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from Xzibit - Full Circle (2007)
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo - <i>[repeat 8X]</i>
<i>[Chorus One: Xzibit over 4X of "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"]</i> Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" <i>[continues to repeat in the background]</i> <i>[Xzibit]</i> Meditate, levitate Greetings from the Golden State Mr. X, to the Z Concentrate, come walk with me Your shit sound so awkwardly I don't rhyme I just stomp down beats Real estate, section eight Which one would you rather take? Concentrate, move that weight Show me how you regulate Hold up, wait, that shit's fake Get these niggaz up out my face Shake the room, bend the spoon Turn this up now, stay in tune Hypnotized by the way she move Take your time you might arrive too soon <i>[Chorus One]</i> <i>[Chorus Two: Xzibit over 4X of "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"]</i> Bring that back, what was that? Oh my lord, she got back So precise, so deattached Oh my God, who is that? <i>[Xzibit]</i> Hibernate, consummate Man was made to procreate My estate, generates As if my family name was Gates Days of grace, lift big plates Why be good nigga, go be great Hit the breaks, crack them crates Have you on the run goin state to state Contemplate, demonstrate Mind over mayhem, no mistakes Lift some weights, eat some steaks But you don't really want that face to face But let's relax, check your traps Don't let yo' concentration snap I love the way she arch her back Like how a muh'fucker 'sposed to handle that? <i>[Chorus One + Chorus Two]</i> <i>[Xzibit]</i> Breath control, touch yo' soul Just maintain don't lose control Participate, congratulate Cause everything else'll be seen as hate Remain in place, the same mindstate Get off yo' ass and celebrate Congregate, associate Don't fuck yo'self procrastinate Dilate, to an all time great Calculate the next move I make Crack the safe, keep that ace in my waistband just in case I'm no rat can't run yo' race Not too good don't fit my taste I love the way she make that shake Makin it hard to concentrate <i>[Chorus Two + Chorus One]</i> <i>[28 seconds of instrumental]</i> "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" - <i>[repeat 4X right before song's end]</i> |
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from Xzibit - Full Circle (2007)
This how you make me feel, this how you make me feel
This how you make me feel, that's how I know it's real Take you around the world, take you around the world Take you around the world, take you around the world 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my baby girl 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my, my, my 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my baby girl 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause my, my, my This how you make me feel, that's how I know it's real Take you around the world 'cause you my baby girl I know you feelin' good, I know you feelin' right You see me ridin', you ridin' wit me, our shit is tight Self-made millionaire, refined myself My success, God bless, not defined by wealth Come on, we live in crazy times, niggers that lost their minds We wanna fuck every fuckin' chicken we fuckin' find But then there comes a time when you start to grow But you ain't growin' with me and it's startin' to show Before I say I can't live without you Let's sit and have a talk about family value Now listen, I see you got some kids that you ain't never with Your baby father put hands on you, some crazy shit So he gon' pay for that, fuck with niggers who rap Most of that quality time is spent on your back Now before I devote the rest of my life Can you at least show a nigger you can boil some rice? Is that too much to ask, am I movin' too fast? Do you have anythin' to offer me besides some ass? You think you high class, the upper echelon But spent all your grit money in the hair salon I'm s'posed to help you out but it just made me think You ain't ready for the world, you ain't ready for me This how you make me feel, this how you make me feel This how you make me feel, that's how I know it's real Take you around the world, take you around the world Take you around the world, take you around the world 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my baby girl 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my, my, my 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my baby girl 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause my, my, my Damn baby, I see they drivin' you crazy because your body's amazin' I know you wanted to phase me but hey I seen a lot of girls, messed up a lot of curls You ain't gon' keep me with sex when only sex occurs Want you to think ahead, not just give me head Want you to make a household, baby, not just the bed I know the scene is what you seem to see But you need'nt to be but believe you me, baby girl They jus' gon' use you up, fuck you and bruise you up They got no family values, they ain't gon' choose you up We disrespect ourselves, we think we livin' well I could be wrong in this song but only time will tell You maybe thinkin', ?Hey X, you just a hypocrite You actin' like you never called a girl a fuckin' bitch? Nah, it's not that but it's like this We need change and I'm just man enough to say this shit This how you make me feel, this how you make me feel This how you make me feel, that's how I know it's real Take you around the world, take you around the world Take you around the world, take you around the world 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my baby girl 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my, my, my 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my baby girl 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause my, my, my This how you make me feel, this how you make me feel This how you make me feel, that's how I know it's real Take you around the world, take you around the world Take you around the world, take you around the world 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my baby girl 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my, my, my 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my baby girl 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause my, my, my |
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from Xzibit - Full Circle (2007)
This cannot continue
We must go our separate ways Without you, I can do better But first these words I have to say It's not that I don't hear you When you scream and curse my name It's just that I don't feel you Nigga, you invade my space Yeah, blacked out, tatted up, let's go, saddle up I'm alge-ballin', dumb niggaz can't add it up Cock back, back 'em up, fuck what you throwin' up All these rappers comin' out, ain't nobody showin' up Man, where your talent at? Show me where your balance at You the king of the streets? Well, I ain't heard none of that Just like the South say, watch what your mouth say Frank Sinatra hustle, Rat Pack, 'Did it My Way' I know we don't see eye to eye, you ain't never lied We should part ways 'fore somebody catch a homicide Recognize, lost a lotta love when my momma died Did a gang of shit, I'm surprised that I'm still alive Fishburn's yellin' wake up, open up my eyes Don't believe them lies from them guys that you idolize Ridicule, try to downplay, try to minimize And criticize when you on your grind, so I realized This cannot continue We must go our separate ways Without you, I'll do better But first these words I have to say It's not that I don't hear you When you scream and curse my name It's just that I don't feel you Nigga, you invade my space Go ahead, spit it out, that's right, get it out So I can respond, nigga, fuck what you talk about Drop like a guillotine, money over everythin' Seems to be the theme in the land of the Philistine Mentally you still shackled up on some lame shit Side by side on the bottom of a slave ship Came a long way from the place that I started from Ever seen a man's last breath beaten out of him? Hate manifest from the inside out The shit starts in your heart, then spill out your mouth I'm the odd man out, watch it all pan out I see you tryin' to stand up but you don't stand out Now that I found that my path is original Prepared, never scared, had to peak at my pinnacle I'm not like you, but you think we identical It's pitiful, you can never bang with the criminal This cannot continue We must go our separate ways Without you, I'll do better But first these words I have to say It's not that I don't hear you When you scream and curse my name It's just that I don't feel you Nigga, you invade my space Three wheels, lock it up, ammo, stock it up It's not for niggaz 'cause George Bush comin' after us That's why it's time to roll, get where I gotta go All my people fightin' for they soul, you are not alone Never waste my pearls on the swine and the ignorant Forever on my grind, you despise and belittle it Here's a little tidbit, X rock that real shit Dump like a L.A.P.D. cop, overkill shit Hooked on a brand new high called monopolize Put you on track where you just, you was out of line And I ain't got the time to fuck around with the dumb shit You know that young shit, the 'Hey nigga, where you from?' shit Even though the pistol in my hand, I'm a businessman People grow apart, don't expect you to understand Let's part ways and then pray for better days I realize somebody 'bout to die, so I came to say This cannot continue We must go our separate ways Without you, I'll do better But first these words I have to say It's not that I don't hear you When you scream and curse my name It's just that I don't feel you Nigga, you invade my space Yeah, knowhatI'msayin'? (You invade my space) Yeah, stop askin' where the fuck I'm at, yeah (Nigga, you invade my space) Tryin' to see where I'm at Tryin' to be where I'm at all the fuckin' time, c'mon (You invade my space) Get a life, nigga, I got mines, know'mtalkinbout? (Nigga, you invade my space) C'mon |
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from Xzibit - Full Circle (2007)
(Chorus)
In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes f**kin' They know we be poppin' off (Xzibit) Uh-uh, I know you gettin' high cause you keep on starin' and your eyes don't lie That shit you wearin' and your friends keep darin' There's enough to go around and they don't mind sharin' Get between your thighs, make ya exercise You ain't gotta waste no time with no 'f**k me' eyes I'm like all day long up in ya Take a break, make a drink, roll the 'wood, let the games continue Uh, (you make me so hot) - you better than the rest of them bitches I'll bang your back out in every position I never listen to the shit niggaz say How you're easy to spread, like to pop pills and f**k all day But baby that's alright with me If you thinkin' long-term, bitch that's what it ain't gon' be So just shake what your mamma gave ya And I'ma give you what your dad gave your mom to make ya (Chorus) In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes f**kin' They know we be poppin' off (DJ Quik) Now riddle me this... Whenever I hit her hard in the middle she piss Do I take that as normal and watch her play with her tits? I'm confused, I feel so used - and I got the dick Now what am I doin' here? She tell me she wants to keep the condom as a souvenir And that's kinda weird to me I guess this ol' f**k session ain't what it appear to be Because the concierge has just brought the bill to me I go 200 miles per hour on a street bike And 9-0 beats per minute on a sweet mic Whenever I get with bitches I lose a little somethin' Sperm by the zones, we keep it hot and goin' Xzibit we got it flowin', don't even approach us, you only get roaches How you gon' smoke with us nigga when you can't even focus Cause we don't break bread with bitches, we take head from bitches Cause niggaz be gettin' dead from bitches for bein' (Chorus) In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes f**kin' They know we be poppin' off (King Tee) This big black baracuda type nigga Last of the old coupe pack type niggaz Last of the honcho and Flint type niggaz Big Tweet, Big Pete, pimp type figgas It's like a jungle and I'm King Tee the tyrant Demandin' all bitches stay silent - f**k snitchin' I'm the violent - pilot for your child hall riot Where niggaz pull swords like pirates Hoes get i-rit, I mean irate Tee-la let a bitch eat, put some dick on her plate You better get yo' ass some muscle and go hustle Get up on the grind, stop f**kin' with mine For the umpteenth time, I'm a baller by nature Schooled by the best, f**k a hater Never lay low, let 'em know, out of mind, out of sight But for damn sure you'll catch me with the homies tonight We just - (Chorus) In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes f**kin' They know we be poppin' off |
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from Xzibit - Full Circle (2007)
<i>[Daz Dillinger + (T-Pain)]</i>
Yeah, help for the helpless! Big money, big cars.. big weed! <i>[T-Pain adlibs]</i> Y'all know what time it is! But you better stack that money! (Awww shit! Ha ha ha ha...) For baaaiiilll.... <i>[Chorus 2X: T-Pain]</i> I'm on bail, got that weight for sale Strawberries and blueberries all on a nigga's tail I'm on bail, bet not 'nare nigga tell... bet not 'nare nigga tell Yeah! <i>[Daz Dillinger]</i> I'm on a two million dollar bail Caught with the product that them young niggaz sell I'm fresh outta cells, twelve hours later.. my clientele hit my pager The situation gettin thick, Dat Nigga Daz is major! I live the life of a gangster, I rob gangsters Ten years up on the table, I deny that flavor She a fighter to the fullest, if I lose I catch a bullet (bullet) Can't tell a nigga nuttin when he starvin and losin Now I'm back up on the street, completely correctly You disrespect me, it's the same that's it's gon' be Automatics get tragic when you let niggaz have it Then I'm caught back up like before, I gotta stack my cabbage Monday morning, 8:30 right back in court Couple of homeboys, my momma give me full support Raised up filthy but the Lord be with me Like an addict, it's the verdict and the jury, "NOT GUILTY!!!" <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Xzibit]</i> They used to have me on that paperwork 'cause I used make my paper.. work, lifestyle covered with dirt See I was first on my block with .40 caliber glocks Similarities to my uncut, they ready to rock (ready to rock) 'Cause everybody wanna ball, nobody wanna get caught Only the pros and the cons get to stack these knots Motherfuckers want that Benz with the millions by the karats When they fencing all day, they start talkin like a parrot Information they sharing so be cautious where ya walk Never pillow talk behind closed doors in the dark It might creep back and bite you, indict you, convict you to a five by nine for a very long time Fuck droppin dimes, niggaz is droppin whole hundreds So the hood's gettin skinny and the one-times love it If I don't go get it, then the next nigga will So I kill at will with my gauge in them killin fields Yeah! <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[The Game]</i> Yo X, tell my momma to put the house up, wait, the house cost too much Tell her to get a hundred grand out the Porsche truck It's just like a house 'cause I take a bath in it Get ass in it and I gotta stash in it Smoke hash in it, blueberry chocolate tah Smokin chronic make me see shit, like 2Pac alive Bandana knotted in the front like 2Pac alive Walkin out the courthouse spittin on the camera guy I bang (Thug Life), but this ain't Death Row This some gangster shit for my niggaz down on death row Exhibit A - watch how I let the tec go And Exhibit B - burn the rubber on the West coast <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> <i>[Xzibit (laughing)]</i> Y'all know y'all miss that shit |
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from Xzibit - Full Circle (2007)
<i>[Chorus]</i>
In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' They know we be poppin' off <i>[Xzibit]</i> Uh-uh, I know you gettin' high cause you keep on starin' and your eyes don't lie That shit you wearin' and your friends keep darin' There's enough to go around and they don't mind sharin' Get between your thighs, make ya exercise You ain't gotta waste no time with no 'fuck me' eyes I'm like all day long up in ya Take a break, make a drink, roll the 'wood, let the games continue Uh, (you make me so hot) - you better than the rest of them bitches I'll bang your back out in every position I never listen to the shit niggaz say How you're easy to spread, like to pop pills and fuck all day But baby that's alright with me If you thinkin' long-term, bitch that's what it ain't gon' be So just shake what your mamma gave ya And I'ma give you what your dad gave your mom to make ya <i>[Chorus]</i> In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' They know we be poppin' off <i>[DJ Quik]</i> Now riddle me this... Whenever I hit her hard in the middle she piss Do I take that as normal and watch her play with her tits? I'm confused, I feel so used - and I got the dick Now what am I doin' here? She tell me she wants to keep the condom as a souvenir And that's kinda weird to me I guess this ol' fuck session ain't what it appear to be Because the concierge has just brought the bill to me I go 200 miles per hour on a street bike And 9-0 beats per minute on a sweet mic Whenever I get with bitches I lose a little somethin' Sperm by the zones, we keep it hot and goin' Xzibit we got it flowin', don't even approach us, you only get roaches How you gon' smoke with us nigga when you can't even focus Cause we don't break bread with bitches, we take head from bitches Cause niggaz be gettin' dead from bitches for bein' <i>[Chorus]</i> In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' They know we be poppin' off <i>[King Tee]</i> This big black baracuda type nigga Last of the old coupe pack type niggaz Last of the honcho and Flint type niggaz Big Tweet, Big Pete, pimp type figgas It's like a jungle and I'm King Tee the tyrant Demandin' all bitches stay silent - fuck snitchin' I'm the violent - pilot for your child hall riot Where niggaz pull swords like pirates Hoes get i-rit, I mean irate Tee-la let a bitch eat, put some dick on her plate You better get yo' ass some muscle and go hustle Get up on the grind, stop fuckin' with mine For the umpteenth time, I'm a baller by nature Schooled by the best, fuck a hater Never lay low, let 'em know, out of mind, out of sight But for damn sure you'll catch me with the homies tonight We just - <i>[Chorus]</i> In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' They know we be poppin' off |
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from Xzibit - Full Circle (2007)
(Chorus - Xzibit)
I'm the police, I'm the police I'm the police, I'm the police (Verse 1 - Xzibit) I love my f**king rob, and I don't want to stop Ever since I was a child, I wanted to be a cop You know protect and serve, a couple traffic stops I make a bust, and take something out the top A thin blue line, we run these streets You bang on them, but never bang on me I cell search, stepping on pillows and sheets I'm the police, treat a nigga just like fresh meat I got a short wick, on some New York shit Take you to the precinct and f**k you with a broomstick I patrol your hood, put you on my hood Leave you in the wrong hood, got it understood PC 647b, that's a prostitute, plus she kind of cute She don't want to jail, well bitch I'll tell you what Get on your muthaf**kin' knees, suck my partner up (Chorus) I'm the police, I'm the police I'm the police, I'm the police (Verse 2 - Xzibit) You know a couple of muthaf**kas was giving us grief Pulled a couple strings, dodge the media beef Ever since them niggaz in black said "F**k the police" I been grinding on the back of my teeth, loading my piece Waiting for some, get back like it or not We investigated the shots, that killed Biggie and Pac Ever wonder why nobody ever figured it out Cause we the ones that got to figure it out I shout freeze at the top of my lungs I'm the cream of the crop You don't stop you get popped by my warning shots And if you try to come back, with a civil suit I sit back and watch my system take a shit on you (Bridge) Order in the court, Order in the court That muthaf**ka shot me, case dismissed Ha Ha Ha Ha, police I'm the police (Verse 3 - Xzibit) You see this f**kin' badge, you see these f**kin' lights I'm in your neighborhood rolling on you every night You faggots run and duck, look at you scared as f**k You see me coming in your mirror niggaz straighten up Turn that hat around, I'm here to take you down Hey partner look at these weapons and this coke I found I'm going to let it slide, show you who you can trust And if you want to keep selling, nigga you sell for us Make you a 1030, I'll get you hands dirty Murder for hire, professional liar I plan to make police chief and then retire I remember when you set your own hood on fire I reinforce the freeways, to bring the tanks So the next time y'all trip, f**k bloods and crips Cause we the biggest gang in L.A. Ramp Part, f**k with us, get blown away (Chorus) I'm the police, I'm the police I'm the police, I'm the police |
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from Xzibit - Full Circle (2007)
Yeahhh!
