an attitude Never had gratitude, young and jaded And I guess that's why my MO is drunk and faded The way I got here is so complicated From way back in the day, I felt obligated To the streets, to the roots, to the groups I came from Never changed, kept it 100 since day one [Verse 3: B-Real] B-Real, Cypress Hill, raw deal, stainless steel, get your whole family k**ed That's for real, lips stay seamed and sealed If looks could k**, so much blood gone spill I fufill, nightmares live on your street Slow creep, 4 deep, bust with more heat The whole neighborhood got to starve when I eat There's nothing like a skull cracking hard on the concrete AK-47 on repeat, straight to Hell ain't no Heaven where you sleep Obsolete, 6 deep when I creep When I speak, people act properly Is it the cabbage or the cash or the broccoli n***a I don't give a f** cause I want all three