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Listen you fuckers, you screwheads
Here's a man who won't take it anymore A man who stood up against The skunk, the kunts, the dogs, the fill, the shit Here is some one who stood up Here is... Yeah! this is it for anybody usin bodies presents, Xzibit movin at the speed of life Yeah! check it It took a long time comin but we waited Xzibit went from underated To now most antcipaded never would of thought that I would rock your set And get love and respect without no special effects Only the rugged ruff shit that the hard rock need Lyrics must contain more then just clothes bitches and weed thinkin' how you like to see the next man bleed Tryin to glority greed Livin life at ridiculuos speed-indeed! The main goal to achieve, is to succeed Have it laid out for your seed But the world gets colder every day by day Physically, mentally gettin drained by L.A. Trying to find piece of mind is like trying to find a gold mine it just wont happen no time for relaxin Real soldiers of fortune the front line of the action So never show a nigga what you packin' "You know what i'm sayin'?" It's too much weight to be juggling who do you picture when you think about struggling Kids in the bed, no food stomach bubbilin Niggas in the E-class heavy drug smugglin Movin...yeah! yes movin... At the speed of life And plus I feel that no style is darker than mine There was a time it was all about beats and rhymes But nowadays the blind just follow the blind and when I die! Niggas still recite these lines to rock the heads, waterbeds citys and towns Bringin strength to the masses that be holdin it down the underground! to upper echelon and beyond Xzibit rock and roll the streets like a vagabond Nigga wanna trip you gettin dissed like a blond bitch mackin to Farrakhan, I run game like a marathon It's here today then tomorrow it's gone It's the law of the land a straight modern day babylon! Movin...yeah! yeah! like this Like this...at the speed of life Ah! Bring it live, yeah! Xzibit lookin at the earth thru wide angles I found a stairway to heaven in a city of lost angels Where small situations turn to altercation with a heavy ass price 'cause niggas don't fight no more! before hip hop was all about drama anything for a dollar before Kane fucked Madona Xzibit maintain and stayed bent like a comma Just me and my bottle we shall lead not follow Emcees be full of shit but they style be hollow it seems you've bitin off more than you can possibly swallow just a day in the life of a man named X only blunt and latex for the oppisite sex you see niggas comin thru to smoke and pay respect ever since fifteen, I been ready for anything whatever they bring in any shape, form or fashion I live to the fullest and rip rhyme with a passion but in the mean while if worse comes to worst bust a round or bust a verse whatever comes first Yeah! we got it locked down tight Xzibit bring truth to the light shit is movin at the speed of life Movin... At the speed of life |
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I look you in the grill
And I laugh inside Niggas always perpetratin Like they down to ride But please don't try to tell me What I can not see What's the real definiton Of A Fake MC Muthafuckas only rappin since 93 And expect all props Them gettin dropped like hot rocks "So stop what you doin cause I'm About to ruin"..... Like Shock-G get turned to stone Tryin to rock me I seperate my thought process From stress, 24 tracks inside my brain Tyrin to maintain I bang shit without no gang or jherri curls I seem like Kadeem In a whole different world It's the girls the cars niggas lose themselves Forgettin who they are When they try to be that superstar They don't understand It's all in the game plan Exploit the art And watch Hip-Hop fall apart But I'm a do my part, and stay true And keep breakin down bitch niggas like you I'm not the type To play games or drop Name I just maintain And burn rappers out the frame Doin my part to stay true And keep breakin down Bitch niggas like you But above all else I represent it for myself Leavin muthafuckas stretched out Or better yet X-ed out Xzibit, Excelerate, I rush it to the extreme Like nicotine, never get me clean From your blood stream We all can't bust, so do it how you must But if you hustle, avoid gettin rushed With hand cuffs plus In got we trust but don't trust us, we just Add to the ashes, then pick up the dust Like that I make it seem Like you havin bad dreams Have you wakin up out your sleep By your own screams Xzibit has arrived Goddamit We bout to rock the whole planet And bitch niggas can't stand it Try to play the back and look intense You need to hit a fence You don't want none of this Hands on experience I'm no the type to play games Or drop names I just Maintain and drop rappers out the frame I bring it to the ruffest toughest Mic killers And you wanna be niggas And you burn bithces, type vicious Imitating Hurricane flow for riches You don't know the half I got the ill vocab double rap style Gettin bucked More freaky than your last good fuck Milkin you like ba ba pieces Meetin niggas lyrical wishes Writin rhymes and washin out dishes Flowin with the likwid wicked Representin with my nigga Xzibit And we gonna do it And do it and do it Til you satisfied! cause shit is tight Bodiqua C.E.O. on the mic Smashin and trashin Fuck Moschino fashion All you muthafuckas need to stop askin Valued more than the chrome On your last set of wheels Hurricane here to reign on your brain Just maintain |