<i>[Intro: Jelly Roll]</i> See I was trippin through the city with a big ol' - PISTOL Trickin off these niggaz in the Raaaange - RENTAL I was smokin drinkin end up kind of tipsy Lookin through my rearview they followin me I wonder why the fuck are they followin me I seem them niggaz creepin two cars behind me (hmm) You'll never catch me slippin just me and my - PIECE You must be smokin if you think I'ma call the - POLICE <i>[Xzibit]</i> I'm a beast, still got a crease Still got my Converse thumpin down the concrete YEAHHHHHHH, black and blue Bugati This is Strong Arm robbery, you can't deny me My garage a mirage a collage of chrome I look alive with the nine when I leave my home Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome This is grown man business, recognize the tone If I don't recognize the number won't answer my phone Rockin every area code still stay in my zone I don't play no fuckin games now bitch I'm grown Now I crack your fuckin neck to the shit I'm on Yeah! <i>[Chorus: Xzibit]</i> Six-four, chromed out, ragtop ROLLIN Get your weight up, cause X can't stop ROLLIN Niggaz thought it was over but X came back ROLLIN I got my own sack to roll so I'm ROLLIN <i>[Xzibit]</i> YEAH, my release, bang through the streets We hang like orangutangs, mangle the beast Niggaz hatin, gravitatin to the lies that they tell My reality takin over where that fiction fail What the hell, might as well show the cards I'm holdin Sweet taste, aeromatic, backwood ROLLIN Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the strut kit My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what the fuck bitch? Boomerang my change, I rearrange some thangs My slang click bang and expose they brains Then I pray, our father who art in heaven Got people jumpin out the buildin like 9/11 Malcolm X to the X landin on them like Plymouth Rock (Yeah!) You get knocked out, get socked in your fuckin mouth Now e'rybody know the business, you want it come get it (c'mon) But if you ROLLIN throw it up, let me know that you with it <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> <i>[Xzibit]</i> YEAH, I repeat, my name over beats I binge on the finer things you cringe in defeat Escalation, elevation to another plateau Sometimes it take a few steps back to mentally grow Here we go, what you know, campaign in motion Straight West coast and West worldwide ROLLIN Got that Aston Martin DV9 equipped with a stash box In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot Strip down my frame, repave my lane Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane Don't complain when the chamber slide back and bang Make it taste like shit when you sayin my name It's the Golden State heavyweight, holdin the belt Cause I'm a one man army I don't need no help This is a - PISTOL, I use to protect myself Careful these hammerhead hollow points is bad for your health My nia <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> <i>[Intro - echoes at the end]</i> |
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from Xzibit - Full Circle (2007)
Bitch ass nigga was talkin' all this shit right?
I'm like damn, you bitch ass nigga I should sock you in your motherfuckin' mouth Talkin' all this shit about my homie So I chirped him (chirp-chirp) Hey 'cause, this nigga talkin' all this shit right? Boom, the homie came up and was like "Nigga say that shit in my motherfuckin' face" Popped him dead in his motherfuckin' mouth nigga Niggaz be talkin' all this shit The only thing I wanna know is, look [Chorus] See when the drama pop off, then pardon me, it ain't my fault My back was up against the wall, thanks to y'all (Niggas talkin' like bitches) You need to say it to my face if you got somethin' to say bout me Cause that's the way it's supposed to be, but you ain't no G (Niggas talkin' like bitches) Wishin' you could be like me Sometime men got some more than women You do too good in Cali the prey start to turn to venom You can't walk in these shoes nigga, you can't fit 'em I'm bout five seconds away from the "let's go get him" So nigga (say it to my face) if you're feelin' like King Kong Mysery love company, I guess I'm a leave y'all Until that day, you wanna tuck them nuts And try to hit my switches and get your frame fucked up You gotta (say it to my face), I'm right here with a 12-gauge You talkin' to a man that plan on dyin' of old age Until that day, I crush everything in my way And give a fuck about what y'all say [Chorus] Too much of anything makes you a addict Wantin' contact with another man makes you a faggot Patience is virtue, don't make me hurt you I came full circle, about-face reversal Salute the general, make yourself presentable Analytical, every move made political (Say it to my face) and wake up in a hospital Huh, gutter never takin' me under Fuckin' nerve of you motherfuckers Thinkin' I was slippin', I was servin' you motherfuckers X went off the deep end, I'm determined you motherfuckers So watch how you speakin' Cause I'm listenin' closely for any pussy approachin' me [Chorus] Nigga, you better come with the Taliban Never been a slave or afraid of another man X move like the brutal force of an avalanche It ain't my fault you smoked off your chance See motherfuckers envy what they cannot be Mr. X to the Z, H.N.I.C. Shh, half assed niggaz gon' shit on me If they sentence me to five I'll be out in three You'll be deep in the dirt for the bugs to eat Tucked in for eternity, time to sleep Til' that day, I'll crush everything in my way And give a fuck about what y'all say See when the drama pop off, then pardon me, it ain't my fault My back was up against the wall, thanks to y'all (Niggas talkin' like bitches) You need to say it to my face if you got somethin' to say bout me Cause that's the way it's supposed to be, but you ain't no G (Niggas talkin' like bitches) Wishin' you could be like me (Niggas talkin' like bitches) All that yackin' don't do shit Dogg Pound homie, the homie Xzibit Kurupt Young Gotti, Bigg Snoop, we here Daz Dillinger, nickels and nines homie Look back, |
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from Xzibit - Full Circle (2007)
Yo, listen, huh
[Chorus:] I just wanna thank you, for bein' around And patiently waitin' and holdin' me down It's easy to see, for Mr. X to the Z That without no you, there could be no me I just wanna thank you, for bein' a fan And watchin' me grow from a boy to a man It's easy to see, for Mr. X to the Z That without no you, there could be no me You 'bout to hear some words, that you ain't probably heard With all of these rappers pullin' triggers and flippin' birds I know it sound absurd, cause they don't tell the truth They prostitutes, fuckin' contaminate the youth But yet I'm guilty of, the things I said above No matter my faults still continue to show me love Naw I ain't perfect man, but yet I stay the same I play chess not checkers but this is not a game And this is not a song, and this is not a verse It's not conceived, or simulated or been rehearsed Spent the first half of my life, thinkin' that I was cursed Could have been hit with a hollow, follow behind my hearse That wasn't meant for me, I spent a decade Makin' it what it's supposed to be, hopefully brought you close to me All these people approaching me, don't even know the half I could be facin' life but X is signin' autographs, damn [Chorus] My son's 11 now, I got to see him grow Makin' his free throws, the way he laughin' at the show Yo he remind me of me, when I was ridin' bikes He gonna' be taller than me, he got my mother's height But yo you know the difference, between me and them others They say you buggin' when I call you my sisters and brothers I coulda' missed it all, I coulda' dropped the ball Mind of Metallica, motherf*** 'em and "kill 'em all" I used to hustle raw, I used to run the streets I used to hustle heats, I grinded all my beef Most of my homies is gone, restin' in peace Some'll never see release from custody of police, but me But nah my little dude get to go to private school And I can do the things my father couldn't afford to do That's what it's 'sposed to do, this is from me to you Support from you and yours, thank you for gettin' me through, true [Chorus] We buried Proof today, it really broke me up To see my brother in that casket, man what the fuck? Media made me angry, I had to soak it up The future is fragile never promised to none of us Hittin' so close to home, but what I focused on Is how he lived, the lives he touched, the cornerstone We never walk alone, although sometime it seems That nightmares go hand in hand with livin' out dreams So let me take this time, from my struggle my grind To let you know that I appreciate you by my side It's been a long ride, a lot of long nights A lot of long flights, worth every sacrifice A soldier of fortune fearless fightin' the good fight I never had a plan be, I never lost sight That's why I hit the stage, that's why I kill the mic It's for my fans that's ridin' with Xzibit for life, right [Chorus] Thank you, for lettin' me breathe For lettin me be who I am, huh, yeah, huh Two little words, y'all never get to hear enough Knahmsayin? Yeah that, hehe Yes.. the return Uh-huh.. breathe |
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from Xzibit - Full Circle (2007)
<i>[Xzibit]</i>
Big bad insane Strong Arm Steady gang Way beyond the days of rockin them stupid rapper chains Comin through clear the lane, send a bullet through your brain Number one with a bullet - faster than the bullet train Pop it if you pull it mayne, hang with orangutans I live for my soldiers, ask them, they gon' say the same My gauge rings your bells like the Hunchback of Notre Dame Ain't even gotta say it, you motherfuckers know the name Legendary classic, niggaz be punk pussy and plastic Wastin the time and the minds of the masses (yeah!) But look how strong we are, man I'm a motherfuckin star Every week I cop a house and a car The mini-mansion off in Vegas with the vanquish That's where I mastermind my situations, determination and patience We don't speak the same language (no) I got a translator spittin 25 times, see your bitch ass later, C'MON! <i>[Chorus: Xzibit]</i> That nigga X to the Z, that boy is somethin to see, cause he a G I got the whole world waitin on me! I'm about that grind so motherfucker don't waste my time I got the whole world waitin on me! If you ready to ride, c'mon, get in my ride and let's slide I got the whole world waitin on me! ... Yeah! I got the whole world waitin on me! <i>[Xzibit]</i> Niggaz screamin they the shit but that shit ain't real I don't need to be the shit cause shit roll downhill I'm escalatin aggressively, millions built up in equity Corporations invest in me, bangin shit 'til the death of me (YEAH!) Cooked coke recipe, money come back so thick My kid's kids couldn't spend this shit Get a grip, pop a clip, chop down that brick No amount of fame gon' change this gangsta spit Quick to roll out the backwood (yeah) smoke out your buildin We soldiers devoted dressed down like civilians Niggaz wanna kill me because I make millions (that's weak!) That's weak like gangstas that hide behind children (hahaha, yeah!) Novocain the game, no shame No feelings, no names, no numbers, naw bitch You can't hang with us (no!) Ashes to ashes and you cain't bust You so popcorn and fake industrious, YEAH! <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Xzibit]</i> Yeah... yeah, whattup Key? I'm liftin plates you'll never find in the weight room So stay tuned my platoon finna touch down soon Cancun to St. Thomas, St. Thomas to the Bahamas Most niggaz ain't really honest so I'm watchin my step I'm the hardest cold-hearted artist, the coast is clear Dubai, Australia to Africa, this is the year! Let the alcohol you sippin saturate in yo' system I be swimmin through these women, man, fuck 'em and flip 'em I know you hopin I would fall to the side, or go to Way Side It ain't a motherfucker alive to come and take mine (no!) Don't procrastinate, don't waste time Never faced time, Houdini with crime, traffic over state lines Military minded, stickin to the base lines Intellectually brighter than California sunshine Yeah, I got my bars up, go pull my cars up (yeah) I love my struggle, never cover my scars up (c'mon) Nigga <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from XXX2 : The Next Level (트리플엑스 2 : 넥스트 레벨) [ost] (2005)
[Intro: Xzibit] (Jonathan Davis)
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, let's go (Fight the power Fight the power Fight the power You gotta fight the powers that be) Let me hear you say (Fight the power Fight the power Fight the power You gotta fight the powers that be) [Jonathan Davis] (Xzibit) {Both} 1989 the number another summer (Get down) Sound of the fucking drummer Music hitting your heart cause I know you got soul (Brothers and sisters) Listen if you're missing y'all Swinging while I'm singing Giving whatcha getting Knowing what I know While the whole bands sweating {And the rhythm rhymes rolling} Got to give us what we want (Ho) Gotta give us what we need (Yeah) Our freedom of speech is freedom our death We got to fight the powers that be [Chorus: Jonathan Davis] (Xzibit) (Let me hear you say) Fight the power Fight the power Fight the power You gotta fight the powers that be (Let me hear you say) Fight the power Fight the power Fight the power You gotta fight the powers that be [Xzibit] (Jonathan Davis) As the rhythm designed to bounce What counts is that the rhyme Designed to fill your mind Now that you've realized the prides arrived We got to pump the stuff to make us tough from the heart It's a start A work of art To revolutionize make a change nothing's strange People, people we are the same No we're not the same Cause we don't know the game What we need is awareness We can't get careless You say what is this? (What is this) My beloved lets get down to business Mental self defensive fitness Bum rush the show You gotta go for what you know, yeah And make everybody see In order to fight the powers that be [Chorus] [Jonathan Davis] Elvis was a hero to most But he never meant shit to me you see Straight up racist that sucker was Simple and plain [Xzibit] Motherfuck him and John Wayne Cause I'm black and I'm proud And I'm ready, I'm hyped plus I'm amped Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps [Jonathan Davis] (Xzibit) Take a look back and you'll look and you'll find Rednecks for 400 years if you check (Man Fuck Tha Police) Was a number one jam (Yeah) But soon as I say it they can slap me right here, fuck it [Xzibit] (Jonathan Davis) {Both} Let's get this party started right (Right on, come on) What we got to say (Hey) Power to the people no delay (Yeah) And make everybody see In order to {fight the powers that be} [Chorus] x2 |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
Yeah.. yo.. c'mon
Ride wit me, lemme take you somewhere My father was a soldier, my mother was a rider I was born wit my fists balled up, I'ma fighter Inspired, a real rhyme writer Get past the past the future looks brighter But, I wanna get it back to the way it was Exchange blows, elbows and it was still love A better time, better place in space Cause nothin can erase, shame tat' like my nigga Chase Cause Bigga B will never be replaced, right And I'ma scream it to the whole fuckin human race Get a bar, get a taste Enforce the muscle to ya hustle and ya did it with grace Cause real niggaz don't save face, t hey make movements Back to the time when hip-hop was music When N.W.A. got booed at the Apollo Broke Straight Outta Compton and the whole world followed Cause right now hip-hop is hollow With no substance, X-Man with the roughness Cause success can suck sometime And many of us the way we act, we even lost our minds You can hold your breath, 'til your blue in the face But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on (now sing the song wit me) You can speculate, on every breath I take But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on Back to the day when +Cooley+ was +High+ Hustle big like Butch in the Y-B-I We did it 'n died, the gang still multiplied Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply Hypnotized, not by the glitz 'n glamour So fuck them cameras, all I need is clips and hammers The X-Man said that the first rhyme out Were my fans worth my time? The first line out, so Here we are eight years strong and still movin Groovin with a reputation ya can't ruin I wanna take it back how it used to be Five thousand fucked up, rockin outta unity You can hold your breath, 'til your blue in the face But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on (now sing the song wit me) You can speculate, on every breath I take But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on Was it the alcohol in you, the money the power the fame that made you actually attempt to try to disgrace my name? Played those games nigga when I was younger in life 'Til I seen another man's life cut short with a knife Lose teeth, cause beef, no peace with us Ya can't hang, and ya sho' can't eat with us When times get tough, the tough get rough and drastic Never been blasted, never been an arrogant bastard But I coulda been a lawyer, I shoulda been a doctor I never been a actor, I'm nothin but a monster I move in silence, speak with violence Think with science, live free and walk with lions Cats around me with gats like Yasser Arafat It takes a nation of millions to hold me back Pounds of cush to push what I'm talkin about It's hard to talk the talk with a gauge in yo mouth It's hard to walk the walk with ya back blew out Don't let the things that you can't change stress you out Cause X take the money and run, and raise a man from a son And change the world with the power of one c'mon You can hold your breath, 'til your blue in the face But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on You can speculate, on every breath I take But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
Yeah, Stong Arm Steady
One gang, four guns, how the West was won, let's go Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us I'm eatin chicken wings, mm, it's like chicken feed Mm, I'm at the feedhouse smokin all this chicken's weed Huh, you're hardly hard, this sucker's soft as volleyball Cold Chillin' like my name was +Big Daddy+ +Marley Marl+ You're not a star at all, no, you're just a sidekick, yeh Runnin the outside lickin shit and ridin dicks Real niggaz start cliques, start shit we spark clips The mac'll make your door lift and leave me with a sore wrist You should be impressed, yeh, it's like my first impression I pull representer, exposition in a session I'm in the Expedition, expose a dark dimension Your girl used to suck dick du-ring detention You got dumped, she came up by spittin out nuts of every homey comin home from prison Yeah the fake chicks get dick the Ferragamo fake fits I keep they drawers drenched, no drawers, fake tits Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us This the last call, total recall, my pimpin flowin like Niagara Falls So you can Phil Da Agony y'all Yeah you get beat to the punch, rap monsters eat you for lunch And feed you to the beat that you want Fear keep knockin fake fans sent to no one Fuck them niggaz run from me I don't owe 'em Why do things for free, you don't know 'em These niggaz'll load up the heat, they don't throw 'em Hooks stay floatin in my mind, I design 'em like architects workin online, I'm on the incline Lamp like the heavyweight champ, it took 3 months of trainin While it's rainin take your brain through boot camp Fair facts, Nike Air Max, I'm back blunted Yeah that them niggaz hear t hat and don't want it Triple trick niggaz get sick to they stomach Strong Arm Steady ready act like you want it - BITCH! Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Every day above ground is a good day My wordplay only contain what the hood say Clack the black off a nigga make him see the light My overhand right'll violate your civil rights We get bars, big cars, cigars 12 gauge salute to your face to face God Icon, marathon mack, where the bitches at? Raise it back, steady game, came with a gang of gats I hit your pressure points, we jack the motherlode Expose your motives like a CSI episode Output maximum level, dig deep down in the dirt with diligence and dance with the devil, yeah Cause you don't know me homey, I keep the banger on me It wasn't my aim, it came with the territory Feet planted firm in the turf, plant you six feet deep in the earth Gettin slumped while the ammo dump, fucker Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Bewaaaaaaare of us {*BLAM*} |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Verse 1: Xzibit] Justine, 19, just got clean Fresh outta rehab with self-esteem She ain't felt this good in a while A new leash on life, a vibrant thang, a beautiful smile Used to run with a circle of friends, who was skeleton thin Sniff white lines off powerful men But see, all that's a thang of the past, she got class And be damned if she'd let herself burn and crash She ain't from money so she startin from scratch It's hard working for scraps It take everything she got not to relaspe Locked down in 9 to 5, but at the 9 to 5 She get sexually harrased and chastised Boss is a married man, she won't touch him Frustrated angry man, she won't fuck him She's out of her job, at Basket Cakes Least it came wit an 8, 2 lines to the face God Damn! [Chorus] It's a cold, cold, world, and you know it Niggaz will lay you down and take your bread, yeah and you know it Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it! Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it, yeah [Verse 2: Xzibit] He was on his own, at a very young age When he learned from the streets, made everything change See he came up with hustlers, lost his religion It's funny how money can make a nigga think he livin I ain't talkin paper like Jigga or Dre It's more like 7500, 9 ounces of lle' That's what he say he can get for the flip, they thought the deal was legit But he stuck him and split, in deep shit Now his mother work for minimum pay Live a positive way, she the first one at church every Sunday Blind to the needs of her son, he's a gatling gun In the streets, jackin niggaz for fun It's a non-stop search through the hood, but can't catch him They found out where mom stayed and went steppin The evil that men do, but still we continue With death and dishonor, for the all mighty dollar, it's so cold [Chorus] [Verse 3: Xzibit] He was 13, brought up in Baghdad Ate with his right and made money with his left hand Prayed to the East, 5 times daily His mother and father just had a new born baby Now his father was an Imam who carried the weight And built his family on 5 pillars of faith Never trippin off Western ways, it meant nada Pilgramige to Mecca to circle around Kabba 300 miles away, British troops hit Basra His cousin waged jihad and died with honor He heard about the buildings on 9-11 And a man named Bush on a search for weapons Now here come the U.S., to crush Saddam Wit 88 thousand tons of missle and bombs But his family's too broke to move or find shelter If they all had to die, they would die together and that's cold... damn [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy] I'd leave the girl alone, but the bitch keeps callin me All day and all night long, she just keeps callin me She says she'll kill herself if I try to let her go Somebody pray for me, cause I'm stuck with a crazy ho [Suga Free] Comin from a cat, that uhh believe that if wasn't nobody else in the world to pimp he'll probably pimp hisself, that's me, Suga Free Dig that, yeah, again? Uhh X, man, y'know If I don't slop her man she feel like I don't love her, youknowhatI'mtalkinabout? This thing takes all kinds of turns and switches and changes, y'know It's called the P - Steady! [Chorus] [Strong Arm Steady - 1] Woman out the wilderness - bitch! The homies say you got a wildabeast piece But she a dimepiece, her mind lost, thrown off course She been divorced twice, overwhelmed by - bad advice from a past life, she crazy though Call my telephone a hundred times in a row I don't know how to let her go I'm stuck with this ho - pardon me But she ain't nuttin but the worst part of me She even threatened to slice her artery I gotta watch my God Degree She tried to voodoo the peas and throw her eyelashes in the recipe Please, it's more than she's spittin in my lemonade and R. Kelly ain't got the right to sing the hook, like Butch Yeah, c'mon, spit it [Chorus] [Strong Arm Steady - 2] Now since chickens of a feather be cluckin together And I met her through Aiesha, I shoulda known better She a pro-fessional charger Laker chaser The kind that'll lie and say one of 'em raped her (trick) But she in love with a gangsta And it's been all trivial since the day that I janked her Swore she wasn't ghetto but I met her at Fairmont Shoulda knew she was a gangsta when she said that it wasn't her man's car - but now she crazy over me Tryin to OD, cause she can't be with me She'll, fuck with different sets just to bring you beef Fake a pregnancy just to get you fo' a G, crazy [Butch Cassidy] How much can one man take? Worried if I leave it's her life she'll take So I'm stuck here livin life in fear Situation so severe I need to change my ways Pay more attention to her ho-pefully Thinkin with my dick every night and day The bitch won't go away [Strong Arm Steady - 3] Girl stop screamin All in front of my house, tellin everybody you not leavin And just beat it - you're insane Crazy and deranged and I don't need you Look, don't make me repeat it I'ma say it one time, kick rocks or I'ma call the one-time I shoulda hollered at your sister (aiy) We went to the same high school, and plus she finer than you Hey - baby this one's on you You know it ain't no fun if the homies can't have none too You dug my man out, your hand's out, askin for help Hey - go 'head trick, kill yourself, {?} [Chorus] [Suga Free] That means you ain't doin it for free And that's what I'm talkin 'bout, Suga Free Up in here with Xzibit y'knamhsayin, West coast big style We really doin this out here f'real homey Y'knahmsayin, y'all get to know, y'knahmsayin You'll get to know yo' folks a little bit better too if you just uhh, recognize this P, y'knahmean? Y'knahmsayin we respect the hip-hop, we respect the whole 9 Y'knahmtalkinabout pimpin, the bud is greener and the grass is greener Y'knahmtalkinabout, the pimpin is cleaner and mackin is meaner Y'knamsayin, DIG THAT You can be a stand-up ho or a fall-down bitch And we mean this out here on the West |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
