Deeper Lyrics - 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz - Xzibit

Yeah 

So it all comes down to this (what?) 

Specialist with a hit list 

Right fist bomb type M.G.M. Fight night type (ding ding) 

So when I hits in the stage we can Face Off 

Watch me rattle your Nicholas Cage 

Bring heat in ridiculous ways 

Never compromise look into my eyes 

Tell me what you see (what?) 

Victory ecstasy maybe Hennessy 

Energy wasted, enemies gettin' laced with 

That point blank to the face shit 

Who you think this is 

Young black bust a nigga ass strickly business man 

Self disciple Heineken let the record spin 

Paparazzi all over again 

Times ten like thee original sin 

I'm tryin' to fuck it up for everybody 

The hot toddy, get collect calls from John Gotti 

I kick back like karate butter soft burn off 

And solid black Maserati like 

Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) 

No gain with no pain (it gets deeper then that) 

Dyin' in the fast lane (way deeper then that) 

To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at 

Long hair ganja smoke but don't be mistaken 

I ain't Jamaican, find another chicken to jerk 

A world of hurt nine to five puttin' in work 

Never rest put to the test get put to the death 

Never the less only greater than trust no man 

Soon to have the whole wide world inside of my hand 

So I suggest you act right my insight like sunlight 

Burn your cornea big bad California 

To the Waldorf-Astoria, N.Y.C. 

Competition wish to some day roll like me 

But all I see is capital H-E-A-T 

I'm makin' motherfuckers Run like DMC 

The Likwit MC is here to blaze a nigga like a fat one 

Non radio bangin' shit goin' platinum 

And keep slappin' 'em with a Colt 45 

While my Old English leave you broken down with a crooked eye 

Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) 

Dyin' in the fast lane (it gets deeper then that) 

Yo man fuckin' you, dang (way deeper then that) 

To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at 

Suck it easy movin' on up like George and Weezy 

You can't stop it love it or leave it alone 

Xzibit writtin' more pages then the state penetentary 

Full of well known villians that wanna come home 

Never relax ain't no tellin' lay it on wax 

Make it bang let Stever sell 'em and dip 'em in chrome 

My nigga Bud'da chip off beats like cellular phones 

Heir to the thrown, Xzibit bring the lead to your dome 

Like a 3rd world rebellion squad on your boulevard 

Protect they spots with heat they kids gotta eat 

To make it big in Cali it depends on who you meet 

And who you sleep with might find yourself in deep shit 

So hit me with your best shot, I'm lookin' forward to it 

You shouldn't repeat it if you ain't really goin' through it 

How dare you try to check the fluid rip the track 

Chillin' on your big plans like Wilsure and Farefax 

Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) 

Dyin' in the fast lane (it gets deeper then that) 

No gain with no pain (way deeper then that) 

To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at