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Yeah yeah
Look, you could've got away but your response wasn't quick enough Can't preserve life 'cause the best wasn't thick enough Teflon, Napalm, Homicide scenes These are a few of my favorite things! But I ain't Mary so ain't a damn thing poppin Only death disease and a whole lota palm trees Not only for mics, Xzibit is a way of life Until my death so I celebrate success Best of the best wouldn't test these waters with a yacht Sendin' sixteen shots across your parking lot All up on your proximity drinking Hennessy Holdin down ground like the Statute of Liberty So nobody ever can rush my spot And the torch stay lit so I ain't worried about shit It ain't where your from it's al about how you represent! Unfamiliar faces better know who your fuckin' with *Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit And all of that shit And you still won't step So what's next? All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin [You Better off buckin yourself] [You need to stop frontin] * Repeat I'm only comin' through when it's time for collection Xzibit forever nasty, spread like infection Ain't no protection ever made by man to withstand this punishment In other words runnin' shit Keep your eyes wide cause the style gets darker I make papers and see more new cars than Bob barker 'Cause if the price ain't right then it's time to take flight Let the piece go twice to make sure you see the light Plus I'm dreaded not by the locks but by the cops And flocks of females that only think with their croth Unlimitted smoke The bonified cut throat Columbian neck tie Now don't you look fly I'll leave you there to be discovered by your mother Or maybe your brother or your boty boy lover No matter your backround Xzibit never backs down Be prepared for static and semi automatics in your grill * Repeat (x2) Everything that come around go 3.6.0. Longtitude and latitude It's alll in the attitude I'm in the mood to put a twist on things Xzibit here to rock the planet 'till the fat bitch sings The shit is closer than you think Don't blink it might be over in a matter of seconds I'd like to say this off the record But it's not So I testify to the fact Chronic mixed with the Yak make a hellified contact It makes it real easy to trip Unload the whole clip on your block then split! Aint no answers to the test you taken Never move fakin' Can't be shaken' From my solid foundation like this * Repeat (x2) Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit And all of that shit And you still won't step So what's next? All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin [You Better off buckin yourself] [You need to stop frontin] |
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Now let me introduce whose first
The nigga that's been down with the set since birth Whatever it was worth I checked in on the norm Since a juvenile callin' Shots in the dorm Moms said you better get right Or shake the spot I chose to break and be a rollin' stone Like pop Stashin' the rocks by the gats With the Gs So I can talk crazy when the narks yell freeze! I don't fight the feelin' Gotta hustle with a passion Comin' cross state to put you down With some action In actuallity I keeps it real in the streets Remininsin' younger days Over gangsa ass beats And I, Hit the weed Til myeye balls bleed While my life is corrupted By lust and greed Serve you anything from cocaine Up to speed I came with the drank So here's five on the weed See kids don't belong Up in grown folks buisness The Likwit niggas rollin' through with a thickness Sickness bear witness Like tequlla without a chaser It burns going down Niggas guarenteed to drown Legendary sound From the west coast underground The mighty King Tee And Mr. X to the Z, see Never underestimate the power Of the X man Dismantle your plans Or just catch you with a back hand Xzbit bring it to you live With the know how Cool in a gang And ain't about to change My lifestyle Catchin' bodies in this uphill battle But Xzibit unravel Have smoke will travel I bust Teflon rhymes Into the crowd, bitch You anin't Steve Rif So stop trying to get Loud You need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision Xzibit still winnin' Unanimous decisions It's going down Once again everybody lay down Run your money and the jewels To the front without a sound The infamous supreme King Tee Glad to meet ya Derranged in the mothafuckin' brain Through ya speaka and hey I walk around the hood lookin' looped Strapped like a mothafuckin' Desert strom troop Niggas be like "King Tila How you get that Benz?" By sending birds to Oklahoma City To my friends I slang my gangsta funk Through the night Sometimes I fight Like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright Compton is where I dwell It's like hell Slangin' the shit that got the smokers In a spell And all my homies live lives Like crooks Rich and infamous Hoes wanna look but get shook Cause we don't trust you hoes You'll have a nigga fucked up With a bullet through his clothes Positively nothings positive Negativity positively how we live Positively nothings positive Negativity positively how we live Ladies and gentlemen Undivided attention Xzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson It's the... Most dangerous things next to grizzles Unsolved mysteries Xzibit hit you penetentary style Quick sharp and straight to the neck I'm heavy on your chest I'm all up in your life Like stress The coast that resides to your left Whre niggas perpitrate And catch a fate worse than death And like Cyanide I'm hard to detect Got more desighns and stragiht lines Than an architect King Tee chapter four Verse seven reads Xzibit shall come and break down humanity Niggas lose ther're sanity Trying to handle me Dysfunctional member of the Alkaholik family |