{*helicopter flying overhead*} "Outside the South Central area, few cared about the violence because - it didn't affect them." - Tom Brokaw "Break 'em off somethin" - Ice Cube [Chorus] "Back to the criminal set... but they can't catch me yet" - Ice Cube Don't trip you might break your neck {"break 'em off somethin"} And get wet from the reign of the tec, I {"break 'em off somethin"} "Back to the criminal set... but they can't catch me yet" - Ice Cube Your gum bumpin gon' lead to gun bumpin {"break 'em off somethin"} I'm the one when the party is jumpin to {"break 'em off somethin"} [Xzibit] I heard the O.G.'s they don't hit And I'm the only one left from the West that you can't fuck with But lately I've been feelin like Will Smith Why bother with rap when I can get 20 mill' on a flick? Y'all niggaz just started some shit, the underdog Makin songs for them hogs, and them Bloods and Crips For the shah by the mall with a Muslim scent After all, who do you call to rock your shit? {"break 'em off somethin"} Bust the ghetto bird, circle above, reminisce of the dust kicked up, the dirt swept under the rug Duct tape, ski-mask, tape recorders Cue Kaze, ready to blaze and bakin soda First learned how to cook in a coffee pot Made the block get hot like lava rock Got love for the block cause I came from that But I ain't afraid to go right back {"break 'em off somethin"} [Chorus] [Xzibit] It's a, suicide it's a suicide If you ever get the heart to try fuckin with mines No change, I'm poppin the nine, you ridin the pine {"break 'em off somethin"} The heavy metal knock you out of your mind {"break 'em off somethin"} Now how many really gon' ride, when the war start? Eaten alive by these hollow-tip darts My 12 gauge'll tear you apart, don't get caught at the light the house party or the neighborhood park Mr. X marks the spot then pops the mark Turn your whole neighborhood to a parkin lot I paid the cost to be the boss and will do my time standin up 'til I get an appeal These weapons too real to conceal, so why bother Semper fidelis, I learned from my father I always stay faithful to myself and grow But when I catch that ass after the show - {"break 'em off somethin"} [Chorus] [Xzibit] I'm slick and slippery On a high-speed chase all the way to the victory Y'all niggaz is stone cold mysteries Too weak, can't stand in the ring with me Put a pussy back in his place, straightlaced With a Strong Arm Steady gang up in your face I run a race with the West to my back While you're the reason why they say niggaz in the West can't rap Ever since the white Concourse 'Llac, I've been unmatched A avalanche in the hood on attack Just hardcore actual facts, never wait Just react when them killers come at you with gats Had to dig the knife out of my back, now I'm back on track Hittin laps, 'bout to widen the gap yo It ain't the long fall from the top that got 'em It was the sharp sudden stop at the bottom, haha {"break 'em off somethin"} |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Verse 1]
I'm a menace, to society baby The police want to relocate me They run up with gun up, but they can't faze me They wanted to come up, but they ain't crazy got I ride one in the chain with gun on top Six train Chevrolet rolln' without no top Got them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop California to Virginia, Timmy makin it hot Takin long rides in a G4 plane X-Man to the stage got em goin insane Yeah nigga got the world sayin my name I'm bout to make a little change, I'm a keep it the same X to the Z baby, run up on ya, hittin corners Phantom platinum grill X be the life of the party, Don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody [Chorus] Can you feel the speakers jumpin Other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin Muggin in the club like they want to do somethin Feelin kinda rowdy, huh? Hey Now, Hey Now All the girls mean muggin 'cause they musta seen what a girl pulled up in In the club like they want to do somthin Feelin kinda rowdy, huh? Hey Now, Hey Now [Verse 2] Hey girl, look where I live 40 acres and a Maybach Benz You wanted to party, but I got biz This ain't entertainin, I'm feedin my kids On a 4-oh-5 in the car pool lane Got to hit some corners, I'm ridin the cane Want to ride out to a island, and tan your frame And just waste away a couple of days, Holla back at me! Look where I rap, make the crowd get loud like the sound of a gat LA on my baseball hat, where they want to ride up on you in that black on black Move, betta, bounce like a mother When brother got mass weapons of war with each other X getting big, not ready to die yet, my militant mindset Got you runnin for cover [Chorus] [Hook] I'm the life of the party, I got a moon roof, we poppin up out of Look at the whole world they talkin about us I got a mean hook, to rattle ya body [Verse 3] I want to talk a little, pick ya brain Want to see you in somethin little, walk around the plane I got a lot to gain, getting my record off the ground Like David Blaine So now, what you know bout me?, I'm a self-made man from poverty Now I own a lot of property I pimp rides, lifestyles, and companies Now let me spit you the facts I used to hustle the corner, but I ain't bringin you that I'm like swingin a bat, run at yo kneecaps for comin out ya face like that Baby girl touchin my chain, now let me tell you who I ain't Bitch you can't run no games, (A gangsta baby, ain't nothing changed) [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
You better get ready for the war [Chorus] 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 One] 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 McClaren with my mademoiselle I'm strong-arm steady, you fragile and frail You think you ready for them steady niggaz? I can't tell Sex sells so fuck you all, we came to bubble and ball You getting shutd own 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 [Hook: Xzibit] Look ma top of the world, the best of the best King California, L-A-X Out the hood, in the penthouse, from the projects One man, one gun, how the West was won - sing! [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse Two] 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 L-A-X, 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 detached decorate with the yellow tape Detonate, drop bombs, make the earth shake In Brazil with a half mill' in the briefcase [Hook] [Chorus] - 2X [Outro] ... You better get ready for the war |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Chorus] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did (Hey!) MOTHAFUCKA! [Xzibit] Hey Baby, Sexy Lady (Hey!) You Make Them Pants Look Crazy (Woo!) I Know You Schemin Have You Leavin' Screamin' "Fuck You, Pay Me!" LA Got Tons Of Dameies, Thats Quick To Have That Baby And That Try To Squeeze You For Every Penny That You Thought Of Makin' These Streets Is Fuckin' Viscious Can't Make The Wrong Decisions They Have You Shot Up And Shot Up, Caught Up Behind Some Bitches Handle Your Business Homie Cause Ain't No Homies In Business So Many People In This Business Be So Fuckin' Phony I See Right Through Them Traps These Niggaz Run Their Yaps But When It Really Cracked Them Pussy Niggaz Runnin Laps I Clap Em In They Tracks My Paper Come In Stacks And Stacks Of Rubberbands Thicker Than A Paperback Just Let The Henny Flow Go Where You Wanna Go My Party Heavyset, Ready Set Baby Here We Go Its Not A Fuckin Game, You Know my Fuckin Name I'm Number One, With A Motherfuckin Bullet MAN! [Chorus] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did MOTHAFUCKA! [Xzibit] My Soldiers Go With Missiles Gauges, Grenades, And Pistols Picture On The Front Of The Paper Dyin' To Press The Issue My Soldiers Gettin' At You Full Clip Is Spitting At You You Duck and Stuck In Position Just Like A Fuckin' Statue Nigga Im Quarterbackin We Got It Fully Crackin' And Poppin' And Showin No Signs Of Stopin With Options Fuck The Industry Derive Energy From Hennesy Literally, I Smoke Like A Chimney Y'all Know We Got Them Hummers Tight We Got Them Lovers Right They Want to Catch ya Get Naked Begin To Spend The Night Here You Go Some Good Advice Come Through Steppin Light Believe Me, Extremely Easy To Lose Your Life Get Em Up And Keep Em Up (X!) They Trying To Get Me Touched If You Gonna Swing It Nigga Bring It I Don't Give A Fuck! (Yea!) Better Make This Party Jump (Yea!) Better Make This Club Bounce (Yea!) So Take Your Shoes Before You Step Your Ass In My House [Chorus] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did MOTHAFUCKA! [Xzibit] Bitch We Keep It Crackin Right We Bring It Back To Life Biohazard Motherfuckas That Spreadin' Like A Parasite We Aint The Fuckin Type You Get The Target Site Lee Boyd Malvo, Can't Stop Me Now No! Get Your Fuckin' Paper Up We Outta Snatch It Up Full Metal Jacket Stay Clap Clapped In The Back Em Up Dont Even Think About it You Get Your Shit Rerouted Straw For Your Food Have You Pissin' Through A Plastic Tube I Know You Fuckin' Hate It We Stay Inebriated Break out The Hennsy Bottle Baby Your Regulated Its Not A Fuckin Game, You Know my Fuckin Name I'm Number One, With A Motherfuckin Bullet MAN! [Chorus x2] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did MOTHAFUCKA! |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Chorus] We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I bust you that's fly My gun never been shy, that's how gangsters get by It's either ride or die... [Verse 1: Xzibit] ... we just boogy, advance The rubber band stack thick in my pants Real gangsters make plots and plans and touch dirt Only prayin for the day when they can wash they hands Real gangsters leave nothin to chance at first glance If it ain't a sho' thing then you bet' not swing Real gangsters keep that Cutlass clean, keep the monsters mean And when you dump it drop it right at the scene Real gangsters got a gangsta lean You might not talk red, black, or blue but everybody talk green Glance to my left look over my right shoulder Livin life in my rearview, FUCK stayin sober Forget back I sit back and wait for the click-clack Real gangsters want real spit so I spit that Real gangsters don't even say it They just hit the trunk cock it and spray it Light up your Christmas! Yeah! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Xzibit] ... and don't slip up It's way too late when the bodybags zip up Real gangsters pray for they soul when they get up You live by the gun but you'll die by that hit up Watch that rig up, find yo'self in a box in a spot where the cops can't dig up Real gangsters ain't just thugs in bandanas Slugs and big cannons, drugs and big hammers Real gangsters open up ya minds and expand 'em Why was Tupac really spittin at the cameras? Cause real gangsters get no peace, they want us six feet deep or locked down in the belly of the beast Real gangsters make bread, rise like yeast Won't hesitate to put hot chrome to ya teeth So fuck beef! Real gangsters load heat When ya see 'em in the street better call the police, c'mon [Chorus] [Verse 3: Tone] ... syndrome is a fear that inner-city residents have of they own peers People in they own community usin a case where two blacks got smoked by one in '93 And ain't now nigga be the murder case Usin and servin survival shit as a defense plea In Cali big knot (knot) The judicial system out here'll have you level fo' 'til you rot It's because of the system we violence stricken Forced to frequent the zone when the reefer's driftin And it's hella drift cause in Southeast Danglewood Damn near, 30 years of Bloodin and Crippin And we inflicted with a disease mo' trip than an H-I-V Can't nuthin protect you from a hundred, drummer 2-2-3's You can call the police Wear a V-E-S-T but forget about safety [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Intro] Ahhh! We bout to go this motherfuckin club tonight, y'knahmean? Poke some motherfuckin hoes, y'knahmean? Make sure them hoes, y'knahmean? Gon' act accordingly, y'knahmean? Some nigga over there tryin to love one hoe Y'knahmean? You got one hoe! Nigga youse a stone motherfuckin Jackson Nigga youse a stony Jackson, you can't fuck with us So nigga, tuck your tail and hide your hoe nigga [Jelly Roll] We parked our rides, in front of club All these niggaz started givin us love Sayin I'm the shit, Xzibit you the shit Jelly Roll get 'em, can I be for real? It's Strong Arm and Jelly Roll, cool for real Yeah motherfucker, why don't you just chill Cause I'm just coolin at the spot Ain't much wrong plus you're makin it hot I like shinin from all the grindin Girl's best friend, man I'm just like diamonds I like khakis and Air Force Ones Gangsters in the hood with them air force guns We poppin them tags, our pockets fat We fin' to put the world in a shopping bag Nigga X the man, and I'm the man We tryin to make you love it, don't you understand? [Chorus] If you're with Strong Arm, you're really down with us If you get high, then get a blunt and roll it up Your hood's gon' ride, then let me see you throw it up If you ready I'm ready see really we don't give a fuck Get'cha ass up if you're really down with us Girl you ain't cute, get on the floor and move your butt The bar is open everybody's gettin drunk If you're ready I'm ready see really we don't give a fuck [Xzibit] Another night in L.A., the homies all valet We got it lookin the dub show in front of the place Strong Arm + 75, we so deep we arrive and then we swarm like you fucked with the hive Gotta look a nigga right in the eyes, to tell the truth and the lies Even the strong find it hard to survive Another day another dollar we can walk on water Better, drop your tone, you ain't nobody's father Hotter than about a buck shot your carne asada X burn down the town like a path of lava Pathological drama so we got it inside Is it the wine or the women it's so hard to decide Look alive it's crackin; this is organized street hustlin with corporate backin promotin interstate traffic (traffic) Classic, smash out right Cause live from Los Angeles it's Saturday Night [Interlude] Cause I, can get yo' ass on the floor Cause this, is this the funk that you want? The hand, it comes way up in the air And wave 'em all around like you just don't caaaaaaaaare Bitch, come off of those pots Stop, shake that junk in your trunk See you, can move this groovyville shit The shake that makes the whollllle club flip [Chorus] [Xzibit] You might get shot in the face if you don't stay in your place You ain't a soldier like me you a fuckin disgrace X move like a shark in the water, I'm dodgin death and disorder I'll get you hit it won't cost me a quarter I was sent here to strangle and slaughter in no particular order Your big mouth might endanger your daughter Another day another digit I'ma speak it and live it Better get yourself a gun 'fore you fuck with Xzibit Pockets shorter than a midget, you can fuckin forget it X green light the target and easily hit it Grab the zone and split it so we smokin them woods Steady givin niggaz the business and keepin it hood Firearms we packin, this is military mindstate that's ready for action we mercenaries and assassins (blastin) Clashin, smash out right Cause live from Los Angeles it's Saturday Night [Jelly Roll] Let's hit the club and get it on tonight Let's get drunk this is Saturday Night Just got paid, shine my chrome up tight Time to get it crackin, off the Henn' tonight X is here, the gang is here Jelly Roll production bangin crystal clear I've been low, now check my highs Million dollar niggaz right before yo' eyes [Xzibit] In Los Angeles, homey (it's Saturday Night) In Houston, dogg (it's Saturday Night) In Miami, mate (it's Saturday Night) In Atlanta, shorty (it's Saturday Night) In St. Louis, dirty (it's Saturday Night) In New Orleans wodie, yo (it's Saturday Night) In New York City, yo (it's Saturday Night) Around the world baby, yo (it's Saturday Night) [Outro] On some straight motherfuckin pimpin shit, y'knahmean? |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
Yeah.Check it out.They say behind every strong man
Is an even stronger woman Cause she, was put here to defeat me Cause she, cuss me out, quick to leave me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Cause she, blow my phone up, to reach me Cause she, tried to lock, now she leaves me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Man, with that sucka, she I'm from a place, where they quick to say "Fuck A Bitch" And gettin' grits, off of pussy, try ta get a hitch But I'm a bachelor, stackin' it, drinkin', need to quit Me and my clique, ride through cities like we own da shit You caught my eye, looking fly, body lookin' thick So who am I I reply with my government exchange the numbers Escapades for days, satisfying my hunger Don't trip, you from a long list, a long line Get in line, you so fucking fine, you spendin' time Introduce you as a friend of mine, never my woman I got 20/20 cord vision, seein' you comin' Livin' my life, I don't need a wife But you persist, tryin' ta strengthen our relationship But I'm a dog, and a dog gotta run the streets Without a leash, this ain't workin' so I'm sayin' peace You ain't the one for me! Cause she, was put here to defeat me Cause she, cuss me out, quick to leave me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Cause she, blow my phone up, to reach me Cause she, tried to lock, now she leaves me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need You found some way to hold on, through all the bullshit Never seen a woman so strong, I used to pull shit Now them days, long been gone, I gotta move in them streets Provide a place for all my peoples to eat I'm feelin stuck, had to hustle up The A-T-F, hit the house, had me shackled up You lost your mind, hate the time, I was in and out You never let a brother down, when you stressin out You stressin' wanted me, to figure out a different route You could've left, but you a rider and stuck it out And it's a trip, because it's like you never missed a beat You waited anxiously, patiently, stayin' strong for me I sat aside, thinking back to the way I was The way I am, and how I gotta be a stronger man I understand that you love me and you want the best but if you wanna take the good, you gotta take the rest I rock a vest, baby! Cause I, run these streets for my struggle Cause I, carry heat for my troubles Cause I, is that what you want, is that what you want, is that what you need? Cause I, want family so I'm buildin Cause I, want you just for my children Cause I, is that what you want, is that what you want, is that what you need? And all this time it was you Baby forgive me for the pain, I was puttin you through It's me and you against the world, so I'm keepin' it true I know I haven't been the best, the wrong things I must do I used to think I was the MAN, wasn't havin a clue I wasn't lookin for no love, but I found it in you It's so true, behind every great man is a women Every time you call me, Baby Girl, I'm a come runnin You got a soldier livin' right, girl you saved my life I sacrifice, anything to keep my family tight I seen the light, and when the world try to beat me down You always given me another reason, I can smile Cause you beleived in me, when there was nothin there to see My wife can be my better half, complete my family tree Ugh, nothin can stop us now, ?Verawane? gown Watchin your father, walk his little lady down the isle Cause you the one for me! Cause she, was put here to complete me Cause she, wooze the earth, underneath me Cause she, got what I want, got what I want, got what I need Cause she, won't let go, she won't leave me Cause she, won't leave, what she don't need me Cause she, got what I want, got what I want, got what I need Dedicated to the real ones out there Ugh, yeah, this is for you |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
Tonight I wanna take a few minutes to dicuss a great threat to peace.The dictator who is assembling the world's most dangerous weapons, is here in our own country.He is a homicidal dictator, who is addict to weapons of mass destruction.He has proven he is capable of any crime.The tyrant is me.I have directed the administration to support the use of violence against all of you.I will kill thousands, or hundreds of thousands of innocent people in our country and across the world. I um, resolve to bring sudden terror and suffering with horrible poisons, and diseases, and gases.Men and women, boys and girls, thousands of civilians will be killed in a single day, murdered at random, and with out remorse.My ultimate ambitions are to control the peoples of the United States, and to blackmail the rest of the world with weapons of mass terror.Weapons of Mass Destruction.
