Scoop DeVille - Hurt Locker lyrics

[Intro: Xzibit] Welcome, haha All foreign pa**ports to the left All resident pa**ports to the right, you dig? Come on, yeah [Hook: Xzibit] Welcome to my world of hurt Where I put in work I got guns that knock you off of this Earth Stand up, let yourself be heard I ain't hear one word I'm just bringing what the crowd deserve Cause what you want, man, that's what we got Once things begin, my n***a, it won't stop Lock down your blocks, let's flood the streets Now welcome to the world of Mr. X-to-the-Z [Verse 1: Xzibit] Motherf**er, I'm back with a vengeance Back with the business, I'm a vet with a pension A man with a vision, I'm a man on a mission So crowd around, listen This that hardcore heavy head bang, you've been missing Go to DEFCON 1 if you don't comply I might explode like a meth lab, there is no rehab b**hes need knee pads, a pound and some Zig Zags That last like Etta James, I'm back, let the cage rap Charles Bronson, visionary marksman Heartless, leave your intellect on your carpet I don't really start sh**, I just like to finish it Dismember with a hacksaw, get rid of it I'm so militant, you so Gilligan, k**ing it Heard you want the coast on your back Yo, be careful what you wish for, good luck with that You could be found in your trunk with your chest collapsed, relax [Hook: Xzibit] [Verse 2: Xzibit] Motherf**er, I'm made for the ma**es Chromed out cla**ics, block after block When I park, so Jura**ic Cameras start flashing, everybody asking Hara**ing, s** my dick with six aspirins That'll keep your head tight, back from the afterlife Locked in my hurt locker, built up my appetite You need your name in lights, when I just need a mic And I can level any playing field like a sheet of ice It's going down like when you cuffed and they read your rights I'm going higher, better bail if you're afraid of heights I'm ritual k**ing, prepare for a sacrifice Roll her like a pair of dice, lounging in paradise Jealous n***as want to feed, like a parasite Burn leeches off with cigarettes, I just need a light I been around, seen the press get it shut down I'm stadium status, the crowd gotta move now [Hook: Xzibit] [Scratches: DJ Skee] [Verse 3: Xzibit] A man dies once, a coward dies a thousand times Your b**h a** is on nine hundred and ninety-nine You only got one more, you better make it last Before I lay this hurt locker to your f**ing a** Lock chop choppers, chop shop droppers Fresh state to state until the feds came knocking Call us in the clutch when your shows ain't popping When your hoes ain't dropping, when your flows ain't rocking [Hook: Xzibit]