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1996, the Disfunctional member of the Alkohaliks family
It's XZIBIT, Bring it live, one time, like this Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth my while Xzibit stay versitile with Million Dollar lifestyle and I can feel it as a child growin' up the niggaz that were real and the niggaz that were scared as fuck that's why Xzibit only roll with a chosen few You ain't really real, I can tell when I look at you So ease off the trigga talk, you ain't killin shit it's not affecting me or the niggaz that I'm chillin with I don't believe the hype or buy a Woof ticket Nigga you make a gang of noise and never seem like a cricket I guess that's why we never kick it a lot of niggaz are soft and get tossed tryin to fuck with the liquid How many niggaz do you know like this? Also claimin that they're riding but they really turn bitch It don't make sense Either you're a soldier from the start or an actor with a record deal tryin to play the part like dat *It's a shame niggaz in the rap game only for the money and the fame EXTRA LARGE It's a shame niggaz in the rap game only for the money and the fame Paparazzi (2x) I don't need no lights no cameras just action god dammit never no superstar I'm more like a planet so my composure is kept while others start to sweat A merchant from the fog with my fucked up dialogue try to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt and niggaz you spent it on, would not give a fuck now that's deep, how deep, It's deeper than Atlantis Home of the scandalous Big Bad Los Angeles Dangerous, Vandelous Yo, not to be trusted so how the fuck is you hard not being scared by the boulevard I'm pulling that card and sayin Gin muthafuckar flowin like liquid, soak it in muthafuckar I'm breakin it down, my sounds, so crowds are like deaf from the West puttin whole counties to the test it's all in perspective Breaker one-nine copy this is for the niggaz gettin caught up in the Paparazzi * Repeat Niggaz smoke stress and cross dress but I just play the back others going through schemes and pipe dreams for a contract real tightly rolled, fuck 'em all how I feel I made a cool half mil before I had a record deal there for you look and stare like it's magic too much of anything can make you an addict when devils be startin static, forgot the automatic I set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate, but wait who dare to cross this path yo, I do ya like math cut with glass, make a blood bath so on behalf of all niggaz I get drunk with smoke a lot of blunts with I dispose of your punk shit keep it all in perspective Carbon Copies gettin caught up in the Paparazzi * Repeat |
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When I look you in your eyes I can see my own
Straight love manifested in flesh and bone You's a breath of fresh air in this world of shit You was born to be a soldier don't ever forget Hit back when hit Use force that's effective All these bitches and women Son, please be selective This is California can't stick your dick in everything We will survive necessarily by any means Let no man ever hold you down or supress you It's the 90's the police just arrest you, disrespect you on occasion take life By the time you come of age they'll probably blast on sight It's a shame they protect them but try to serve us When your neck is on the line stand ground then bust In God we trust but just incase keep it loaded and locked Ready to rock Then shake the spot The Foundation You came from a long line of killers and drug dealers Who forever smoke bud So it's probably in your blood Realize you can only run the streets so long Then the streets run you into the ground then gone It's kinda ruff trying to teach you what's right from wrong Same shit different day It's the same ol' song If the time ever comes that I meet my match Take control of my assets Fuck startin' from scratch Take care of your mother Keep yourself on track Just cause niggas get behind you don't mean they got your ack Beware of the serpent Cause there's a time in life the mothafucker will strike And try to make you loose sight Don't be a fake mothafucker tryin' to keep shit real Fill cassettes with idle threats with no guts to kill Son if you ever pull heat Then use it If you got a chance to walk away Then do it Total domination takes full concentration in all situations A solid foundation You are the foundation Begining of a new generation I remember hospital hallway pacin' I was anxious as fuck to see your face shine Only to find that yours looked like mine So it's like I'm livin' twice at the exact same time In this life you can't press stop Then press rewind Gotta live to the fullest never follow behind no man Have your own plan, expand your mind Ain't no paper thin game to raise wannabe thugs This is nothing but love Via sattelite Muggs Take heed when it's your turn to bring new life Make sure it's the woman you gonna make your wife Be prepared for the worst But expect the best No matter where life takes you Come home to the West Survival takes more than just gats and guns That's words to live by From a father to a son Foundation |
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Baby, do me a favor, call up Xzibit for me.