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception Busta Bus himself And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular X to the Zizzle That's what the fuck it is, 'nuff said YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! I wanna see you motherfuckers put your hands up Stretch bitch like you doin aerobics motherfucker Yeah! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Thought you was a tough guy? {*BOOM!*} When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now (A top dollar biller, a Rottweiler, a killer) (Slap the shit out a nigga tryin to copy my style) [Busta Rhymes] Check it I got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) bitches (Many) huh, bodies that's buried in holes of many ditches (Many, many) homes, plenty chrome up on my whip (Plenty) stop for you make me run up on your block and cock the semi Ready, any, nigga front I hold it steady I (cock) back (pop) the ratchet and spill your spaghetti HUH! Properties or blocks, we control 'em (Many, many) glocks know how I kill all your soldiers Freddy My machete (huh) will cut niggaz like I ain't really like 'em (Ha!) Then carve a nigga meat deep like I'm killin a bison HUH! Tyson, animal instinct the way I will beat you Got (many) shots and (plenty) spots for them bullets to eat you (Ha!) See through (huh) them holes them bullets'll leave in between you (Ha!) It seems you, got left to die slow all up inside the venue [Chorus] [Xzibit] Yup! Yo Orangutangin slangin, I'm hangin over the edge I rock two 40 glocks, I call 'em Barney and Fred I stay hungry like I'm only fed water and bread The king of the castle get at you, screamin off witcha head Brutal bustin, it's the X to the Z, we chart climbin You see my name next to that diamond, it's all timin Hit you in the stomach, with somethin your face and feet'll be touchin to have your bones start crackin and bustin To my women who be workin them jeans with fat asses Rich Itala heels, Roberto Cavali glasses Come to my hideout, let me pimp your ride out Hit your backside, tear your spine out and slide out (HUHHH!) Yeah, cause my grind don't quit I'm a walkin franchise with them extra clips I keep the bread roll thick, do lines so sick that you can cut 'em with a razor blade, sniff the shit, c'mon [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, check it I tell you (no lie) bitch nigga you (gon' die - kill or be killed!) Or get bodied just because you (walked by - nigga be still!) 'Fore the trigger go off and a (shot fly) and the shit'll be ill If the shot turn your stomach to a (pot pie) nigga we spill A little liquor for the homey muh'fucka (WE STILL) 'll make a nigga leak blood, 'til he need a (REFILL) You try to be a tough guy, and complicate what I build Somebody don't beat the shit out this muh'fucka (WE WILL!) [Xzibit] Asthmatic, dramatic, fold you like a Kraftmatic Heavy metal press hittin your chest like a train wreck Command respect, throw it one time for your set on deck Niggaz you never forget I set up precedents, homey you never snitch, hide the evidence Dummies dig ditches, they dyin for dead presidents The big screen make 'em seem large like an elephant But in real life they so soft and so delicate |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
Yeah.. yo.. c'mon
Ride wit me, lemme take you somewhere My father was a soldier, my mother was a rider I was born wit my fists balled up, I'ma fighter Inspired, a real rhyme writer Get past the past the future looks brighter But, I wanna get it back to the way it was Exchange blows, elbows and it was still love A better time, better place in space Cause nothin can erase, shame tat' like my nigga Chase Cause Bigga B will never be replaced, right And I'ma scream it to the whole fuckin human race Get a bar, get a taste Enforce the muscle to ya hustle and ya did it with grace Cause real niggaz don't save face, t hey make movements Back to the time when hip-hop was music When N.W.A. got booed at the Apollo Broke Straight Outta Compton and the whole world followed Cause right now hip-hop is hollow With no substance, X-Man with the roughness Cause success can suck sometime And many of us the way we act, we even lost our minds You can hold your breath, 'til your blue in the face But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on (now sing the song wit me) You can speculate, on every breath I take But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on Back to the day when +Cooley+ was +High+ Hustle big like Butch in the Y-B-I We did it 'n died, the gang still multiplied Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply Hypnotized, not by the glitz 'n glamour So fuck them cameras, all I need is clips and hammers The X-Man said that the first rhyme out Were my fans worth my time? The first line out, so Here we are eight years strong and still movin Groovin with a reputation ya can't ruin I wanna take it back how it used to be Five thousand fucked up, rockin outta unity You can hold your breath, 'til your blue in the face But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on (now sing the song wit me) You can speculate, on every breath I take But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on Was it the alcohol in you, the money the power the fame that made you actually attempt to try to disgrace my name? Played those games nigga when I was younger in life 'Til I seen another man's life cut short with a knife Lose teeth, cause beef, no peace with us Ya can't hang, and ya sho' can't eat with us When times get tough, the tough get rough and drastic Never been blasted, never been an arrogant bastard But I coulda been a lawyer, I shoulda been a doctor I never been a actor, I'm nothin but a monster I move in silence, speak with violence Think with science, live free and walk with lions Cats around me with gats like Yasser Arafat It takes a nation of millions to hold me back Pounds of cush to push what I'm talkin about It's hard to talk the talk with a gauge in yo mouth It's hard to walk the walk with ya back blew out Don't let the things that you can't change stress you out Cause X take the money and run, and raise a man from a son And change the world with the power of one c'mon You can hold your breath, 'til your blue in the face But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on You can speculate, on every breath I take But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
Yeah, Stong Arm Steady
One gang, four guns, how the West was won, let's go Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us I'm eatin chicken wings, mm, it's like chicken feed Mm, I'm at the feedhouse smokin all this chicken's weed Huh, you're hardly hard, this sucker's soft as volleyball Cold Chillin' like my name was +Big Daddy+ +Marley Marl+ You're not a star at all, no, you're just a sidekick, yeh Runnin the outside lickin shit and ridin dicks Real niggaz start cliques, start shit we spark clips The mac'll make your door lift and leave me with a sore wrist You should be impressed, yeh, it's like my first impression I pull representer, exposition in a session I'm in the Expedition, expose a dark dimension Your girl used to suck dick du-ring detention You got dumped, she came up by spittin out nuts of every homey comin home from prison Yeah the fake chicks get dick the Ferragamo fake fits I keep they drawers drenched, no drawers, fake tits Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us This the last call, total recall, my pimpin flowin like Niagara Falls So you can Phil Da Agony y'all Yeah you get beat to the punch, rap monsters eat you for lunch And feed you to the beat that you want Fear keep knockin fake fans sent to no one Fuck them niggaz run from me I don't owe 'em Why do things for free, you don't know 'em These niggaz'll load up the heat, they don't throw 'em Hooks stay floatin in my mind, I design 'em like architects workin online, I'm on the incline Lamp like the heavyweight champ, it took 3 months of trainin While it's rainin take your brain through boot camp Fair facts, Nike Air Max, I'm back blunted Yeah that them niggaz hear t hat and don't want it Triple trick niggaz get sick to they stomach Strong Arm Steady ready act like you want it - BITCH! Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Every day above ground is a good day My wordplay only contain what the hood say Clack the black off a nigga make him see the light My overhand right'll violate your civil rights We get bars, big cars, cigars 12 gauge salute to your face to face God Icon, marathon mack, where the bitches at? Raise it back, steady game, came with a gang of gats I hit your pressure points, we jack the motherlode Expose your motives like a CSI episode Output maximum level, dig deep down in the dirt with diligence and dance with the devil, yeah Cause you don't know me homey, I keep the banger on me It wasn't my aim, it came with the territory Feet planted firm in the turf, plant you six feet deep in the earth Gettin slumped while the ammo dump, fucker Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Bewaaaaaaare of us {*BLAM*} |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Verse 1: Xzibit] Justine, 19, just got clean Fresh outta rehab with self-esteem She ain't felt this good in a while A new leash on life, a vibrant thang, a beautiful smile Used to run with a circle of friends, who was skeleton thin Sniff white lines off powerful men But see, all that's a thang of the past, she got class And be damned if she'd let herself burn and crash She ain't from money so she startin from scratch It's hard working for scraps It take everything she got not to relaspe Locked down in 9 to 5, but at the 9 to 5 She get sexually harrased and chastised Boss is a married man, she won't touch him Frustrated angry man, she won't fuck him She's out of her job, at Basket Cakes Least it came wit an 8, 2 lines to the face God Damn! [Chorus] It's a cold, cold, world, and you know it Niggaz will lay you down and take your bread, yeah and you know it Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it! Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it, yeah [Verse 2: Xzibit] He was on his own, at a very young age When he learned from the streets, made everything change See he came up with hustlers, lost his religion It's funny how money can make a nigga think he livin I ain't talkin paper like Jigga or Dre It's more like 7500, 9 ounces of lle' That's what he say he can get for the flip, they thought the deal was legit But he stuck him and split, in deep shit Now his mother work for minimum pay Live a positive way, she the first one at church every Sunday Blind to the needs of her son, he's a gatling gun In the streets, jackin niggaz for fun It's a non-stop search through the hood, but can't catch him They found out where mom stayed and went steppin The evil that men do, but still we continue With death and dishonor, for the all mighty dollar, it's so cold [Chorus] [Verse 3: Xzibit] He was 13, brought up in Baghdad Ate with his right and made money with his left hand Prayed to the East, 5 times daily His mother and father just had a new born baby Now his father was an Imam who carried the weight And built his family on 5 pillars of faith Never trippin off Western ways, it meant nada Pilgramige to Mecca to circle around Kabba 300 miles away, British troops hit Basra His cousin waged jihad and died with honor He heard about the buildings on 9-11 And a man named Bush on a search for weapons Now here come the U.S., to crush Saddam Wit 88 thousand tons of missle and bombs But his family's too broke to move or find shelter If they all had to die, they would die together and that's cold... damn [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy] I'd leave the girl alone, but the bitch keeps callin me All day and all night long, she just keeps callin me She says she'll kill herself if I try to let her go Somebody pray for me, cause I'm stuck with a crazy ho [Suga Free] Comin from a cat, that uhh believe that if wasn't nobody else in the world to pimp he'll probably pimp hisself, that's me, Suga Free Dig that, yeah, again? Uhh X, man, y'know If I don't slop her man she feel like I don't love her, youknowhatI'mtalkinabout? This thing takes all kinds of turns and switches and changes, y'know It's called the P - Steady! [Chorus] [Strong Arm Steady - 1] Woman out the wilderness - bitch! The homies say you got a wildabeast piece But she a dimepiece, her mind lost, thrown off course She been divorced twice, overwhelmed by - bad advice from a past life, she crazy though Call my telephone a hundred times in a row I don't know how to let her go I'm stuck with this ho - pardon me But she ain't nuttin but the worst part of me She even threatened to slice her artery I gotta watch my God Degree She tried to voodoo the peas and throw her eyelashes in the recipe Please, it's more than she's spittin in my lemonade and R. Kelly ain't got the right to sing the hook, like Butch Yeah, c'mon, spit it [Chorus] [Strong Arm Steady - 2] Now since chickens of a feather be cluckin together And I met her through Aiesha, I shoulda known better She a pro-fessional charger Laker chaser The kind that'll lie and say one of 'em raped her (trick) But she in love with a gangsta And it's been all trivial since the day that I janked her Swore she wasn't ghetto but I met her at Fairmont Shoulda knew she was a gangsta when she said that it wasn't her man's car - but now she crazy over me Tryin to OD, cause she can't be with me She'll, fuck with different sets just to bring you beef Fake a pregnancy just to get you fo' a G, crazy [Butch Cassidy] How much can one man take? Worried if I leave it's her life she'll take So I'm stuck here livin life in fear Situation so severe I need to change my ways Pay more attention to her ho-pefully Thinkin with my dick every night and day The bitch won't go away [Strong Arm Steady - 3] Girl stop screamin All in front of my house, tellin everybody you not leavin And just beat it - you're insane Crazy and deranged and I don't need you Look, don't make me repeat it I'ma say it one time, kick rocks or I'ma call the one-time I shoulda hollered at your sister (aiy) We went to the same high school, and plus she finer than you Hey - baby this one's on you You know it ain't no fun if the homies can't have none too You dug my man out, your hand's out, askin for help Hey - go 'head trick, kill yourself, {?} [Chorus] [Suga Free] That means you ain't doin it for free And that's what I'm talkin 'bout, Suga Free Up in here with Xzibit y'knamhsayin, West coast big style We really doin this out here f'real homey Y'knahmsayin, y'all get to know, y'knahmsayin You'll get to know yo' folks a little bit better too if you just uhh, recognize this P, y'knahmean? Y'knahmsayin we respect the hip-hop, we respect the whole 9 Y'knahmtalkinabout pimpin, the bud is greener and the grass is greener Y'knahmtalkinabout, the pimpin is cleaner and mackin is meaner Y'knamsayin, DIG THAT You can be a stand-up ho or a fall-down bitch And we mean this out here on the West |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
{*helicopter flying overhead*}
"Outside the South Central area, few cared about the violence because - it didn't affect them." - Tom Brokaw "Break 'em off somethin" - Ice Cube [Chorus] "Back to the criminal set... but they can't catch me yet" - Ice Cube Don't trip you might break your neck {"break 'em off somethin"} And get wet from the reign of the tec, I {"break 'em off somethin"} "Back to the criminal set... but they can't catch me yet" - Ice Cube Your gum bumpin gon' lead to gun bumpin {"break 'em off somethin"} I'm the one when the party is jumpin to {"break 'em off somethin"} [Xzibit] I heard the O.G.'s they don't hit And I'm the only one left from the West that you can't fuck with But lately I've been feelin like Will Smith Why bother with rap when I can get 20 mill' on a flick? Y'all niggaz just started some shit, the underdog Makin songs for them hogs, and them Bloods and Crips For the shah by the mall with a Muslim scent After all, who do you call to rock your shit? {"break 'em off somethin"} Bust the ghetto bird, circle above, reminisce of the dust kicked up, the dirt swept under the rug Duct tape, ski-mask, tape recorders Cue Kaze, ready to blaze and bakin soda First learned how to cook in a coffee pot Made the block get hot like lava rock Got love for the block cause I came from that But I ain't afraid to go right back {"break 'em off somethin"} [Chorus] [Xzibit] It's a, suicide it's a suicide If you ever get the heart to try fuckin with mines No change, I'm poppin the nine, you ridin the pine {"break 'em off somethin"} The heavy metal knock you out of your mind {"break 'em off somethin"} Now how many really gon' ride, when the war start? Eaten alive by these hollow-tip darts My 12 gauge'll tear you apart, don't get caught at the light the house party or the neighborhood park Mr. X marks the spot then pops the mark Turn your whole neighborhood to a parkin lot I paid the cost to be the boss and will do my time standin up 'til I get an appeal These weapons too real to conceal, so why bother Semper fidelis, I learned from my father I always stay faithful to myself and grow But when I catch that ass after the show - {"break 'em off somethin"} [Chorus] [Xzibit] I'm slick and slippery On a high-speed chase all the way to the victory Y'all niggaz is stone cold mysteries Too weak, can't stand in the ring with me Put a pussy back in his place, straightlaced With a Strong Arm Steady gang up in your face I run a race with the West to my back While you're the reason why they say niggaz in the West can't rap Ever since the white Concourse 'Llac, I've been unmatched A avalanche in the hood on attack Just hardcore actual facts, never wait Just react when them killers come at you with gats Had to dig the knife out of my back, now I'm back on track Hittin laps, 'bout to widen the gap yo It ain't the long fall from the top that got 'em It was the sharp sudden stop at the bottom, haha {"break 'em off somethin"} |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
I'm a menace to society baby
the police want to relocate me they run up with gun up but they can't faze me they wanted to come up but they ain't crazy got Six train Chevrolet rolln' without no top got them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop California to Virginia Timmy makin it hot takin long rides in a G4 plane X-Man to the stage got em goin insane Yeah got the world sayin my name I'm bout to make a little change I'm a keep it the same X to the Z baby baby run up on ya hittin corners Phantom platinum grill come on X be the life of the party don't be scared girl reach out and touch somebody Can you feel the speakers jumpin other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin Muggin in the club like they wanna do somethin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now All the girls mean muggin cuz they musta seen what a girl pulled up in In the club like they wanna do somthin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now Hey girl look where I live 40 acres and a Maybach Benz you wanted to party but I got biz this ain't entertainin I'm feedin my kids On a 4 oh 5 in the car pool lane Got to hit some corners I'm ridin the cane Wanna ride out to a island tan your frame and just waste away a couple of days Holla back at me Look where I rap make the crowd get loud like the sound of a gat LA on my baseball hat where they wanna ride up on you on that black on black Move betta bounce like a mother when brother got mass weapons of war with each other X getting big not ready to die yet my militant mindset got you runnin for cover Can you feel the speakers jumpin other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin Muggin in the club like they wanna do somethin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now All the girls mean muggin cuz they musta seen what a girl pulled up in In the club like they wanna do somthin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now I'm the life of the party I got a moon roof we poppin up out of Look at the whole world they talkin about us I got a mean hook to rattle ya body I wanna talk a little pick ya brain wanna see you in somethin little walk around the plane I got a lot to gain getting my record off the ground my David Blaine So now what you know bout me 'm a self made man from poverty Now I own a lot of property I pimp rides lifestyles and companies Now let me spit you the facts I used to hustle the corner but I ain't bringin you that now I'm like swingin a bat right at yo kneecaps for comin out ya face like that baby girl touchin my chain now let me tell you who I ain't you can't run no games A gangsta baby Can you feel the speakers jumpin other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin Muggin in the club like they wanna do somethin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now All the girls mean muggin cuz they musta seen what a girl pulled up in In the club like they wanna do somthin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now Can you feel the speakers jumpin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now All the girls mean muggin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now Can you feel the speakers jumpin other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin Muggin in the club like they wanna do somethin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now All the girls mean muggin cuz they musta seen what a girl pulled up in In the club like they wanna do somthin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
