Loud & Clear (feat. Defari, King T & Butch Cassidy)

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 same
 Clear 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 hit
 I 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 glock
 Sick 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'mon
 There'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 tears
 They 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 X
 Likwit 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, unlisted
 Guns 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' it
 Standin' 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, niggaz
 Let'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 dip
 No 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 clothes
 There'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 separateness
 My 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 ya
 Built 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 production
 Don'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 yo
 There'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 real
 Speak now and you'll be brought to tears