Loud & Clear Lyrics - Restless - Xzibit

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