(Ohhhh, yeah yeah yeah yeah) [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) Soon be comin the judgement day (Ahh, soon there be comin the judgement day) [Xzibit - starts over Chorus] Yes, uhh, breathe with me C'mon.. listen, yo I know you're fed up, feel like you can't get up Have faith, stay strong, keep your head up Yo, it only gets worse; we in a world where your status and your bank account determine your worth There's no time to rehearse, the clock been tickin cause we all started dyin at birth, I speak the truth and it hurts It felt like I was dyin of thirst 'til I was blessed with my voice, I move mountains with verse The worst thing you ever seen in your life, "The Passion of Christ" Pregnant chicks buyin rock, hittin the pipe It ain't like I ain't tried to tell ya; misery love company Keepin the wrong company brings failure Cause people use people like paraphenalia With a scam, with a scheme, with a dream to sell ya But I ain't got nothin but love for all my soldiers and thugs To all of my women, we gotta keep livin, c'mon [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (Ohh, don't turn your back and then walk away y'all) Soon be comin the judgement day (Soon there be comin judgement day) [Xzibit - starts over Chorus] Yeah! C'mon Mr. X to the Z had to raise the stakes Had to touch my people like T.D. Jakes On the ground like a nigga flippin crumbs to cake I won't stop like an eighteen wheeler with no brakes Bein dipped in her-on so each CD's weight Niggaz be fake, they speak what they can't create (create) You won't, see me break, I'm built for a tough frame One-eighty-five and I'm still on huff I was only 15, tryin to pass that rock Never got caught, just sat down, collected my thoughts This is bullshit, I ain't got a plane or a boat I'm just another nigga sellin some coke, y'know? Had to grab life right by the throat, murder I wrote My callin for ballin wasn't pedalin dope It was oversea convoys, bangin out cuts No police or government agency lockin me up, so what? [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) Soon be comin the judgement day (SOOOOON there'll be a-comin a judgement day) [Xzibit] C'mon.. What do you believe in? I believe in karma And that fo'-five to drop that drama Can't wait for the time when I meet my maker Picture everlasting life in Jamaica, time to wake up Watch your thoughts, your thoughts become words Your words become actions when the bullshit happens Keep laughin, that's when the gauge start clackin Feel the buckshots smackin have your body mismatchin Yo, I feel the devil tryin to force my hand Steady bringin out the soldier in a peaceful man See I was born to be all that I can, without a Uncle named Sam As you can see we just a part of his plan Cause first there was a war on blacks And then there was a war on crack, now it's war in Iraq, c'mon I never give up, I only give back I ain't preachin I'm just statin the facts So let the choir SING! [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) Soon be comin the judgement day (Owwwww, soon there'll be comin the judgement day) |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
Yeah.. huh.. it's been a long time
It seem like the whole world waitin on the West coast We missed you.. welcome back - let's go! Uhh, yeah that, new West Yes C'mon, uhh Uhh Here we go - Steady gang, Steady gang, Steady gang, Steady gang Uhh, yeah that Yes Klack, klack - klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack, uhh c'mon Yeah, uhh YEAH! YEAH!!! [Xzibit] Strong Arm Steady we ready it's time to ball out When vocal chords spit cold shit they never thaw out Industry tried to pigeonhole, I had to crawl out Hear my name bein called out, nuclear fallout Full body armor with bangers, we goin all out Garbage bags in trunk of the car, it won't stall out Hit you where you stay, hogtied, you gettin hauled out Crush the whole car, it's well planned and thought out Try to attain fame from beef, you went the wrong route Scrape a 38 on your teeth, I knock 'em all out I know you ain't fuckin with me dawg (c'mon NOW) Underestimate, run up on, it's on now Have your niggaz plottin revenge and puttin songs out Demise by design, blueprints is drawn out Flood crack back in the hood, it's been a long drought Show you what this gangster killa Cali is all about [Chorus - repeat 2X] KLACK - for the niggaz that bang in the inner city and KLACK - for the enemies creepin to come and get me Be thankful, if you get away alive You wouldn't kill or won't let nothin die, so keep it movin [Xzibit] Yo! You don't like how I'm livin well FUCK YOU Nastradamus style, make every line come through Don't make me spit predict your last action Last man standin (yeah) last man laughin (yeah) Assassin, crosshairs, smile for the birdie (CLICK!) Hit you long range, high powered, 30-30 shit If you never heard of a heavy assault rifle Hit targets a mile away from the top of the Eiffel (woo!) Knock the soul out of your body, stay plottin like Bin Laden to swoop down and crash your party All bark no bite (SHIIIT!) we don't bark nigga We bite to the white then shake 'til the afterlife Hard work and sacrifice, who's your daddy? Make you wanna drop e'rything and move to Cali We classic, go 'head, speak my name And I'ma lay your ass down like the All Star game, c'mon [Chorus] [possibly Strong Arm - uncredited] Sawed-off shotgun, shoot through your shoulderblade Bitch-made niggaz get, hit with a hand grenade Blow up your Escalade, then I hit the road and I'm back in the hood lookin for somethin to smoke Everytime, I use the element of surprise With a gun that's big enough to make an elephant hide I elevate my rhythm by hustlin crack addicts Get locked but, when I'm released I'm back at it See, Mitch know the time, in front of me the birdie and Phil got the customers comin to get it early we came a long way from po-lice chasin us for dope in our socks and angel dust Yeah klack for the strippers in clubs shakin they titties This, mac'll have you bitch niggaz runnin like P. Diddy I'll bang you, comin out the side of your mouth We the reason why you stay in the house, Stizzle, Gang [Chorus] [unimportant ad libs to end] |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
You better get ready for the war [Chorus] 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 One] 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 McClaren with my mademoiselle I'm strong-arm steady, you fragile and frail You think you ready for them steady niggaz? I can't tell Sex sells so fuck you all, we came to bubble and ball You getting shutd own 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 [Hook: Xzibit] Look ma top of the world, the best of the best King California, L-A-X Out the hood, in the penthouse, from the projects One man, one gun, how the West was won - sing! [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse Two] 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 L-A-X, 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 detached decorate with the yellow tape Detonate, drop bombs, make the earth shake In Brazil with a half mill' in the briefcase [Hook] [Chorus] - 2X [Outro] ... You better get ready for the war |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Chorus] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did (Hey!) MOTHAFUCKA! [Xzibit] Hey Baby, Sexy Lady (Hey!) You Make Them Pants Look Crazy (Woo!) I Know You Schemin Have You Leavin' Screamin' "Fuck You, Pay Me!" LA Got Tons Of Dameies, Thats Quick To Have That Baby And That Try To Squeeze You For Every Penny That You Thought Of Makin' These Streets Is Fuckin' Viscious Can't Make The Wrong Decisions They Have You Shot Up And Shot Up, Caught Up Behind Some Bitches Handle Your Business Homie Cause Ain't No Homies In Business So Many People In This Business Be So Fuckin' Phony I See Right Through Them Traps These Niggaz Run Their Yaps But When It Really Cracked Them Pussy Niggaz Runnin Laps I Clap Em In They Tracks My Paper Come In Stacks And Stacks Of Rubberbands Thicker Than A Paperback Just Let The Henny Flow Go Where You Wanna Go My Party Heavyset, Ready Set Baby Here We Go Its Not A Fuckin Game, You Know my Fuckin Name I'm Number One, With A Motherfuckin Bullet MAN! [Chorus] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did MOTHAFUCKA! [Xzibit] My Soldiers Go With Missiles Gauges, Grenades, And Pistols Picture On The Front Of The Paper Dyin' To Press The Issue My Soldiers Gettin' At You Full Clip Is Spitting At You You Duck and Stuck In Position Just Like A Fuckin' Statue Nigga Im Quarterbackin We Got It Fully Crackin' And Poppin' And Showin No Signs Of Stopin With Options Fuck The Industry Derive Energy From Hennesy Literally, I Smoke Like A Chimney Y'all Know We Got Them Hummers Tight We Got Them Lovers Right They Want to Catch ya Get Naked Begin To Spend The Night Here You Go Some Good Advice Come Through Steppin Light Believe Me, Extremely Easy To Lose Your Life Get Em Up And Keep Em Up (X!) They Trying To Get Me Touched If You Gonna Swing It Nigga Bring It I Don't Give A Fuck! (Yea!) Better Make This Party Jump (Yea!) Better Make This Club Bounce (Yea!) So Take Your Shoes Before You Step Your Ass In My House [Chorus] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did MOTHAFUCKA! [Xzibit] Bitch We Keep It Crackin Right We Bring It Back To Life Biohazard Motherfuckas That Spreadin' Like A Parasite We Aint The Fuckin Type You Get The Target Site Lee Boyd Malvo, Can't Stop Me Now No! Get Your Fuckin' Paper Up We Outta Snatch It Up Full Metal Jacket Stay Clap Clapped In The Back Em Up Dont Even Think About it You Get Your Shit Rerouted Straw For Your Food Have You Pissin' Through A Plastic Tube I Know You Fuckin' Hate It We Stay Inebriated Break out The Hennsy Bottle Baby Your Regulated Its Not A Fuckin Game, You Know my Fuckin Name I'm Number One, With A Motherfuckin Bullet MAN! [Chorus x2] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did MOTHAFUCKA! |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Chorus] We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I bust you that's fly My gun never been shy, that's how gangsters get by It's either ride or die... [Verse 1: Xzibit] ... we just boogy, advance The rubber band stack thick in my pants Real gangsters make plots and plans and touch dirt Only prayin for the day when they can wash they hands Real gangsters leave nothin to chance at first glance If it ain't a sho' thing then you bet' not swing Real gangsters keep that Cutlass clean, keep the monsters mean And when you dump it drop it right at the scene Real gangsters got a gangsta lean You might not talk red, black, or blue but everybody talk green Glance to my left look over my right shoulder Livin life in my rearview, FUCK stayin sober Forget back I sit back and wait for the click-clack Real gangsters want real spit so I spit that Real gangsters don't even say it They just hit the trunk cock it and spray it Light up your Christmas! Yeah! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Xzibit] ... and don't slip up It's way too late when the bodybags zip up Real gangsters pray for they soul when they get up You live by the gun but you'll die by that hit up Watch that rig up, find yo'self in a box in a spot where the cops can't dig up Real gangsters ain't just thugs in bandanas Slugs and big cannons, drugs and big hammers Real gangsters open up ya minds and expand 'em Why was Tupac really spittin at the cameras? Cause real gangsters get no peace, they want us six feet deep or locked down in the belly of the beast Real gangsters make bread, rise like yeast Won't hesitate to put hot chrome to ya teeth So fuck beef! Real gangsters load heat When ya see 'em in the street better call the police, c'mon [Chorus] [Verse 3: Tone] ... syndrome is a fear that inner-city residents have of they own peers People in they own community usin a case where two blacks got smoked by one in '93 And ain't now nigga be the murder case Usin and servin survival shit as a defense plea In Cali big knot (knot) The judicial system out here'll have you level fo' 'til you rot It's because of the system we violence stricken Forced to frequent the zone when the reefer's driftin And it's hella drift cause in Southeast Danglewood Damn near, 30 years of Bloodin and Crippin And we inflicted with a disease mo' trip than an H-I-V Can't nuthin protect you from a hundred, drummer 2-2-3's You can call the police Wear a V-E-S-T but forget about safety [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Intro] Ahhh! We bout to go this motherfuckin club tonight, y'knahmean? Poke some motherfuckin hoes, y'knahmean? Make sure them hoes, y'knahmean? Gon' act accordingly, y'knahmean? Some nigga over there tryin to love one hoe Y'knahmean? You got one hoe! Nigga youse a stone motherfuckin Jackson Nigga youse a stony Jackson, you can't fuck with us So nigga, tuck your tail and hide your hoe nigga [Jelly Roll] We parked our rides, in front of club All these niggaz started givin us love Sayin I'm the shit, Xzibit you the shit Jelly Roll get 'em, can I be for real? It's Strong Arm and Jelly Roll, cool for real Yeah motherfucker, why don't you just chill Cause I'm just coolin at the spot Ain't much wrong plus you're makin it hot I like shinin from all the grindin Girl's best friend, man I'm just like diamonds I like khakis and Air Force Ones Gangsters in the hood with them air force guns We poppin them tags, our pockets fat We fin' to put the world in a shopping bag Nigga X the man, and I'm the man We tryin to make you love it, don't you understand? [Chorus] If you're with Strong Arm, you're really down with us If you get high, then get a blunt and roll it up Your hood's gon' ride, then let me see you throw it up If you ready I'm ready see really we don't give a fuck Get'cha ass up if you're really down with us Girl you ain't cute, get on the floor and move your butt The bar is open everybody's gettin drunk If you're ready I'm ready see really we don't give a fuck [Xzibit] Another night in L.A., the homies all valet We got it lookin the dub show in front of the place Strong Arm + 75, we so deep we arrive and then we swarm like you fucked with the hive Gotta look a nigga right in the eyes, to tell the truth and the lies Even the strong find it hard to survive Another day another dollar we can walk on water Better, drop your tone, you ain't nobody's father Hotter than about a buck shot your carne asada X burn down the town like a path of lava Pathological drama so we got it inside Is it the wine or the women it's so hard to decide Look alive it's crackin; this is organized street hustlin with corporate backin promotin interstate traffic (traffic) Classic, smash out right Cause live from Los Angeles it's Saturday Night [Interlude] Cause I, can get yo' ass on the floor Cause this, is this the funk that you want? The hand, it comes way up in the air And wave 'em all around like you just don't caaaaaaaaare Bitch, come off of those pots Stop, shake that junk in your trunk See you, can move this groovyville shit The shake that makes the whollllle club flip [Chorus] [Xzibit] You might get shot in the face if you don't stay in your place You ain't a soldier like me you a fuckin disgrace X move like a shark in the water, I'm dodgin death and disorder I'll get you hit it won't cost me a quarter I was sent here to strangle and slaughter in no particular order Your big mouth might endanger your daughter Another day another digit I'ma speak it and live it Better get yourself a gun 'fore you fuck with Xzibit Pockets shorter than a midget, you can fuckin forget it X green light the target and easily hit it Grab the zone and split it so we smokin them woods Steady givin niggaz the business and keepin it hood Firearms we packin, this is military mindstate that's ready for action we mercenaries and assassins (blastin) Clashin, smash out right Cause live from Los Angeles it's Saturday Night [Jelly Roll] Let's hit the club and get it on tonight Let's get drunk this is Saturday Night Just got paid, shine my chrome up tight Time to get it crackin, off the Henn' tonight X is here, the gang is here Jelly Roll production bangin crystal clear I've been low, now check my highs Million dollar niggaz right before yo' eyes [Xzibit] In Los Angeles, homey (it's Saturday Night) In Houston, dogg (it's Saturday Night) In Miami, mate (it's Saturday Night) In Atlanta, shorty (it's Saturday Night) In St. Louis, dirty (it's Saturday Night) In New Orleans wodie, yo (it's Saturday Night) In New York City, yo (it's Saturday Night) Around the world baby, yo (it's Saturday Night) [Outro] On some straight motherfuckin pimpin shit, y'knahmean? |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
Yeah.Check it out.They say behind every strong man
Is an even stronger woman Cause she, was put here to defeat me Cause she, cuss me out, quick to leave me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Cause she, blow my phone up, to reach me Cause she, tried to lock, now she leaves me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Man, with that sucka, she I'm from a place, where they quick to say "Fuck A Bitch" And gettin' grits, off of pussy, try ta get a hitch But I'm a bachelor, stackin' it, drinkin', need to quit Me and my clique, ride through cities like we own da shit You caught my eye, looking fly, body lookin' thick So who am I I reply with my government exchange the numbers Escapades for days, satisfying my hunger Don't trip, you from a long list, a long line Get in line, you so fucking fine, you spendin' time Introduce you as a friend of mine, never my woman I got 20/20 cord vision, seein' you comin' Livin' my life, I don't need a wife But you persist, tryin' ta strengthen our relationship But I'm a dog, and a dog gotta run the streets Without a leash, this ain't workin' so I'm sayin' peace You ain't the one for me! Cause she, was put here to defeat me Cause she, cuss me out, quick to leave me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Cause she, blow my phone up, to reach me Cause she, tried to lock, now she leaves me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need You found some way to hold on, through all the bullshit Never seen a woman so strong, I used to pull shit Now them days, long been gone, I gotta move in them streets Provide a place for all my peoples to eat I'm feelin stuck, had to hustle up The A-T-F, hit the house, had me shackled up You lost your mind, hate the time, I was in and out You never let a brother down, when you stressin out You stressin' wanted me, to figure out a different route You could've left, but you a rider and stuck it out And it's a trip, because it's like you never missed a beat You waited anxiously, patiently, stayin' strong for me I sat aside, thinking back to the way I was The way I am, and how I gotta be a stronger man I understand that you love me and you want the best but if you wanna take the good, you gotta take the rest I rock a vest, baby! Cause I, run these streets for my struggle Cause I, carry heat for my troubles Cause I, is that what you want, is that what you want, is that what you need? Cause I, want family so I'm buildin Cause I, want you just for my children Cause I, is that what you want, is that what you want, is that what you need? And all this time it was you Baby forgive me for the pain, I was puttin you through It's me and you against the world, so I'm keepin' it true I know I haven't been the best, the wrong things I must do I used to think I was the MAN, wasn't havin a clue I wasn't lookin for no love, but I found it in you It's so true, behind every great man is a women Every time you call me, Baby Girl, I'm a come runnin You got a soldier livin' right, girl you saved my life I sacrifice, anything to keep my family tight I seen the light, and when the world try to beat me down You always given me another reason, I can smile Cause you beleived in me, when there was nothin there to see My wife can be my better half, complete my family tree Ugh, nothin can stop us now, ?Verawane? gown Watchin your father, walk his little lady down the isle Cause you the one for me! Cause she, was put here to complete me Cause she, wooze the earth, underneath me Cause she, got what I want, got what I want, got what I need Cause she, won't let go, she won't leave me Cause she, won't leave, what she don't need me Cause she, got what I want, got what I want, got what I need Dedicated to the real ones out there Ugh, yeah, this is for you |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
Tonight I wanna take a few minutes to dicuss a great threat to peace.The dictator who is assembling the world's most dangerous weapons, is here in our own country.He is a homicidal dictator, who is addict to weapons of mass destruction.He has proven he is capable of any crime.The tyrant is me.I have directed the administration to support the use of violence against all of you.I will kill thousands, or hundreds of thousands of innocent people in our country and across the world. I um, resolve to bring sudden terror and suffering with horrible poisons, and diseases, and gases.Men and women, boys and girls, thousands of civilians will be killed in a single day, murdered at random, and with out remorse.My ultimate ambitions are to control the peoples of the United States, and to blackmail the rest of the world with weapons of mass terror.Weapons of Mass Destruction.
