Deeper Xzibit

[Verse 1]
Yeah so it all comes down to this (what?)
Specialist with a hit list
Right fist bomb type M.G.M. fight night type (ding ding)
So when I hits in the stage we can Face Off
Watch me rattle your Nicholas Cage
Bring heat in ridiculous ways never compromise
Look into my eyes tell me what you see (what?)
Victory, ecstasy, maybe Hennessy
Energy wasted, enemies gettin' laced with
That point blank to the face shit, who you think this is?
Young black bust a nigga ass strickly business man
Self disciple Heinakin let the record spin
Paparazzi all over again, times ten
Like thee original sin
I'm tryin' to fuck it up for everybody
The hot toddy, get collect calls from John Gotti
I kick back like karate
Butter soft burn off and solid black Maserati like

[Chorus]
Get caught up in the game (It gets deeper than that)
No gain with no pain (It gets deeper than that)
Dyin' in the fast lane (Way deeper than that)
To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at