Allo? Hello, Xzibit? Yeah, yeah, what's up? Hold on one second ok? Alright Xzibit? Hey, what's up? It's Ron, Hightower. Ah, what's up dude, what's goin' down? Eh nigga, it ain't nothin' but a party! Yoo! shit it's goin' down? Hey, let me tell you something. I got some ladies over here, you know... Hi Xzibit! What's up? He he, see what I'm saying. They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit But listen why don't you do this When you're done over there, why don't you come here and shit You know what I'm saying? That way they can tell you hello on person Ah alrihgt, you want me to bring you somethin' Hey, bring yourself, I'm sure they can handle the rest You know what I mean? Yeah yeah, alright, I'll be over there in a minute. Peace! Alright It's a lazy Sunday night Xzibit posted at the lab Gettin' high as a kite Proceed to rolll the light It's real tight In a paper Philly Blunts I don't need It might fuck off the taste Of this bomb ass weed My nigga Tango and Breeze Came thru we blaze a few Together bored as fuck Niggas down for whatever Break left from the bomb Phone call from Ron Hightower Shower at his crib in a hour All the women involved drop drawers Don't say nothin' Just a lota nuttin' Fuckin' plus dick suckin' Goddamn who was that? Half black with the fat ass Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass [For me] My name's Xzibit I aint' tryin' to spit game Just tell me your name And the proportions of your frame [38-26-32] That's right Xzibit now has it poppin' on Sunday night *I don't wanna save 'em Pay em' or buy clothes All we really wanna do Is try to fuck these hoes * Repeat You knew the game And you still ended up on your back... Bitches get laid like tracks Break it down like that With stacks of profilactics Got ill tactics just to get you on the mattress like yo [girl moaning in background] With minimal conversation No time wastin' Only hard penetration Gettin' shiners on recliners Cummin' in your faces Stop! Get on top I take your mind different places Won't be satisfied till I hit every race Color and creed in deed All I need is weed a fly steez Who ain't afraid to take the lead A little dirt on your knees Looked over saw Breeze Laid out on the couch about to let it all out Nigga that's the kinda shit that I'm talkin' about * Repeat (x4) |
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Intro:
Arabian Voice: Doctor, Doctor, I need help Doctor Nurse: Sit down and wait your turn Xzibit: Sit your ass down Saafir: You have, scars in your mask like Seal That ain't for real We'll have to fix that, yo nigga sit back Xzibit: Your flow remind me of a nigga that I just don't feel Same style and delivery Might as well have his grill Pass the scaple, the alcohol, plants 25 hundered get you style enhanced It's like... Saafir: This, mask right will lift your grill It'll put height in your mack Don't take to much off If you want a nose like Michael Jackson Xzibit: If you want it done right, nigga come see this maybe even send your bitch We can fix them tits From a C cup to a double D cup Make them big shits, doctor lick em, yeah Saafir: I like to, axe em, jack em for their financial need a facial I'll change the skin tone in the inner racial After I'm done, you might have a little pouch tone Nothin' my scaple can't fix What kind of face you want Singing Voice: I want the kind that make me look like I can rhyme Saafir: It'll cost you Singing Voice: But I can find the skrilla, if I can have that nigga face named Saafir! Saafir: That's inposterous, plus I never cloned a microphone What type of shit you on, I hope you got insurance Before I sit you on my gurney And lead you to an anestetic breather If ya not broke, I'll save your face like dope and make it right Casue being fake ain't tight You need plastic surgury Hook: I hear the same ole rhymes, the same ole style (It seems you need plastic surgury)X5 Xzibit: I'm located, at, the bottom of the black list I like to malpractice, complicate a surgury Intoxicated, smoke cigaretts, drop ass in your gases feel the utencil, knife is dull like a pencil And what? When a nigga place pussy get fucked Without a kiss or a hug, like contaminated blood, Transfused from a junkie With the hair of Jones, I reconstruct the bones Of all hip hop clones Ras Kass: I date fat girls that weight 215 With low self esteem, cause it's easier to get the pussy I'm