[Intro: Xzibit]
Yeah, man, it's X-To-The-Z, Xzibit
Strong Arm Steady's the gang, know what I'm sayin'?
Klack klack!

[Hook: Mitchy Slick]
No, talkin' don't pay the rent
And sittin' won't let you style like this
But money don't make you rich
But hatin' won't let you smile

[Verse 1: Phil Da Agony]
Yeah, the Teknology is too advanced
Attach dynamite to opportunity, blow your chance
Enhance the vision; Kweli ,tell 'em to listen
Before I probably get a hundred n***as to diss 'em
Yeah, and I can't wait, sit up straight
Hungry n***as eatin' your plate, compete in a race
Full of rats, the homie's torso is full of tats
I'ma put the rest on my back, 
It's best if I–bless 'em with that
Specify the facts from the fiction
I gotta draw the line with the diction
And I ain't whistlin' Dixie – this is Hi-Teknology wit' me
You couldn't find a finer designer to tailor-fit me
The beat – yeah, ya n***a Tone, Cincinnati's own
Hometown favorite like the Bearcats win the zone
Strong Arm keep it runnin' on like a sentence
They wouldn't know the difference when I hit 'em from a distance
[Hook: Mitchy Slick]
No, talkin' don't pay the rent
And sittin' won't let you style like this
But money don't make you rich
But hatin' won't let you smile

[Verse 2: Mitchy Slick]
Klack, conventional (Bullshit), nothin' identical
The West has evolved, and Steady's at the pinnacle (Yeah, dat)
Still saggin' in my crispy Dickies
But my gangsta's fly, I make sho' the wrist is extra crystal-y
Cock it on the side, for the next tellingest
Ghetto n***a on Lambo's mailin' list
Money don't make you rich
But it's funny how it'll make a snow bunny suck your dick
I'll have a hater in the shrubs where you park your shit
And have a homie blowin' you up when he hit the fence
To the Steady, Slick bring the gangsta shit
Like the hankerchief, once you add on the Paisley print
On the right's where I dang a lick
But since I learned red and blue make green, it's Tek hits

[Hook: Mitchy Slick]
No, talkin' don't pay the rent
And sittin' won't let you style like this
But money don't make you rich
But hatin' won't let you smile
[Verse 3: Krondon]
It's the premier kids, cast to build the pyramids
A '08 Escalade's in prepaid appearances
It's hard to even entertain a few, an invalid
Lame in the brain, can't talk or remember shit
I don't blame him – the daddy ain't around
Left him lonely in the hood without good home trainin'
Frustrated, pissed 'cause probation
Got him pissin' in a cup without proper occupation
So they – "get up, get out, and get it," like Goodie Mob
N***as must be crazy thinkin' we won't do the job
Dookie-colored drop-top Saab, with the feet tall
Hi-Tek beats bump from Lynn Street to Crenshaw
Steady means 'Stupid, stand up – start elevatin''
Violate and come to your final destination (Oh!)
Mouth pacin' – Pacific Ocean mainland chasin'
Retail, we up in rotation

[Hook: Mitchy Slick]
No, talkin' don't pay the rent
And sittin' won't let you style like this
But money don't make you rich
But hatin' won't let you smile

No, talkin' don't pay the rent
And sittin' won't let you style like this
But money don't make you rich
But hatin' won't let you smile