Lyrics:

Xzibit)Yeah, uh, what, worldwideYeah, I''m forever, ever lastin, spread the wealthProcrastination like masturbation, your fuckin'' yourselfSo we gonna move on ''em quickly (what)No chance to think about coming backChain smoke em, turn they lungs blackSee I was raised to love black, but sometimesBlack folks wanna sweat you harder than the one-timeNever participate in dumb, def and blind shitPlus I got my little man, so daily I''m remindedThe ride only gets rougher (right)But I''ll be damned if me and my niggas sufferSmuggle this motherucker with the raw shit, I''m blessed witLookin'' at the world, burned for the young and the desperateShowed heart, but got cardiac arrestedMore than a nigga with an image and a press gigThe wreck hits, creates desert land, desolateThe whole intent to rock the shit, keep the herb litChorus: Xzibit (Defari)Handle your business before your business handles youMister X to the Z (and Defari Herut), want to(Remain true, regardless what we go through)Yeah, handle your business so you can stand on your on two*Repeat*(Defari Herut)Everyday I puts in down in LA, hustle in thisAssassin lyricist, serious, muscle in thisI call the bets, I know we got coordinates, a mortgage to rentWe blaze shows, never no Half StepTactics, B-Boys, no games no anticsNo false images, no bullshit semanticsWe planned this, for hundred of thousandsReignin/Rainin on they brains with lyrics, from the mountainsDon''t contemplate what you can''t even demostrateDefari lottery draftpick, never the second rateNigga who wanna hate but front like it''s all greatI gots no time for these emotional niggas, I gots to motivateMoves to make, best rhyme straightThat''s for the old school, this here''s our year, it''s time to elevateHandle this, don''t hesitate got money to makePush maximum levels from the Golden State(Defari Herut)This combination''s high calibreHatians stay amazed and confused like this was algebraI''m scoutin the, best land for propertyNever sloppily, picture someone stoppin'' meFrom gettin'' mine, line after lineAnd you wonder why I call these fake niggas MillerThey think they Genuine; I''m startin to shine, imported ItalianWith a custom made Herut charm as my medallion(Xzibit)Seem like, I recite the same prayer every nightWatch my folks, make sure my dogs stay tightAnd fully prepared to gunfight in broad daylightTill then, lick it to the chin, let it beginWe could break bread or break skin; and watch me send itTry not to break the law, sometimes I gotta bend itAnd my directions, suggest for your own protectionYou motherfuckers keep it movin like an intersectionSerious business *scratched in background*Fuck you, like that Mr. X to the Z, Defari Herut. Yeah, yeah right? *3X*What, keep it movin like this y''all