A war anthem from yours truly, Xzibit goes in to follow up on the already-set mood by the opening sample of President Bush’s State of The Union Address on Iraq in 2002.

The song is set to describe an angry X… Read More [Intro]

You better get ready for the war...

[Hook]

It's so frustratin', so many hatin'

Somebody gon' make me break the law

But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin'

You better get ready for the war

[Verse 1]

A shotgun fanatic, who right back at it

You get mopped and dropped, like a filthy habit

X snatch and grab it, got you hopin' I fail

‘Cause if I fail you'd be happy like a faggot in jail

I'm full retail, guaranteed to sell

In my jet black McLaren, with my mademoiselle

I'm strong-arm steady, you fragile and frail

You think you ready for them steady niggas? I can't tell

Sex sells, so fuck you all, we came to bubble and ball

You gettin' shut down, soon as I touch down

Bust rounds, enemies slayed and cut down

Fully automatic, spittin' rounds with no sound

Break down your whole regime, like an M-16

Make sure the chamber in the barrel is clean

And the spring that's connected to the firin' pin

That's connected to the trigger, when I squeeze it again, begin

[Bridge]

Look, my top of the world, the best of the best

King California, LAX

Out the hood, in the penthouse, from the projects

One man, one gun, how the West was won, sing

[Hook]

It's so frustratin', so many hatin'

Somebody gon' make me break the law

But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin'

You better get ready for the war

It's so frustratin', so many hatin'

Somebody gon' make me break the law

But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin'

You better get ready for the war

[Verse 2]

Hit like a heavyweight, breathe deep, meditate

Make the whole crowd get loud, make 'em levitate

I ride through my city, like a presidential candidate

LAX, Phantom double R, and accelerate

Stack, build, elevate, crash through the prison gate

Generation hate, appetite to eliminate

X-Man don't spit rhymes, I ventilate

Traffic contraband, yeah, banned through the interstate

Got a sick flow, didn't know? Let me demonstrate

Renovate the game, new nigga that you love to hate

The left hand lands, and the right hand devastates

Half part of your face, replaced with a metal plate

Irate, get snatched to a better place

Let the detec's decorate with the yellow tape

Detonate, drop bombs, make the earth shake

In Brazil, with a half mil' in the briefcase

[Bridge]

Look, my top of the world, the best of the best

King California, LAX

Out the hood, in the penthouse, from the projects

One man, one gun, how the West was won, sing

[Hook]

It's so frustratin', so many hatin'

Somebody gon' make me break the law

But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin'

You better get ready for the war

It's so frustratin', so many hatin'

Somebody gon' make me break the law

But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin'

You better get ready for the war