performing vinyl liposuctions Saafir: Phat MC Ras Kass: Phat production, motherfuckin' facial reconstruction Needles injected 33 RPM of anestic for ? to require cosmetic sex changes from bitch niggas to ra ra niggas the only cure for sick lyrics is to implant a hit gimmick Saafir: This shit is full blown, you better head to the clinic After Captain Save A Hoe, we had the luitenit Operate get straight, we hear to seperate the fake from the classic niggas get blasted if they plastic Hook Ras Kass: I'm like Dougie Howser MD with a desert eagle Criminal Genius operation, seperatin' them siamese twins hangin' beneath them niggas penis Take it to your face like a skin graph rappers, I specialize in talent transplants (word?) You want (phat) fat lips nurse get to college And ten tons of stomach pumps from all the cum you and Richard Gere be swallowin' Now followin' aks Vanna to buy you flowers so you can C (see) I A (aye) E-Swift O (Oh) U (you) know Y (why) We remain uncontested to the contender, we can Million Man March all the way to December January, Feburary 28th Saafir: I, never, wash my hands The only rubber gloves I wear is on my dick But I'll split you quick Like Jackie Chan, the way I switch my wristhand I make ya sick, but I'm a doctor, don't trip Hopefully, in surgury, I won't slip on a tile that file and twist ya lips Like Collin Powell Descriptions I'm overwrite For the ones thats over bitin' on dental records bitin', to God, send your blessings I'll put your mask on, fast like Romidon minks and bitches, I have, ? half blind in the paper, they named me A Large Professor, a Mad Scientist, with a long line of clients BITCH! GET OUT OF MY OFFICE You don't have an appointment or an application For me to attack your face in my practice Never lackin' when I"m insurting these plastic patches Seems like you need plastic surgury Intro: Arabian Voice: Doctor, Doctor, I need help Doctor Nurse: Sit down and wait your turn Xzibit: Sit your ass down Saafir: You have, scars in your mask like Seal That ain't for real We'll have to fix that, yo nigga sit back Xzibit: Your flow remind me of a nigga that I just don't feel Same style and delivery Might as well have his grill Pass the scaple, the alcohol, plants 25 hundered get you style enhanced It's like... Saafir: This, mask right will lift your grill It'll put height in your mack Don't take to much off If you want a nose like Michael Jackson Xzibit: If you want it done right, nigga come see this maybe even send your bitch We can fix them tits From a C cup to a double D cup Make them big shits, doctor lick em, yeah Saafir: I like to, axe em, jack em for their financial need a facial I'll change the skin tone in the inner racial After I'm done, you might have a little pouch tone Nothin' my scaple can't fix What kind of face you want Singing Voice: I want the kind that make me look like I can rhyme Saafir: It'll cost you Singing Voice: But I can find the skrilla, if I can have that nigga face named Saafir! Saafir: That's inposterous, plus I never cloned a microphone What type of shit you on, I hope you got insurance Before I sit you on my gurney And lead you to an anestetic breather If ya not broke, I'll save your face like dope and make it right Casue being fake ain't tight You need plastic surgury Hook: I hear the same ole rhymes, the same ole style (It seems you need plastic surgury)X5 Xzibit: I'm located, at, the bottom of the black list I like to malpractice, complicate a surgury Intoxicated, smoke cigaretts, drop ass in your gases feel the utencil, knife is dull like a pencil And what? When a nigga place pussy get fucked Without a kiss or a hug, like contaminated blood, Transfused from a junkie With the hair of Jones, I reconstruct the bones Of all hip hop clones Ras Kass: I date fat girls that weight 215 With low self esteem, cause it's easier to get the pussy I'm performing vinyl liposuctions Saafir: Phat MC Ras Kass: Phat production, motherfuckin' facial reconstruction Needles injected 33 RPM of anestic for ? to require cosmetic sex changes from bitch niggas to ra ra niggas the only cure for sick lyrics is to implant a hit gimmick Saafir: This shit is full blown, you better head to the clinic After Captain Save A Hoe, we had the luitenit Operate get straight, we hear to seperate the fake from the classic niggas get blasted if they plastic Hook Ras Kass: I'm like Dougie