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception Busta Bus himself And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular X to the Zizzle That's what the fuck it is, 'nuff said YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! I wanna see you motherfuckers put your hands up Stretch bitch like you doin aerobics motherfucker Yeah! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Thought you was a tough guy? {*BOOM!*} When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now (A top dollar biller, a Rottweiler, a killer) (Slap the shit out a nigga tryin to copy my style) [Busta Rhymes] Check it I got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) bitches (Many) huh, bodies that's buried in holes of many ditches (Many, many) homes, plenty chrome up on my whip (Plenty) stop for you make me run up on your block and cock the semi Ready, any, nigga front I hold it steady I (cock) back (pop) the ratchet and spill your spaghetti HUH! Properties or blocks, we control 'em (Many, many) glocks know how I kill all your soldiers Freddy My machete (huh) will cut niggaz like I ain't really like 'em (Ha!) Then carve a nigga meat deep like I'm killin a bison HUH! Tyson, animal instinct the way I will beat you Got (many) shots and (plenty) spots for them bullets to eat you (Ha!) See through (huh) them holes them bullets'll leave in between you (Ha!) It seems you, got left to die slow all up inside the venue [Chorus] [Xzibit] Yup! Yo Orangutangin slangin, I'm hangin over the edge I rock two 40 glocks, I call 'em Barney and Fred I stay hungry like I'm only fed water and bread The king of the castle get at you, screamin off witcha head Brutal bustin, it's the X to the Z, we chart climbin You see my name next to that diamond, it's all timin Hit you in the stomach, with somethin your face and feet'll be touchin to have your bones start crackin and bustin To my women who be workin them jeans with fat asses Rich Itala heels, Roberto Cavali glasses Come to my hideout, let me pimp your ride out Hit your backside, tear your spine out and slide out (HUHHH!) Yeah, cause my grind don't quit I'm a walkin franchise with them extra clips I keep the bread roll thick, do lines so sick that you can cut 'em with a razor blade, sniff the shit, c'mon [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, check it I tell you (no lie) bitch nigga you (gon' die - kill or be killed!) Or get bodied just because you (walked by - nigga be still!) 'Fore the trigger go off and a (shot fly) and the shit'll be ill If the shot turn your stomach to a (pot pie) nigga we spill A little liquor for the homey muh'fucka (WE STILL) 'll make a nigga leak blood, 'til he need a (REFILL) You try to be a tough guy, and complicate what I build Somebody don't beat the shit out this muh'fucka (WE WILL!) [Xzibit] Asthmatic, dramatic, fold you like a Kraftmatic Heavy metal press hittin your chest like a train wreck Command respect, throw it one time for your set on deck Niggaz you never forget I set up precedents, homey you never snitch, hide the evidence Dummies dig ditches, they dyin for dead presidents The big screen make 'em seem large like an elephant But in real life they so soft and so delicate |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (2004)
Yeah.. yo.. c'mon
Ride wit me, lemme take you somewhere My father was a soldier, my mother was a rider I was born wit my fists balled up, I'ma fighter Inspired, a real rhyme writer Get past the past the future looks brighter But, I wanna get it back to the way it was Exchange blows, elbows and it was still love A better time, better place in space Cause nothin can erase, shame tat' like my nigga Chase Cause Bigga B will never be replaced, right And I'ma scream it to the whole fuckin human race Get a bar, get a taste Enforce the muscle to ya hustle and ya did it with grace Cause real niggaz don't save face, t hey make movements Back to the time when hip-hop was music When N.W.A. got booed at the Apollo Broke Straight Outta Compton and the whole world followed Cause right now hip-hop is hollow With no substance, X-Man with the roughness Cause success can suck sometime And many of us the way we act, we even lost our minds You can hold your breath, 'til your blue in the face But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on (now sing the song wit me) You can speculate, on every breath I take But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on Back to the day when +Cooley+ was +High+ Hustle big like Butch in the Y-B-I We did it 'n died, the gang still multiplied Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply Hypnotized, not by the glitz 'n glamour So fuck them cameras, all I need is clips and hammers The X-Man said that the first rhyme out Were my fans worth my time? The first line out, so Here we are eight years strong and still movin Groovin with a reputation ya can't ruin I wanna take it back how it used to be Five thousand fucked up, rockin outta unity You can hold your breath, 'til your blue in the face But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on (now sing the song wit me) You can speculate, on every breath I take But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on Was it the alcohol in you, the money the power the fame that made you actually attempt to try to disgrace my name? Played those games nigga when I was younger in life 'Til I seen another man's life cut short with a knife Lose teeth, cause beef, no peace with us Ya can't hang, and ya sho' can't eat with us When times get tough, the tough get rough and drastic Never been blasted, never been an arrogant bastard But I coulda been a lawyer, I shoulda been a doctor I never been a actor, I'm nothin but a monster I move in silence, speak with violence Think with science, live free and walk with lions Cats around me with gats like Yasser Arafat It takes a nation of millions to hold me back Pounds of cush to push what I'm talkin about It's hard to talk the talk with a gauge in yo mouth It's hard to walk the walk with ya back blew out Don't let the things that you can't change stress you out Cause X take the money and run, and raise a man from a son And change the world with the power of one c'mon You can hold your breath, 'til your blue in the face But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on You can speculate, on every breath I take But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (2004)
Yeah, Stong Arm Steady
One gang, four guns, how the West was won, let's go Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us I'm eatin chicken wings, mm, it's like chicken feed Mm, I'm at the feedhouse smokin all this chicken's weed Huh, you're hardly hard, this sucker's soft as volleyball Cold Chillin' like my name was +Big Daddy+ +Marley Marl+ You're not a star at all, no, you're just a sidekick, yeh Runnin the outside lickin shit and ridin dicks Real niggaz start cliques, start shit we spark clips The mac'll make your door lift and leave me with a sore wrist You should be impressed, yeh, it's like my first impression I pull representer, exposition in a session I'm in the Expedition, expose a dark dimension Your girl used to suck dick du-ring detention You got dumped, she came up by spittin out nuts of every homey comin home from prison Yeah the fake chicks get dick the Ferragamo fake fits I keep they drawers drenched, no drawers, fake tits Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us This the last call, total recall, my pimpin flowin like Niagara Falls So you can Phil Da Agony y'all Yeah you get beat to the punch, rap monsters eat you for lunch And feed you to the beat that you want Fear keep knockin fake fans sent to no one Fuck them niggaz run from me I don't owe 'em Why do things for free, you don't know 'em These niggaz'll load up the heat, they don't throw 'em Hooks stay floatin in my mind, I design 'em like architects workin online, I'm on the incline Lamp like the heavyweight champ, it took 3 months of trainin While it's rainin take your brain through boot camp Fair facts, Nike Air Max, I'm back blunted Yeah that them niggaz hear t hat and don't want it Triple trick niggaz get sick to they stomach Strong Arm Steady ready act like you want it - BITCH! Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Every day above ground is a good day My wordplay only contain what the hood say Clack the black off a nigga make him see the light My overhand right'll violate your civil rights We get bars, big cars, cigars 12 gauge salute to your face to face God Icon, marathon mack, where the bitches at? Raise it back, steady game, came with a gang of gats I hit your pressure points, we jack the motherlode Expose your motives like a CSI episode Output maximum level, dig deep down in the dirt with diligence and dance with the devil, yeah Cause you don't know me homey, I keep the banger on me It wasn't my aim, it came with the territory Feet planted firm in the turf, plant you six feet deep in the earth Gettin slumped while the ammo dump, fucker Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Bewaaaaaaare of us {*BLAM*} |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (2004)
[Verse 1: Xzibit] Justine, 19, just got clean Fresh outta rehab with self-esteem She ain't felt this good in a while A new leash on life, a vibrant thang, a beautiful smile Used to run with a circle of friends, who was skeleton thin Sniff white lines off powerful men But see, all that's a thang of the past, she got class And be damned if she'd let herself burn and crash She ain't from money so she startin from scratch It's hard working for scraps It take everything she got not to relaspe Locked down in 9 to 5, but at the 9 to 5 She get sexually harrased and chastised Boss is a married man, she won't touch him Frustrated angry man, she won't fuck him She's out of her job, at Basket Cakes Least it came wit an 8, 2 lines to the face God Damn! [Chorus] It's a cold, cold, world, and you know it Niggaz will lay you down and take your bread, yeah and you know it Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it! Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it, yeah [Verse 2: Xzibit] He was on his own, at a very young age When he learned from the streets, made everything change See he came up with hustlers, lost his religion It's funny how money can make a nigga think he livin I ain't talkin paper like Jigga or Dre It's more like 7500, 9 ounces of lle' That's what he say he can get for the flip, they thought the deal was legit But he stuck him and split, in deep shit Now his mother work for minimum pay Live a positive way, she the first one at church every Sunday Blind to the needs of her son, he's a gatling gun In the streets, jackin niggaz for fun It's a non-stop search through the hood, but can't catch him They found out where mom stayed and went steppin The evil that men do, but still we continue With death and dishonor, for the all mighty dollar, it's so cold [Chorus] [Verse 3: Xzibit] He was 13, brought up in Baghdad Ate with his right and made money with his left hand Prayed to the East, 5 times daily His mother and father just had a new born baby Now his father was an Imam who carried the weight And built his family on 5 pillars of faith Never trippin off Western ways, it meant nada Pilgramige to Mecca to circle around Kabba 300 miles away, British troops hit Basra His cousin waged jihad and died with honor He heard about the buildings on 9-11 And a man named Bush on a search for weapons Now here come the U.S., to crush Saddam Wit 88 thousand tons of missle and bombs But his family's too broke to move or find shelter If they all had to die, they would die together and that's cold... damn [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (2004)
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy] I'd leave the girl alone, but the bitch keeps callin me All day and all night long, she just keeps callin me She says she'll kill herself if I try to let her go Somebody pray for me, cause I'm stuck with a crazy ho [Suga Free] Comin from a cat, that uhh believe that if wasn't nobody else in the world to pimp he'll probably pimp hisself, that's me, Suga Free Dig that, yeah, again? Uhh X, man, y'know If I don't slop her man she feel like I don't love her, youknowhatI'mtalkinabout? This thing takes all kinds of turns and switches and changes, y'know It's called the P - Steady! [Chorus] [Strong Arm Steady - 1] Woman out the wilderness - bitch! The homies say you got a wildabeast piece But she a dimepiece, her mind lost, thrown off course She been divorced twice, overwhelmed by - bad advice from a past life, she crazy though Call my telephone a hundred times in a row I don't know how to let her go I'm stuck with this ho - pardon me But she ain't nuttin but the worst part of me She even threatened to slice her artery I gotta watch my God Degree She tried to voodoo the peas and throw her eyelashes in the recipe Please, it's more than she's spittin in my lemonade and R. Kelly ain't got the right to sing the hook, like Butch Yeah, c'mon, spit it [Chorus] [Strong Arm Steady - 2] Now since chickens of a feather be cluckin together And I met her through Aiesha, I shoulda known better She a pro-fessional charger Laker chaser The kind that'll lie and say one of 'em raped her (trick) But she in love with a gangsta And it's been all trivial since the day that I janked her Swore she wasn't ghetto but I met her at Fairmont Shoulda knew she was a gangsta when she said that it wasn't her man's car - but now she crazy over me Tryin to OD, cause she can't be with me She'll, fuck with different sets just to bring you beef Fake a pregnancy just to get you fo' a G, crazy [Butch Cassidy] How much can one man take? Worried if I leave it's her life she'll take So I'm stuck here livin life in fear Situation so severe I need to change my ways Pay more attention to her ho-pefully Thinkin with my dick every night and day The bitch won't go away [Strong Arm Steady - 3] Girl stop screamin All in front of my house, tellin everybody you not leavin And just beat it - you're insane Crazy and deranged and I don't need you Look, don't make me repeat it I'ma say it one time, kick rocks or I'ma call the one-time I shoulda hollered at your sister (aiy) We went to the same high school, and plus she finer than you Hey - baby this one's on you You know it ain't no fun if the homies can't have none too You dug my man out, your hand's out, askin for help Hey - go 'head trick, kill yourself, {?} [Chorus] [Suga Free] That means you ain't doin it for free And that's what I'm talkin 'bout, Suga Free Up in here with Xzibit y'knamhsayin, West coast big style We really doin this out here f'real homey Y'knahmsayin, y'all get to know, y'knahmsayin You'll get to know yo' folks a little bit better too if you just uhh, recognize this P, y'knahmean? Y'knahmsayin we respect the hip-hop, we respect the whole 9 Y'knahmtalkinabout pimpin, the bud is greener and the grass is greener Y'knahmtalkinabout, the pimpin is cleaner and mackin is meaner Y'knamsayin, DIG THAT You can be a stand-up ho or a fall-down bitch And we mean this out here on the West |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (2004)
{*helicopter flying overhead*} "Outside the South Central area, few cared about the violence because - it didn't affect them." - Tom Brokaw "Break 'em off somethin" - Ice Cube [Chorus] "Back to the criminal set... but they can't catch me yet" - Ice Cube Don't trip you might break your neck {"break 'em off somethin"} And get wet from the reign of the tec, I {"break 'em off somethin"} "Back to the criminal set... but they can't catch me yet" - Ice Cube Your gum bumpin gon' lead to gun bumpin {"break 'em off somethin"} I'm the one when the party is jumpin to {"break 'em off somethin"} [Xzibit] I heard the O.G.'s they don't hit And I'm the only one left from the West that you can't fuck with But lately I've been feelin like Will Smith Why bother with rap when I can get 20 mill' on a flick? Y'all niggaz just started some shit, the underdog Makin songs for them hogs, and them Bloods and Crips For the shah by the mall with a Muslim scent After all, who do you call to rock your shit? {"break 'em off somethin"} Bust the ghetto bird, circle above, reminisce of the dust kicked up, the dirt swept under the rug Duct tape, ski-mask, tape recorders Cue Kaze, ready to blaze and bakin soda First learned how to cook in a coffee pot Made the block get hot like lava rock Got love for the block cause I came from that But I ain't afraid to go right back {"break 'em off somethin"} [Chorus] [Xzibit] It's a, suicide it's a suicide If you ever get the heart to try fuckin with mines No change, I'm poppin the nine, you ridin the pine {"break 'em off somethin"} The heavy metal knock you out of your mind {"break 'em off somethin"} Now how many really gon' ride, when the war start? Eaten alive by these hollow-tip darts My 12 gauge'll tear you apart, don't get caught at the light the house party or the neighborhood park Mr. X marks the spot then pops the mark Turn your whole neighborhood to a parkin lot I paid the cost to be the boss and will do my time standin up 'til I get an appeal These weapons too real to conceal, so why bother Semper fidelis, I learned from my father I always stay faithful to myself and grow But when I catch that ass after the show - {"break 'em off somethin"} [Chorus] [Xzibit] I'm slick and slippery On a high-speed chase all the way to the victory Y'all niggaz is stone cold mysteries Too weak, can't stand in the ring with me Put a pussy back in his place, straightlaced With a Strong Arm Steady gang up in your face I run a race with the West to my back While you're the reason why they say niggaz in the West can't rap Ever since the white Concourse 'Llac, I've been unmatched A avalanche in the hood on attack Just hardcore actual facts, never wait Just react when them killers come at you with gats Had to dig the knife out of my back, now I'm back on track Hittin laps, 'bout to widen the gap yo It ain't the long fall from the top that got 'em It was the sharp sudden stop at the bottom, haha {"break 'em off somethin"} |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (2004)
[Verse 1]
I'm a menace, to society baby The police want to relocate me They run up with gun up, but they can't faze me They wanted to come up, but they ain't crazy got I ride one in the chain with gun on top Six train Chevrolet rolln' without no top Got them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop California to Virginia, Timmy makin it hot Takin long rides in a G4 plane X-Man to the stage got em goin insane Yeah nigga got the world sayin my name I'm bout to make a little change, I'm a keep it the same X to the Z baby, run up on ya, hittin corners Phantom platinum grill X be the life of the party, Don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody [Chorus] Can you feel the speakers jumpin Other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin Muggin in the club like they want to do somethin Feelin kinda rowdy, huh? Hey Now, Hey Now All the girls mean muggin 'cause they musta seen what a girl pulled up in In the club like they want to do somthin Feelin kinda rowdy, huh? Hey Now, Hey Now [Verse 2] Hey girl, look where I live 40 acres and a Maybach Benz You wanted to party, but I got biz This ain't entertainin, I'm feedin my kids On a 4-oh-5 in the car pool lane Got to hit some corners, I'm ridin the cane Want to ride out to a island, and tan your frame And just waste away a couple of days, Holla back at me! Look where I rap, make the crowd get loud like the sound of a gat LA on my baseball hat, where they want to ride up on you in that black on black Move, betta, bounce like a mother When brother got mass weapons of war with each other X getting big, not ready to die yet, my militant mindset Got you runnin for cover [Chorus] [Hook] I'm the life of the party, I got a moon roof, we poppin up out of Look at the whole world they talkin about us I got a mean hook, to rattle ya body [Verse 3] I want to talk a little, pick ya brain Want to see you in somethin little, walk around the plane I got a lot to gain, getting my record off the ground Like David Blaine So now, what you know bout me?, I'm a self-made man from poverty Now I own a lot of property I pimp rides, lifestyles, and companies Now let me spit you the facts I used to hustle the corner, but I ain't bringin you that I'm like swingin a bat, run at yo kneecaps for comin out ya face like that Baby girl touchin my chain, now let me tell you who I ain't Bitch you can't run no games, (A gangsta baby, ain't nothing changed) [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (2004)
