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[Tash]Ahh, ahhI be killin it (why Tash?) cause I be feelin itI get money so no need for stealin itI work diligent beneath the Earth's soilwhere I write rhymes so fresh it's like I wrapped my styles in foilBut I sit at home and boil spicy rum when it's freezingCause I from the Likwid crew where we got drinks for every seasonMaybe that's the reason why I live high all JulyAnd the place I buy my beer is callin in for more supplyMaybe not, maybe so, maybe yes, maybe noMaybe niggaz got some friends that wanna battle for some doughIf you know somebody holla, cause I take those extra dollarsSplit that shit with J and Swift, buy a ninety-six I'mpalaand lace it with the deez out my own stack of cheeseGet a extra flossy floss and toss King Tee the keysand say, 'Nigga that's yours, cause you opened up doorsBefore Tha Liks had a deal, you had a nigga on tourSo God bless ya, never let this rap pressure test yaYou know who got your back when them other niggaz sweat ya'So check uno dos while I roast this coast a toastWhen it comes to beats and rhymes, you know who got the mostI be killin it (killin it) killin it (killin it)Tha Liks rock that shit that have all ya niggaz feelin itKillin it (killin it) killin it (killin it)J-Ro is up next to flow[J-Ro]Dat's meI be killin it (killin it) when I be feelin itGot rum in my cup, best believe I won't be spillin itYo Xzibit (whattup Ro) I got to knowDo I got that Likwid flow (oh fo' sho') well here I goMida, mida, down the barrel of my heaterI torch ya, then skeet out in my Porsche two-seaterI'm from the home of rattlesnakes and golden bearsAnd Astro-vans with swivel chairs hoes come in pairsPlus, makin money's in my genesThat's why I got money in my jeans, I got a cravinMy mind craves the knowledge, my pockets crave the cashMy mouth craves the brew, and my Johnson craves the assWho's on blast, Tha Liks baby, don't twist itJust rock it, got your girl's number in my change pocketWhat's her name Stella, if she's on me kinda hella?Voule vou couche vic moir? is what I tell herI get freaky like Friday, why dey, try to get looseWack MC's are like ?brown guts?, they have no useI just got off the court, where I was whoopin some catsin basketball, here's a question that I have to ask y'allWho be killin it, is it the ladies?Who be killin it, is it the fellas?Who be killin it, is it the b-boys?Who be killin it, is it the gangsters?Who be killin it, is it the rastas?Who be killin it, killin it, killin it, killin it...[Xzibit]See I be killin it, yeah, when I be feelin itThis is dedicated to the niggaz that be stealin shitStraight from the bottom of my black-ass heartThe untamed feel no shame, on top of the gameMr. Big Bad Insane, black John McClaneLook listen and learn, you only get what you earnSo I'ma hustle like fuck regardless, watch my smokeGo straight for the throat, we known for rockin the boatIt's hard to find like the grade A shit, with no cutsTryin to stack like King Tut, and still bang the microphone upDemandin, clear lane for crash landinIf anything I'm guaranteed to be the Last Man StandingPick a number motherfucker whassup?The circumstance make you shit in your pants, and we advanceas an avalanche of soul, and everything that shine ain't goldJust cause niggaz got brew don't make em nickel proofMy record contract reads hit man for hireXzibit showin grace under fireTha Alkaholiks killin it (killin it) killin it (killin it)[Tash] Tha Liks rock that shit that have all y'all niggaz feelin it[Xzibit]Once again, feelin itKillin it (killin it) drillin it (drillin it)What, yeah, bring it live with the... yeahFeelin it (feelin it) killin it (killin it)Like this[Tash] Party down, party down, party down![Xzibit] Bringin it live once again, yeah, cause I be killin it(What, stabbin it, beatin it, yeah)[Tash] Y'all niggaz ain't heard no shit like this out the West coast[J-Ro] Say what, wha-what, wha-what what? I say what, wha-what, wha-what what? It's the likwid crew[Tash] We be killin it, uhh, cause we be feelin it...[J-Ro] Say what, say what, say what wha-what wha-what what?more