Figure It Out Soul Assassins (Ft. Demrick, Mykestro & Xzibit)

[Xzibit]
Yo... Young De
Mr. You know me...
Broadcasting live from Los Angeles

[Hook: Xzibit & Young De]
Wait now let me guess, I'll see how this go
You don't knuckle up, just pull your pistol
You can't fuck with us, I launch a missile
You know from this close I can't miss so
So figure it out
I don't care for what you saying
I'm praying for you motherfuckers thinking I'm playing
I'm playing till the 4-5 starts the spraying
You niggas explaining, I thought you was banging, lets figure it out!

[Verse 1: Young De]
That you a gangster, rider, hustler
Which one are you, and what you gonna do
When it go down, pop off
Go hard, come soft
Then you get pumped like a chump in the lunch hall
Unregistered heat, that's a gun charge
Two clips one gun, that's a menage
(Yeah!) And we can see through the facade
Most pressure you ever had on your back was a massage
It's all fun and games until somebody get got
People start arguing somebody get shot
Police investigate, and what if you get caught
Now you the latest addition to the maximum state prison
I'm just a hard-headed nigga that can't listen
My motto is if it ain't broke don't fix it
My trigger finger itches
If you start tripping I'mma pull that four-fifth and ride!