Game Face lyrics

[Verse One: Xzibit]
I don't f*ck around I'll break you down into ounces of H
All these L.A. Times motherf*ckers keepin the pace
No need to pull strings things still get done
To have you yellin at the top of yo lungs
So Xzibit never speak wit a false tounge
Slid off like a handgun
Tryin to build an empire to pass to my grandson
I never like to talk business over the phone
So either have love for the game or leave it alone
Plus action speak louder than words
And pus*y move faster than birds
So I gotta keep a gameface
On the street you slip, and you might catch a hot one
Xzibit stay low and kick back like a shotgun
I keep it bangin to the end of the line
When a rapper think his faggot style is f*ckin with mine, it's divine
Cuz my family is harder than bricks
Anything to keep it movin cuz it's harder to hit

[Chorus]
(Ras Kass)
Only right I f*ck wit you when you f*ckin' wit mine
Keep it movin to the end of the line
And action speak louder than words
And pus*y move faster than birds
Gotta keep a gameface
(Xzibit)
Only right I f*ck wit you when you f*ckin' wit mine
Keep it movin to the end of the line
And action speak louder than words
And pus*y move faster than birds
Gotta keep a gameface
[Verse 2: Ras Kass]
Men must be either pampered or crushed
To regulate, relegate, delegate power, n*gga touch something
Trust no one and die dumping
Drained ya battery you barely talking like Teddy Ruxpin
See that's wassup, n*gga I don't give a f*ck
Say some sh*t so nasty, it'll make Little Kim blush
As if, a 98 bentley didn't tempt me
To lay bullsh*t over this MP
But consequently my conscience wouldn't permit me
I'm one-third black man, one-third Jackie Chan
One-third sand, shiftin across the surface of the land
Golden State Warrior let my nuts hang like n*ggas in nooses
While you givin groupies all your loochie
I'm known for f*cking hoochies in suzukis
And known for slippin bourgeois b*tches roofies
Loved and feared, severe yet loved
The full time titan fighting three million over night thugs
So keep your, hand out your rectum cause you can't stop sh*t
Don't rock sh*t, studio hustlers
Claimin' they got more keys than a locksmith
What part of the game is this
Bonus Round, give me the mic, the money
The pus*y in that order, the more, the over-populated
Get f*cked and orally copulated
And all you chumps on some you owe me an apology sh*t
Can suck yo apology out my di*k
[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
(Ras Kass)
This is for the black n*ggas, the yak sippers
The part time strippers,slash full time student,and fifty buck slippers
I got athletes feet,we run these contrete streets
Sporting cleats, ain't nothing sweet

(Xzibit)
I'm making rappers get they sh*t together
Still smokin, still drinkin, still maintain clear thinkin
Everyday is the weekend, mashin thru in a lincoln
And style so sick, the whole car start stinking

[Chorus]