Lyrics of Xzibit - spit shine

Verse 1
I 'ma clean this whole shit out like colonics,
With words put together better then sony electronics,
King of the jungle, humbly stay honest,
Eat with the lions, swim with piranhas,
Gasoline the scene, strike the match,
Inferno, i'm to thorough nigga, so stand back,
I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme
And make my career take a incline,
I'm strict with knives, straight with razors,
Good with grenades and great with gauges, (yeah)
Been around the world on a million stages,
Watch nigga's bitch up and go through changes,
I had gun's before thugs was in fashion,
I mashed out before niggas knew mashin,
I knew terror before the planes started crashin,
I got punch lines and nigga's ain't laughin...
Chorus
I'm gon be here after the smoke die down,
Insomnia style i won't lie down,
Fight the good fight don't need no help,
Keep your hands up defend yourself,
Move like i move and live life long ,
Can't move up if your heart not strong,
Get your own shit cause this shit's mine,
Every time i spit, i shine
Verse 2
Cock-sucker i preach what i practice,
Back shit up, wrap this, rap shit up,
Still actin up, get found in the trunk of an acura,
Yall suck like jail and dracula,
X turn up the heat, increase the hatred,
Straight stone face don't fuck with gay shit,
So i guess that means i cant fuck with you now,
Two down, let off, vacate to new town,
You feel like bishop, in juice now?
Gotta flame thrower that will burn
Big holes till your goose down, (yeah)
Rough sound, same strong background,
Bet on black the big boys layin chips down,
My whole train of thought is the body,
Any motherfucker with problems and not get caught,
I was blessed with life but i curse till death,
I'm a spit till my very last breath...
(fuck y'all)
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Verse 3
Let me get a three second look, i hit a million dollar target,
You ain't came up yet well nigga' let me show ya, (aaaa)
Come across dope like planes and boats,
Like baloons filled with coke, down a mexican's throat,
You ever seen a man get smoked? they shit on theyself,
The body shake for a second, then it gets dissected,
For evidence of the weapon and the people involved,
Let one nigga talk, everybody gettin caught, for sure,
I say that, to say this,
If you cant handle the time then ride the beach,
Might as well tuck your tail and jump the fence,
Castrate yourself expose the bitch,
X go head up, the fuck never ran from it,
I got a guage with buck shots that you can't stomach,
You ain't a killer you a album filler,
You ain't a soldier you a rap premoter,
Game over...
Chorus