Ride or Die Xzibit (Ft. Mitchy Slick & Tone Trezure)

[Intro: News Report Excerpts]

[Hook: Tone]
We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky
Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by
'Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I bust you that's fly
My gun never been shy, that's how gangsters get by
It's either ride or die

[Verse 1: Xzibit]
We just boogy, advance
The rubber band stack thick in my pants
Real gangsters make plots and plans and touch dirt
Only prayin' for the day when they can wash they hands
Real gangsters leave nothin' to chance at first glance
If it ain't a sho' thing then you bet' not swing
Real gangsters keep that Cutlass clean, keep the monsters mean
And when you dump it drop it right at the scene
Real gangsters got a gangsta lean
You might not talk red, black, or blue but everybody talk green
Glance to my left, look over my right shoulder
Livin' life in my rearview, fuck stayin' sober!
Forget back I sit back and wait for the click-clack
Real gangsters want real spit so I spit that
Real gangsters don't even say it
They just hit the trunk, cock it and spray it
Light up your Christmas! (Yeah!)