(Ohhhh, yeah yeah yeah yeah) [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) Soon be comin the judgement day (Ahh, soon there be comin the judgement day) [Xzibit - starts over Chorus] Yes, uhh, breathe with me C'mon.. listen, yo I know you're fed up, feel like you can't get up Have faith, stay strong, keep your head up Yo, it only gets worse; we in a world where your status and your bank account determine your worth There's no time to rehearse, the clock been tickin cause we all started dyin at birth, I speak the truth and it hurts It felt like I was dyin of thirst 'til I was blessed with my voice, I move mountains with verse The worst thing you ever seen in your life, "The Passion of Christ" Pregnant chicks buyin rock, hittin the pipe It ain't like I ain't tried to tell ya; misery love company Keepin the wrong company brings failure Cause people use people like paraphenalia With a scam, with a scheme, with a dream to sell ya But I ain't got nothin but love for all my soldiers and thugs To all of my women, we gotta keep livin, c'mon [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (Ohh, don't turn your back and then walk away y'all) Soon be comin the judgement day (Soon there be comin judgement day) [Xzibit - starts over Chorus] Yeah! C'mon Mr. X to the Z had to raise the stakes Had to touch my people like T.D. Jakes On the ground like a nigga flippin crumbs to cake I won't stop like an eighteen wheeler with no brakes Bein dipped in her-on so each CD's weight Niggaz be fake, they speak what they can't create (create) You won't, see me break, I'm built for a tough frame One-eighty-five and I'm still on huff I was only 15, tryin to pass that rock Never got caught, just sat down, collected my thoughts This is bullshit, I ain't got a plane or a boat I'm just another nigga sellin some coke, y'know? Had to grab life right by the throat, murder I wrote My callin for ballin wasn't pedalin dope It was oversea convoys, bangin out cuts No police or government agency lockin me up, so what? [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) Soon be comin the judgement day (SOOOOON there'll be a-comin a judgement day) [Xzibit] C'mon.. What do you believe in? I believe in karma And that fo'-five to drop that drama Can't wait for the time when I meet my maker Picture everlasting life in Jamaica, time to wake up Watch your thoughts, your thoughts become words Your words become actions when the bullshit happens Keep laughin, that's when the gauge start clackin Feel the buckshots smackin have your body mismatchin Yo, I feel the devil tryin to force my hand Steady bringin out the soldier in a peaceful man See I was born to be all that I can, without a Uncle named Sam As you can see we just a part of his plan Cause first there was a war on blacks And then there was a war on crack, now it's war in Iraq, c'mon I never give up, I only give back I ain't preachin I'm just statin the facts So let the choir SING! [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) Soon be comin the judgement day (Owwwww, soon there'll be comin the judgement day) |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (2004)
Yeah.. huh.. it's been a long time It seem like the whole world waitin on the West coast We missed you.. welcome back - let's go! Uhh, yeah that, new West Yes C'mon, uhh Uhh Here we go - Steady gang, Steady gang, Steady gang, Steady gang Uhh, yeah that Yes Klack, klack - klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack, uhh c'mon Yeah, uhh YEAH! YEAH!!! [Xzibit] Strong Arm Steady we ready it's time to ball out When vocal chords spit cold shit they never thaw out Industry tried to pigeonhole, I had to crawl out Hear my name bein called out, nuclear fallout Full body armor with bangers, we goin all out Garbage bags in trunk of the car, it won't stall out Hit you where you stay, hogtied, you gettin hauled out Crush the whole car, it's well planned and thought out Try to attain fame from beef, you went the wrong route Scrape a 38 on your teeth, I knock 'em all out I know you ain't fuckin with me dawg (c'mon NOW) Underestimate, run up on, it's on now Have your niggaz plottin revenge and puttin songs out Demise by design, blueprints is drawn out Flood crack back in the hood, it's been a long drought Show you what this gangster killa Cali is all about [Chorus - repeat 2X] KLACK - for the niggaz that bang in the inner city and KLACK - for the enemies creepin to come and get me Be thankful, if you get away alive You wouldn't kill or won't let nothin die, so keep it movin [Xzibit] Yo! You don't like how I'm livin well FUCK YOU Nastradamus style, make every line come through Don't make me spit predict your last action Last man standin (yeah) last man laughin (yeah) Assassin, crosshairs, smile for the birdie (CLICK!) Hit you long range, high powered, 30-30 shit If you never heard of a heavy assault rifle Hit targets a mile away from the top of the Eiffel (woo!) Knock the soul out of your body, stay plottin like Bin Laden to swoop down and crash your party All bark no bite (SHIIIT!) we don't bark nigga We bite to the white then shake 'til the afterlife Hard work and sacrifice, who's your daddy? Make you wanna drop e'rything and move to Cali We classic, go 'head, speak my name And I'ma lay your ass down like the All Star game, c'mon [Chorus] [possibly Strong Arm - uncredited] Sawed-off shotgun, shoot through your shoulderblade Bitch-made niggaz get, hit with a hand grenade Blow up your Escalade, then I hit the road and I'm back in the hood lookin for somethin to smoke Everytime, I use the element of surprise With a gun that's big enough to make an elephant hide I elevate my rhythm by hustlin crack addicts Get locked but, when I'm released I'm back at it See, Mitch know the time, in front of me the birdie and Phil got the customers comin to get it early we came a long way from po-lice chasin us for dope in our socks and angel dust Yeah klack for the strippers in clubs shakin they titties This, mac'll have you bitch niggaz runnin like P. Diddy I'll bang you, comin out the side of your mouth We the reason why you stay in the house, Stizzle, Gang [Chorus] [unimportant ad libs to end] |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (2004)
You better get ready for the war [Chorus] 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 One] 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 McClaren with my mademoiselle I'm strong-arm steady, you fragile and frail You think you ready for them steady niggaz? I can't tell Sex sells so fuck you all, we came to bubble and ball You getting shutd own 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 [Hook: Xzibit] Look ma top of the world, the best of the best King California, L-A-X Out the hood, in the penthouse, from the projects One man, one gun, how the West was won - sing! [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse Two] 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 L-A-X, 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 detached decorate with the yellow tape Detonate, drop bombs, make the earth shake In Brazil with a half mill' in the briefcase [Hook] [Chorus] - 2X [Outro] ... You better get ready for the war |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (2004)
[Chorus] We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I bust you that's fly My gun never been shy, that's how gangsters get by It's either ride or die... [Verse 1: Xzibit] ... we just boogy, advance The rubber band stack thick in my pants Real gangsters make plots and plans and touch dirt Only prayin for the day when they can wash they hands Real gangsters leave nothin to chance at first glance If it ain't a sho' thing then you bet' not swing Real gangsters keep that Cutlass clean, keep the monsters mean And when you dump it drop it right at the scene Real gangsters got a gangsta lean You might not talk red, black, or blue but everybody talk green Glance to my left look over my right shoulder Livin life in my rearview, FUCK stayin sober Forget back I sit back and wait for the click-clack Real gangsters want real spit so I spit that Real gangsters don't even say it They just hit the trunk cock it and spray it Light up your Christmas! Yeah! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Xzibit] ... and don't slip up It's way too late when the bodybags zip up Real gangsters pray for they soul when they get up You live by the gun but you'll die by that hit up Watch that rig up, find yo'self in a box in a spot where the cops can't dig up Real gangsters ain't just thugs in bandanas Slugs and big cannons, drugs and big hammers Real gangsters open up ya minds and expand 'em Why was Tupac really spittin at the cameras? Cause real gangsters get no peace, they want us six feet deep or locked down in the belly of the beast Real gangsters make bread, rise like yeast Won't hesitate to put hot chrome to ya teeth So fuck beef! Real gangsters load heat When ya see 'em in the street better call the police, c'mon [Chorus] [Verse 3: Tone] ... syndrome is a fear that inner-city residents have of they own peers People in they own community usin a case where two blacks got smoked by one in '93 And ain't now nigga be the murder case Usin and servin survival shit as a defense plea In Cali big knot (knot) The judicial system out here'll have you level fo' 'til you rot It's because of the system we violence stricken Forced to frequent the zone when the reefer's driftin And it's hella drift cause in Southeast Danglewood Damn near, 30 years of Bloodin and Crippin And we inflicted with a disease mo' trip than an H-I-V Can't nuthin protect you from a hundred, drummer 2-2-3's You can call the police Wear a V-E-S-T but forget about safety [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (2004)
[Intro] Ahhh! We bout to go this motherfuckin club tonight, y'knahmean? Poke some motherfuckin hoes, y'knahmean? Make sure them hoes, y'knahmean? Gon' act accordingly, y'knahmean? Some nigga over there tryin to love one hoe Y'knahmean? You got one hoe! Nigga youse a stone motherfuckin Jackson Nigga youse a stony Jackson, you can't fuck with us So nigga, tuck your tail and hide your hoe nigga [Jelly Roll] We parked our rides, in front of club All these niggaz started givin us love Sayin I'm the shit, Xzibit you the shit Jelly Roll get 'em, can I be for real? It's Strong Arm and Jelly Roll, cool for real Yeah motherfucker, why don't you just chill Cause I'm just coolin at the spot Ain't much wrong plus you're makin it hot I like shinin from all the grindin Girl's best friend, man I'm just like diamonds I like khakis and Air Force Ones Gangsters in the hood with them air force guns We poppin them tags, our pockets fat We fin' to put the world in a shopping bag Nigga X the man, and I'm the man We tryin to make you love it, don't you understand? [Chorus] If you're with Strong Arm, you're really down with us If you get high, then get a blunt and roll it up Your hood's gon' ride, then let me see you throw it up If you ready I'm ready see really we don't give a fuck Get'cha ass up if you're really down with us Girl you ain't cute, get on the floor and move your butt The bar is open everybody's gettin drunk If you're ready I'm ready see really we don't give a fuck [Xzibit] Another night in L.A., the homies all valet We got it lookin the dub show in front of the place Strong Arm + 75, we so deep we arrive and then we swarm like you fucked with the hive Gotta look a nigga right in the eyes, to tell the truth and the lies Even the strong find it hard to survive Another day another dollar we can walk on water Better, drop your tone, you ain't nobody's father Hotter than about a buck shot your carne asada X burn down the town like a path of lava Pathological drama so we got it inside Is it the wine or the women it's so hard to decide Look alive it's crackin; this is organized street hustlin with corporate backin promotin interstate traffic (traffic) Classic, smash out right Cause live from Los Angeles it's Saturday Night [Interlude] Cause I, can get yo' ass on the floor Cause this, is this the funk that you want? The hand, it comes way up in the air And wave 'em all around like you just don't caaaaaaaaare Bitch, come off of those pots Stop, shake that junk in your trunk See you, can move this groovyville shit The shake that makes the whollllle club flip [Chorus] [Xzibit] You might get shot in the face if you don't stay in your place You ain't a soldier like me you a fuckin disgrace X move like a shark in the water, I'm dodgin death and disorder I'll get you hit it won't cost me a quarter I was sent here to strangle and slaughter in no particular order Your big mouth might endanger your daughter Another day another digit I'ma speak it and live it Better get yourself a gun 'fore you fuck with Xzibit Pockets shorter than a midget, you can fuckin forget it X green light the target and easily hit it Grab the zone and split it so we smokin them woods Steady givin niggaz the business and keepin it hood Firearms we packin, this is military mindstate that's ready for action we mercenaries and assassins (blastin) Clashin, smash out right Cause live from Los Angeles it's Saturday Night [Jelly Roll] Let's hit the club and get it on tonight Let's get drunk this is Saturday Night Just got paid, shine my chrome up tight Time to get it crackin, off the Henn' tonight X is here, the gang is here Jelly Roll production bangin crystal clear I've been low, now check my highs Million dollar niggaz right before yo' eyes [Xzibit] In Los Angeles, homey (it's Saturday Night) In Houston, dogg (it's Saturday Night) In Miami, mate (it's Saturday Night) In Atlanta, shorty (it's Saturday Night) In St. Louis, dirty (it's Saturday Night) In New Orleans wodie, yo (it's Saturday Night) In New York City, yo (it's Saturday Night) Around the world baby, yo (it's Saturday Night) [Outro] On some straight motherfuckin pimpin shit, y'knahmean? |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (2004)
Yeah.Check it out.They say behind every strong man
Is an even stronger woman Cause she, was put here to defeat me Cause she, cuss me out, quick to leave me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Cause she, blow my phone up, to reach me Cause she, tried to lock, now she leaves me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Man, with that sucka, she I'm from a place, where they quick to say "Fuck A Bitch" And gettin' grits, off of pussy, try ta get a hitch But I'm a bachelor, stackin' it, drinkin', need to quit Me and my clique, ride through cities like we own da shit You caught my eye, looking fly, body lookin' thick So who am I I reply with my government exchange the numbers Escapades for days, satisfying my hunger Don't trip, you from a long list, a long line Get in line, you so fucking fine, you spendin' time Introduce you as a friend of mine, never my woman I got 20/20 cord vision, seein' you comin' Livin' my life, I don't need a wife But you persist, tryin' ta strengthen our relationship But I'm a dog, and a dog gotta run the streets Without a leash, this ain't workin' so I'm sayin' peace You ain't the one for me! Cause she, was put here to defeat me Cause she, cuss me out, quick to leave me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Cause she, blow my phone up, to reach me Cause she, tried to lock, now she leaves me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need You found some way to hold on, through all the bullshit Never seen a woman so strong, I used to pull shit Now them days, long been gone, I gotta move in them streets Provide a place for all my peoples to eat I'm feelin stuck, had to hustle up The A-T-F, hit the house, had me shackled up You lost your mind, hate the time, I was in and out You never let a brother down, when you stressin out You stressin' wanted me, to figure out a different route You could've left, but you a rider and stuck it out And it's a trip, because it's like you never missed a beat You waited anxiously, patiently, stayin' strong for me I sat aside, thinking back to the way I was The way I am, and how I gotta be a stronger man I understand that you love me and you want the best but if you wanna take the good, you gotta take the rest I rock a vest, baby! Cause I, run these streets for my struggle Cause I, carry heat for my troubles Cause I, is that what you want, is that what you want, is that what you need? Cause I, want family so I'm buildin Cause I, want you just for my children Cause I, is that what you want, is that what you want, is that what you need? And all this time it was you Baby forgive me for the pain, I was puttin you through It's me and you against the world, so I'm keepin' it true I know I haven't been the best, the wrong things I must do I used to think I was the MAN, wasn't havin a clue I wasn't lookin for no love, but I found it in you It's so true, behind every great man is a women Every time you call me, Baby Girl, I'm a come runnin You got a soldier livin' right, girl you saved my life I sacrifice, anything to keep my family tight I seen the light, and when the world try to beat me down You always given me another reason, I can smile Cause you beleived in me, when there was nothin there to see My wife can be my better half, complete my family tree Ugh, nothin can stop us now, ?Verawane? gown Watchin your father, walk his little lady down the isle Cause you the one for me! Cause she, was put here to complete me Cause she, wooze the earth, underneath me Cause she, got what I want, got what I want, got what I need Cause she, won't let go, she won't leave me Cause she, won't leave, what she don't need me Cause she, got what I want, got what I want, got what I need Dedicated to the real ones out there Ugh, yeah, this is for you |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (2004)
[Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception Busta Bus himself And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular X to the Zizzle That's what the fuck it is, 'nuff said YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! I wanna see you motherfuckers put your hands up Stretch bitch like you doin aerobics motherfucker Yeah! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Thought you was a tough guy? {*BOOM!*} When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now (A top dollar biller, a Rottweiler, a killer) (Slap the shit out a nigga tryin to copy my style) [Busta Rhymes] Check it I got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) bitches (Many) huh, bodies that's buried in holes of many ditches (Many, many) homes, plenty chrome up on my whip (Plenty) stop for you make me run up on your block and cock the semi Ready, any, nigga front I hold it steady I (cock) back (pop) the ratchet and spill your spaghetti HUH! Properties or blocks, we control 'em (Many, many) glocks know how I kill all your soldiers Freddy My machete (huh) will cut niggaz like I ain't really like 'em (Ha!) Then carve a nigga meat deep like I'm killin a bison HUH! Tyson, animal instinct the way I will beat you Got (many) shots and (plenty) spots for them bullets to eat you (Ha!) See through (huh) them holes them bullets'll leave in between you (Ha!) It seems you, got left to die slow all up inside the venue [Chorus] [Xzibit] Yup! Yo Orangutangin slangin, I'm hangin over the edge I rock two 40 glocks, I call 'em Barney and Fred I stay hungry like I'm only fed water and bread The king of the castle get at you, screamin off witcha head Brutal bustin, it's the X to the Z, we chart climbin You see my name next to that diamond, it's all timin Hit you in the stomach, with somethin your face and feet'll be touchin to have your bones start crackin and bustin To my women who be workin them jeans with fat asses Rich Itala heels, Roberto Cavali glasses Come to my hideout, let me pimp your ride out Hit your backside, tear your spine out and slide out (HUHHH!) Yeah, cause my grind don't quit I'm a walkin franchise with them extra clips I keep the bread roll thick, do lines so sick that you can cut 'em with a razor blade, sniff the shit, c'mon [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, check it I tell you (no lie) bitch nigga you (gon' die - kill or be killed!) Or get bodied just because you (walked by - nigga be still!) 'Fore the trigger go off and a (shot fly) and the shit'll be ill If the shot turn your stomach to a (pot pie) nigga we spill A little liquor for the homey muh'fucka (WE STILL) 'll make a nigga leak blood, 'til he need a (REFILL) You try to be a tough guy, and complicate what I build Somebody don't beat the shit out this muh'fucka (WE WILL!) [Xzibit] Asthmatic, dramatic, fold you like a Kraftmatic Heavy metal press hittin your chest like a train wreck Command respect, throw it one time for your set on deck Niggaz you never forget I set up precedents, homey you never snitch, hide the evidence Dummies dig ditches, they dyin for dead presidents The big screen make 'em seem large like an elephant But in real life they so soft and so delicate |
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from Xzibit - Hey Now (Mean Muggin) (Clean) (2004)
[Verse 1]
