Letras:Xkwisyt. Other. Bitch Move.

[Slow typing on keyboard]
I...Nikita...Gopal, oh wait! Ah! Crap!
How do I put this up there? And stay gangster?
Argh! That dumb Xkwisyt guy!

[Interruption]
Wait what the fuck did he just say?
Fuck this let's set it up like usual,
Motherfucker's, bringing you the finest of the 604,
Xkwisyt, along side, nobody, I'm myself, I don't need no help,
Let's get um!

[Chorus:]
Time to man up, not something you wanna sit to,
Get a trip to, my way's somethin' you wanna switch to,
Blood or get Crip to, cause the XXL flow fit to,
I missed you? Nah more like you makin' a bitch move.
Tellin' people a bunch-a garbage? Somethin' that a snitch do,
Get ya ass flipped dude, and ya body ditched dude,
Get ya ass run up and ya brains split dude,
I missed you? Nah more like you makin' a bitch move.

Boy! Now I aint hatin' all out, time to ball out,
Either beefin' or makin' money, it's what I'm all about.
Out ya lil cave, maybe you should crawl out,
And bump heads with X, and fall into somethin' more than a small drought.
Nah that shit played out, and I'ma stay it out,
Either man up to ya word or I'ma have to lay ya out.
Cock back and spray you out, and now the lame is out,
Put some common sense on the table and brain ya out.
Blow ya brains away and taint and end up to faint you out.
End up pull trigger's and I'ma red dot, paint you out,
Calendar it up and ya running ya days out,
PM got you mazed out and they got you dazed out,
Crazed and phased out, ya life is stayed out,
Reality, ya loves like ya flow, boy it's played out.
Stay out my face and I suggest ya stay out,
Before I decide to get and show you what Ray bout.

[Chorus:]
Time to man up, not something you wanna sit to,
Get a trip to, my way's somethin' you wanna switch to,
Blood or get Crip to, cause the XXL flow fit to,
I missed you? Nah more like you makin' a bitch move.
Tellin' people a bunch-a garbage? Somethin' that a snitch do,
Get ya ass flipped dude, and ya body ditched dude,
Get ya ass run up and ya brains split dude,
I missed you? Nah more like you makin' a bitch move.

Now it's time for that show, I'ma let the mack blow,
Gat blow, and leave you seein' stars like you play for the Astro's.
Gun's you won't clap those, clothes you won't match those,
Body bagged zipped up, and yours I'ma wrap yo's.
Get ready to run, ya shoes ya better strap those, move's, I'ma map yo's,
End up leavin' holes in ya head, people think you got an afro.
Paper I'ma stack those, records? I'ma plat plaque those,
That's why the 'Lac low, keep callin' me out, and I'ma end up to smack bro.
Broke ass Hindu, who's a shrimp to my place,
Somebody call up Xzibit, maybe he can finally pimp his face, haha.
You a faggot as flow jacker, my flows out in the open, kid gon' munch mine,
I'm ballin' the Xkwisyt meals, AJ still strugglin' in the lunch line.
Leave this punk bleedin' out them bandages,
He aint my time, boy's a job for the janitor's.
That why I be sleepin' easy, cause I aint stressin' mugs,
Don't mess with us, you a fake, a phoney, and nothin' but a nexus thug.

[Chorus:]
Time to man up, not something you wanna sit to,
Get a trip to, my way's somethin' you wanna switch to,
Blood or get Crip to, cause the XXL flow fit to,
I missed you? Nah more like you makin' a bitch move.
Tellin' people a bunch-a garbage? Somethin' that a snitch do,
Get ya ass flipped dude, and ya body ditched dude,
Get ya ass run up and ya brains split dude,
I missed you? Nah more like you makin' a bitch move.

Okay! So I aint never getting' ticked off, I don't kick soft,
And after so young, so sexy, punk must've gotten pretty pissed off.
Probably thinkin' my music should be switched off,
Season one for the 'Rookie Of The Year', and still I let the 'Blitz's off.
I make all the movements and speak the word, no else even risk to cough,
AJ? A gay more like it, this not only Allnighta, call me mister boss.
Pussy ass can't try and even risk the cost, flip and toss,
Watch your brains on concrete, and the body? Rest in rocks.
Ya broken shit? I'ma have to post it up, and host it up,
Xkwisyt be the single reason why ya relationship got broke-d up.
The fake, the gig, all it, the hoax is up, now you get choke-d up,
Have ya body ditched up, never stitched up, now cops got ya poster's up.
Fa sheezy, you know you, I'ma fo sho it up, and close it up
Blow it up, and grow the what? Blow the cut,
Blow this slut, and blow his guts,
Now I know the mutt, and now you know whassup.

[Chorus:]
Time to man up, not something you wanna sit to,
Get a trip to, my way's somethin' you wanna switch to,
Blood or get Crip to, cause the XXL flow fit to,
I missed you? Nah more like you makin' a bitch move.
Tellin' people a bunch-a garbage? Somethin' that a snitch do,
Get ya ass flipped dude, and ya body ditched dude,
Get ya ass run up and ya brains split dude,
I missed you? Nah more like you makin' a bitch move.