Howser MD with a desert eagle Criminal Genius operation, seperatin' them siamese twins hangin' beneath them niggas penis Take it to your face like a skin graph rappers, I specialize in talent transplants (word?) You want (phat) fat lips nurse get to college And ten tons of stomach pumps from all the cum you and Richard Gere be swallowin' Now followin' aks Vanna to buy you flowers so you can C (see) I A (aye) E-Swift O (Oh) U (you) know Y (why) We remain uncontested to the contender, we can Million Man March all the way to December January, Feburary 28th Saafir: I, never, wash my hands The only rubber gloves I wear is on my dick But I'll split you quick Like Jackie Chan, the way I switch my wristhand I make ya sick, but I'm a doctor, don't trip Hopefully, in surgury, I won't slip on a tile that file and twist ya lips Like Collin Powell Descriptions I'm overwrite For the ones thats over bitin' on dental records bitin', to God, send your blessings I'll put your mask on, fast like Romidon minks and bitches, I have, ? half blind in the paper, they named me A Large Professor, a Mad Scientist, with a long line of clients BITCH! GET OUT OF MY OFFICE You don't have an appointment or an application For me to attack your face in my practice Never lackin' when I"m insurting these plastic patches Seems like you need plastic surgury |
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1996, dysfunctional member
Of the Alkaholik family, yo Rule Number One Always be aware of your surroundings And peep all exits Stay and move to the next shit Rule Number Two Love no one that don't love you And if the shit come down Then you know your way around Rule Number Three Realize it ain't about size Or havin' gats and guns Because it only takes one Handle your business Don't let your business handle you It's a lot of motherfuckers tryin' to do What you're doin' right here, right now Same color, same style Tryin' to claim worldwide And ain't traveled but one mile In these shoes, I paid dues With nothin' to lose Live by the rhyme But I'ma die by the booze Xzibit breakin' down niggas Who got somethin' to prove Here we are face to face Nigga make your move You're in the wrong place But at the right situation Cause i was waitin Hotter than Satan, never perpetratin *I treat my enemies like friends So I can reach out and touch Leave'em in the dust at the very end You now tuned in to Hennessy and Gin Ice cold Heinekens and down for whatever skins Animosity you can reach out and touch Heavy right handed Teeth grind like a clutch And plus you ain't never had this much Too many friends too close You might collapse from an overdose I was raised to never follow after no man To be my own man So I can die by my own hand And never knowin' what the next day can bring So I gotta make the ends Justify the means Yo, I'm on the scene, here to do my own thing Can't never spend a lifetime Chasin' after dreams I got the right shit For all the wrong reasons As long as I breathin' Niggas change like seasons Never trust a man Who can't look you in your eyes Only the strong survive And that's word to the wise Yo, when dead bodies get outlined in chalk Everybody should walk Cause real killers don't talk I ain't really concerned How many bridges you burned I extinguish your flame And take aim at your brain Givin' ligament pain To have you walkin' with a cane Wantin' money and fame You got your fuckin' self to blame And that's West Coast rhyme Without no gimmicks Here come Xzibit to break it down Like a chemic I'm spreadin' like an epidemic And all good things come to an end Enemies & Friends * Repeat I don't give a fuck About the set you claim Xzibit easily dispersed like crack cocaine See I lent my shotgun to Kurt Cobain And the motherfucker never brought it back Ahh, that's wack As a matter of fact This one nigga tried to jack My squad had his ass On the run like track Never knowin' who to trust In this shit called rap Here to let you know My sound surrounds like dat Never half step Or play the role like DeNiro Y'all niggas wasn't down When we had less than zero Fuck tryin' to be a hero Tryin' to save some bitch Mr. X to the Z Never play that shit * Repeat Yes, 1996, yes Bringin' it live from the Westside This is X to the Z These niggas don't know These niggas ain't ready Yo, Mr. X to the Z From the Likwit Crew |
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