You Better Believe It
King Lee/Xzibit Lyrics

The most wanted man in America, I +Soul Assassinate+ your character
I am the most wanted person in America, and I can ruin your reputation.

Quickly embarrass ya as easy as fuck!
I can easily humiliate you without any effort.

Pressin my buttons nigga is just like pressin your luck
Provoking me is like gambling with your fate.

China-white, a hundred percent, pure uncut
I have access to high-quality drugs.

Detonate, Little Kuwait, I'm blowin shit up
I am causing a lot of destruction, just like in the Gulf War.

Go ahead, make your mistake, and throw that punch
If you want to make a mistake by attacking me, go ahead and try.

I'ma pull this forty-four Mag and make you strip
I will use my gun to make you undress.

Then walk down the street naked, some gangsta shit
I will make you walk around naked in public, just to humiliate you more.

Make it complete, I yell dance, shoot at your feet (Dance nigga!)
To make the humiliation even worse, I will shoot near your feet and make you dance.

Niggaz be weak, I found out you talk in your sleep
People can be easily manipulated, and I know your secrets.

Since you a bitch, you came back, went in for more cash
You are a weak person, and you are foolishly coming back for more money.

Baseball both of your legs, I'll trip on your ass
I will break both of your legs with a baseball bat just to make you fall.

You never stop me cause you movin too slow
You cannot stop me because you are too slow and unproductive.

And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know
You might think you know who we are, but we are not what you expect.

It ain't the dollars it's the principle of it so love it or leave it
I care more about principles than money, so accept it or leave.

Forever hardcore, so you better believe it
We are always going to be hardcore, so you should believe that.

In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back
We wear all black with bulletproof vests that intimidate others.

Move units the same way I used to move crack
We sell our music the same way I used to sell drugs.

Yeah, yeah, most of the time I'm totin a nine
I usually carry a gun with me.

In my waistline or behind this close to my spine
I hide my gun either in my waistband or behind my back.

I write these, negative fines, and heat for lines
I write aggressive and powerful lyrics.

Last seen in a black trenchcoat, at Columbine
I was last seen wearing a black trench coat at the Columbine school shooting.

Peep the design, make your remains hard to find
My plan is well thought-out, and I will make sure there are no traces left.

I ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line
I am not afraid to shoot back if you cross the line.

Most niggaz got guns but still don't know how to aim right
Most people have guns but do not know how to use them accurately.

I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin daylight
I am always prepared and sleep during the day to avoid the sunlight.

We sit upon a plateau, with guns and cash flow
We have power, money, and weapons.

Sadaam and Castro, terror to the last blow
We are as powerful and feared as Saddam Hussein and Fidel Castro.

I mash dough and half these cats you ass slow
I make a lot of money, and most people are not as successful as I am.

It's relative, and all positively negative
It is all a matter of perspective, and it can be both good and bad.

'Cause flashin his gat, thinkin he cute
Someone who shows off his gun and thinks it is cool.

While I'm paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot
While I am nervous and anxious from making money illegally, I still have an urge to shoot people.

+Assassinate+ the +Soul+ and bring life
I can destroy someone's spirit and bring them back to life.

A fascinatin flow by King Trife, listen
My rap style is impressive, and people should pay attention.

I'm in a fucked up position, my baby momma keep bitchin
I am in a difficult situation, and my ex-girlfriend keeps complaining.

Niggaz is dry snitchin, and switchin
People are snitching on me behind my back and changing their stories.

Not to mention, my cousin cookin crack in my kitchen
My cousin is making drugs in my own kitchen.

So why the fuck you think my braincells keep flippin?
Why do you think I am losing my mind right now?

Plus most niggaz round these parts got weak hearts
Most people around here are weak and cowardly.

Call theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark
They consider themselves tough but cannot handle a gun properly.

You mark, cross me, and pay that tax
If you cross me, you will face violent consequences.

Punch you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker!
I will punch you and take your gun from you.