I'm a menace, to society baby The police want to relocate me They run up with gun up, but they can't faze me They wanted to come up, but they ain't crazy got I ride one in the chain with gun on top Six train Chevrolet rolln' without no top Got them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop California to Virginia, Timmy makin it hot Takin long rides in a G4 plane X-Man to the stage got em goin insane Yeah nigga got the world sayin my name I'm bout to make a little change, I'm a keep it the same X to the Z baby, run up on ya, hittin corners Phantom platinum grill X be the life of the party, Don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody [Chorus] Can you feel the speakers jumpin Other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin Muggin in the club like they want to do somethin Feelin kinda rowdy, huh? Hey Now, Hey Now All the girls mean muggin 'cause they musta seen what a girl pulled up in In the club like they want to do somthin Feelin kinda rowdy, huh? Hey Now, Hey Now [Verse 2] Hey girl, look where I live 40 acres and a Maybach Benz You wanted to party, but I got biz This ain't entertainin, I'm feedin my kids On a 4-oh-5 in the car pool lane Got to hit some corners, I'm ridin the cane Want to ride out to a island, and tan your frame And just waste away a couple of days, Holla back at me! Look where I rap, make the crowd get loud like the sound of a gat LA on my baseball hat, where they want to ride up on you in that black on black Move, betta, bounce like a mother When brother got mass weapons of war with each other X getting big, not ready to die yet, my militant mindset Got you runnin for cover [Chorus] [Hook] I'm the life of the party, I got a moon roof, we poppin up out of Look at the whole world they talkin about us I got a mean hook, to rattle ya body [Verse 3] I want to talk a little, pick ya brain Want to see you in somethin little, walk around the plane I got a lot to gain, getting my record off the ground Like David Blaine So now, what you know bout me?, I'm a self-made man from poverty Now I own a lot of property I pimp rides, lifestyles, and companies Now let me spit you the facts I used to hustle the corner, but I ain't bringin you that I'm like swingin a bat, run at yo kneecaps for comin out ya face like that Baby girl touchin my chain, now let me tell you who I ain't Bitch you can't run no games, (A gangsta baby, ain't nothing changed) [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Hey Now (Mean Muggin) (Xplicit) (2004)
[Verse 1]
I'm a menace, to society baby The police want to relocate me They run up with gun up, but they can't faze me They wanted to come up, but they ain't crazy got I ride one in the chain with gun on top Six train Chevrolet rolln' without no top Got them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop California to Virginia, Timmy makin it hot Takin long rides in a G4 plane X-Man to the stage got em goin insane Yeah nigga got the world sayin my name I'm bout to make a little change, I'm a keep it the same X to the Z baby, run up on ya, hittin corners Phantom platinum grill X be the life of the party, Don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody [Chorus] Can you feel the speakers jumpin Other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin Muggin in the club like they want to do somethin Feelin kinda rowdy, huh? Hey Now, Hey Now All the girls mean muggin 'cause they musta seen what a girl pulled up in In the club like they want to do somthin Feelin kinda rowdy, huh? Hey Now, Hey Now [Verse 2] Hey girl, look where I live 40 acres and a Maybach Benz You wanted to party, but I got biz This ain't entertainin, I'm feedin my kids On a 4-oh-5 in the car pool lane Got to hit some corners, I'm ridin the cane Want to ride out to a island, and tan your frame And just waste away a couple of days, Holla back at me! Look where I rap, make the crowd get loud like the sound of a gat LA on my baseball hat, where they want to ride up on you in that black on black Move, betta, bounce like a mother When brother got mass weapons of war with each other X getting big, not ready to die yet, my militant mindset Got you runnin for cover [Chorus] [Hook] I'm the life of the party, I got a moon roof, we poppin up out of Look at the whole world they talkin about us I got a mean hook, to rattle ya body [Verse 3] I want to talk a little, pick ya brain Want to see you in somethin little, walk around the plane I got a lot to gain, getting my record off the ground Like David Blaine So now, what you know bout me?, I'm a self-made man from poverty Now I own a lot of property I pimp rides, lifestyles, and companies Now let me spit you the facts I used to hustle the corner, but I ain't bringin you that I'm like swingin a bat, run at yo kneecaps for comin out ya face like that Baby girl touchin my chain, now let me tell you who I ain't Bitch you can't run no games, (A gangsta baby, ain't nothing changed) [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Muthaf*cker [Expicit Version] [single] (2004)
[Chorus] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did (Hey!) MOTHAFUCKA! [Xzibit] Hey Baby, Sexy Lady (Hey!) You Make Them Pants Look Crazy (Woo!) I Know You Schemin Have You Leavin' Screamin' "Fuck You, Pay Me!" LA Got Tons Of Dameies, Thats Quick To Have That Baby And That Try To Squeeze You For Every Penny That You Thought Of Makin' These Streets Is Fuckin' Viscious Can't Make The Wrong Decisions They Have You Shot Up And Shot Up, Caught Up Behind Some Bitches Handle Your Business Homie Cause Ain't No Homies In Business So Many People In This Business Be So Fuckin' Phony I See Right Through Them Traps These Niggaz Run Their Yaps But When It Really Cracked Them Pussy Niggaz Runnin Laps I Clap Em In They Tracks My Paper Come In Stacks And Stacks Of Rubberbands Thicker Than A Paperback Just Let The Henny Flow Go Where You Wanna Go My Party Heavyset, Ready Set Baby Here We Go Its Not A Fuckin Game, You Know my Fuckin Name I'm Number One, With A Motherfuckin Bullet MAN! [Chorus] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did MOTHAFUCKA! [Xzibit] My Soldiers Go With Missiles Gauges, Grenades, And Pistols Picture On The Front Of The Paper Dyin' To Press The Issue My Soldiers Gettin' At You Full Clip Is Spitting At You You Duck and Stuck In Position Just Like A Fuckin' Statue Nigga Im Quarterbackin We Got It Fully Crackin' And Poppin' And Showin No Signs Of Stopin With Options Fuck The Industry Derive Energy From Hennesy Literally, I Smoke Like A Chimney Y'all Know We Got Them Hummers Tight We Got Them Lovers Right They Want to Catch ya Get Naked Begin To Spend The Night Here You Go Some Good Advice Come Through Steppin Light Believe Me, Extremely Easy To Lose Your Life Get Em Up And Keep Em Up (X!) They Trying To Get Me Touched If You Gonna Swing It Nigga Bring It I Don't Give A Fuck! (Yea!) Better Make This Party Jump (Yea!) Better Make This Club Bounce (Yea!) So Take Your Shoes Before You Step Your Ass In My House [Chorus] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did MOTHAFUCKA! [Xzibit] Bitch We Keep It Crackin Right We Bring It Back To Life Biohazard Motherfuckas That Spreadin' Like A Parasite We Aint The Fuckin Type You Get The Target Site Lee Boyd Malvo, Can't Stop Me Now No! Get Your Fuckin' Paper Up We Outta Snatch It Up Full Metal Jacket Stay Clap Clapped In The Back Em Up Dont Even Think About it You Get Your Shit Rerouted Straw For Your Food Have You Pissin' Through A Plastic Tube I Know You Fuckin' Hate It We Stay Inebriated Break out The Hennsy Bottle Baby Your Regulated Its Not A Fuckin Game, You Know my Fuckin Name I'm Number One, With A Motherfuckin Bullet MAN! [Chorus x2] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did MOTHAFUCKA! |
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from Unity [project] (2004)
Yeah, stand up
What do you believe in Yeah, stands up Come on Just a face in the crowd Feeling lost, down and out Can you hear me now Millions more just like you Afraid to do what they wanna do Am i getting through? Lots of losers hanging round Only there to bring you down Get your feet up off the ground Get up, get up, get up If you don't stand for something You will fall for anything If you don't stand for something You will fall for anything Get up Don't you know that you're worth As much as anyone on earth You're a megastar Put your hands in the sky Let your freaky colors fly Get 'em way up high You got style and you got game So get it out don't be ashamed Let everybody know your name Get it on out now what's you name If you don't stand for something You will fall for anything If you don't stand for something You will fall for anything Get up You can stand for peace You can stand for war I stand in the square never stood before I take a stand for my son like Afeni Shakur I take a stand like I'm 4 double six 64 Stand alone in my struggle Can't make me stand down Make 'em crash and burn Mayday, mayday, mayday down Get up, stand up Get your damn hands up If they're not shackled to your feet, get some handcuffs We need solutions not propaganda Let the tape roll Make the whole world stand up Hold your position Don't go backwards X still grinding The west keep shining Don't look too long You might get blinded Follow your heart Your head might just find it I pray for the strength to handle what my city brings Better stand for something or you're bound to fall for anything If you don't stand for something You will fall for anything Get up If you don't stand for something You will fall for anything Everybody's got a voice So it's time to make some noise |
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from Xzibit - Restless (2003)
Ahh, ahh, E-Dub [Xzibit] It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go Niggaz gettin knocked out is part of my show Let 'em know who they fuckin with yo, a rhyme wrangler Tri-angular push-up the hillside strangler Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony Now let his punk ass go, look out below (BELOWWWW) It's a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go down We officially not fuckin around Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box (hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot So heatbox all day in a nigga face and all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate [Chorus 2X: Xzibit *singing*] Call it what you wanna call it I'm a fuckin Alkaholik Bring it if you really want it Ain't gotta put no extras on it! [Erick Sermon] Yo, I'm in the zone, and lyrically gone Got the spot blown, BOOM! Oklahoma Watch the aroma, catch those who love me My underground dirty cats on dune buggies I be the type to take your watch and flaunt it Kidnap T. Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it Yo, I bang a nigga head til his neck pop Do a KRS-One to a "Black Cop" X and E's, out for cream Get the money, while you stay broker than Al Bundy Uhh, give it to y'all, in "Any Given Sunday" With J. Foxx name the spot, make it hot (I hate E so much right now!) Blow it down hooker bounce come off the ropes like J. Snooka (*X*: Two fly motherfuckers) You can't fuck widdit Backed by +Open Bar+, so y'all forget it [Chorus] [J-Ro] J-McEnroe, cam smashin, party crashin I eat MC's like a ration I'm sockin niggaz in they goatees I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies I'm in the room with 10 G's, countin ten G's cause we need a bag of weed (can you smell it?) Now we need ten dimes, to blow on deez like wind chimes Time to close the blinds cause you all in mines I bought a bottle for the session, and did not share it Drink so much Captain Mo' all I need is a parrot You took the Alkaholik challenge, and lost your balance You underground, we under water drinkin liquid by the gallons [Tash] Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin, head rushin Since I'm too drunk to walk, I rock a party on crutches and still rush the roughest MC who wanna get it Forget it, it's Likwit, Tha Liks and, Xzibit Ca-Tash on the blast the final piece to the puzzle I slap bitches on the ass I slap tits up out the muzzle I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistant You wack and I'm Ca-Tash and that's the motherfuckin difference For instance, "21 and Over" set your clocks back (Tick tock tick tock) Still standin where the rocks at Two-thousand-one, we still young guns that's +Restless+ (Thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and that's the motherfuckin guestlist! [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Restless (2003)
station, cat Xzibit huh? K-W-Balls, Daniel Thompson hold like this Like that in fact, with a fat-ass Battlecat track I'm takin caller number one, that is.. Rrrah uhh, bitch - you took too long Caller number two like this.. [Xzibit] {*BZZT*} Bounce up out of the house close to midnight Full rack up in the back {*BZZ BZZ*} shit is tight Full charge and I'm out for somethin Mass production, Battlecat bang percussion End of discussion, hittin some corners, rearrange thangs and brang change, we expand California Listen - I lost more than I can ever gain back from this road to riches, makin my heart turn black So I'm cold to bitches, and I never call back Plus I'm stoned and vicious, lay your whole hood flat Get your, shit together nigga Big Snoop Dogg told me 'Do music and leave that other shit alone homey' We came from dust, the X-odus, the hard to touch Y'all niggaz ain't fuckin with us, and plus it ain't nothin like standin on your own two So run them streets, but never let 'em run you [Chorus: Nate Dogg] Time is steady wastin, steady wastin Since time won't wait for me, yeah, won't wait, won't wait Just give me a beat that's bang, give me a beat that's bangin I'll bust 'til I'm deceased, yeah, wooo-oooh, ooh-ooh-ooooh [Xzibit] Tune in, witness the rise of a icon The python wrap around 'til your breath gone The upper echelon, and I'm the cat you pull a weapon on and wanna squeeze 'til my life is gone? Back to the wall and trust nobody Sippin Cognac with Kurupt, Young Gotti Somebody gotta recognize this Throw fo' fingers up, add a thumb, then make it a fist Number one draft pick, lead the league in assists Give a fuck how you decorate your neck and your wrists You just settin yourself up for the twist (gimme that) it's like this Only a few slide through like the Schindler's List Who's the bitch, who's the mack, what's worse the niggaz that bring in the coke or smoke the crack? Metaphor figure four let it break your back (yeah) It's been a long time, where the gangstas at? [Chorus] [Xzibit] Damn it feels good to be back in the saddle On top of the game, crackin the frame, the heat of the battle Been a long time comin but we waited Xzibit went from bein hated, to makin the whole world say it Give a fuck if the radio play it Niggaz fall like the domino effect and you can't delay it It ain't about who you are when you're makin your stack It's the look that's on your face when you givin it back So picture that [Nate Dogg] Time, keeps on slippin, slippin.. keeps on slippin away.. mm-hmm My mind keeps on trippin, trippin.. trippin like ev-ery-day.. mm-hmm [X] Yeah, it's been a long time [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Restless (2003)
I was voted most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation Let's start the process of elimination This dedication is for niggaz with the green buddha The bandula, six-shooter to your suit coolers Now how this feel? Cold black steel up in your grill This hollow point lead gon' be your last meal Say your prayers, say your graces Pieces of your face is found in a hundred different places Huh, so what we lookin like? We tryin to see some hoes to fuck tonight and you just tryin to see the afterlife Make a decision before we have a head-on collision makin me spend the rest of my life in prison See I can only play the cards I was given Multiplication division whatever you got to break mines off like the U.S. government did to Microsoft Like Xzibit in some pussy with the lights turned off It's like [Chorus] I'm just livin to fulfill my dreams I'm just tryin to have the best of things None of y'all can't take shit from me Life's a bitch she ain't fuckin for free So I'ma ride til the wheels fall off while all the rest get weak and go soft Your petite style, can get you beat down My heat's loud, have you huggin on the street now [Xzibit] Niggaz keep askin me how does it feel How does WHAT feel? Not havin to scrape for a meal? Not bein locked down to a fucked up deal? The biggest man in Los Angeles is not Shaquille We had to reinvent the wheel, draft new blueprints Made a whole album, spent HALF what you spent then sent the rest to my people to invest wit it Custom fitted, if you want it nigga, come and get it and I suggest you bring a million niggaz runnin wit it Split it, feel it, hit it it's hot, look I ain't gon' stop til everybody's shot Muammar Khadaf's the dot, X mark the spot with an infrared to your head, left for dead Fuck the feds, flee the country then grow some dreads (ya mon) I suggest you keep your distance, for instance, the same distance it takes to get to the next solar system, motherfucker [Chorus] [Xzibit] Strike one, when a nigga talkin shit with his hands Strike two, gettin caught in the wrong place with your pants down Strike three, tryin to fuck with the D-O-double-G D-R-E, or any of my Alkaholik family Huh, Xzibit turn your vital signs to a straight line Never seen a dog bite and bark at the same time Restless, rugged, never relaxed Permanently owe you motherfuckers backs like tax Baseball bats and breaks upside of your head Homey STILL gettin swoll off water and bread I got this, retaliation, for any situation I'm facin and leave the stage with a standin ovation, it's like [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Restless (2003)
Uhh.. mm that's funky.. ohh! [Xzibit] Huh, I'm Mr. What-The-Fuck-You-Lookin-At I'm Mr. Quick-To-Run-And-Get-The-Gat Treat you like the hoosd like a diplomat Xzibit used to push a 'llac, now I'm Range Rovin' Takin over never sober, bear witness like Jehovah Enemies fall like October Restless standin tall like a soldier We thick like the first Motorola brick cellular phones cut to the bone, celebratin "Dre Day" Love it or leave it alone (ha hah) Just consider me the heir to the throne The lifestyle of the savage and well known protectin my owns Rolling stone bringin it home, time for transition Don't talk too loud, you might find yourself missin Look into my eyes, all you see is will to survive by any means, retreatin to the Phillipines to meditate, liftin train like a heavyweight Hit you and run with a California license plate [Chorus: Xzibit + Snoop] [X] When y'all niggaz stop actin like bitches [X] bitches stop actin like niggaz we can all clock figures [S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick [S] They all on my dick, FUCK THAT SHIT! [X] When y'all bitches stop actin like niggaz [X] niggaz stop actin like bitches we can all get riches [S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick [S] FUCK THAT SHIT! We can all get rich! [Snoop Dogg] Doggy Dogg is bout to blow up All.. these Snoop Dogg haters need to slow up, sho' nuff Know what? X, the game is gettin sewn up but I'm speedin 'em up and leavin 'em I'm buckin 'em til they bleedin bruh Hold up, FUCK THAT, you tryin to get swoll up by the mic controller, clip reloader Frozen exposure, condos of a composer Sick like a bowl-of, a bowl of deez nuts Fuck him up, cross him out, then toss him out With the stamp on his head, nigga Dogghouse Nigga I'm universal crackin Down South (ya heard?) Poppin my collar with my dick in your girl's mouth, ha ha You act like you a dude you get smashed on Full out my bitches with your fucked up attitude Nappy-head hoes, worse than bitch niggaz I treat 'em all the same, bitch check yo' game! [Chorus] [Xzibit] With the flick of a wrist, send you deep into the abyss I don't pop Cryst', but will pop a nigga with this Made my way to the top of the list, raised your fifth Anything to keep it movin make it harder to hit We survive when you thought we was finished and done Lookin over my cold shoulder is Attila the Hun The gatling gun, guillotine, Don King's American Dream Since sixteen, shoulda been a marine Makin the whole scene collapse, millenium raps Why fight for scraps, relax and take the whole plate witcha The penny pitcher with a whole lot of come and get ya You gettin my picture or do I have to let 'em hit ya? HUAHH! Feel the adrenaline rush whenever I bust Got eyes in back of my head The people the I trust is just like me Full of spite with very large appetites I'm too complex to break down in black and white [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] (AH-AHHH!) Niggaz, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, ahhh Yes.. X to the Z, D-O-double-to-the-motherfuckin- G, OOOH-WEE! Ahh.. this shit funky right here my nigga Yeah, +Open Bar+ nigga, we gettin fucked up Three four in the morning, ain't no time limits Huh huh, you ain't tryin to hotbox with us nigga Roll some X, y'know! Ahh.. niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, it's all the same though |
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from Xzibit - Restless (2003)
drunk and fuck fo' sho' Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go Actin like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here [Xzibit] Will the real X to the Z please stand up? With my niggaz and my guns, not givin a fuck Stickin 'em up at point blank range They say the more things change, they stayin the same I can't complain Type of shit that make you wish you was dead Make you fight the curb, a stomp down on the back of your head Blow it out like a afro pick Attract bitches like flies to shit Pop pills and ride the dick Niggaz can't swing this quick, I'm Dark McGwire Bangin shit over the fence with Rottweiler Listen, niggaz do anything for a dollar, even killin they own, let it be known, it's like [Chorus - repeat 2X] It ain't safe where I'm from Niggaz start beef never knowin the outcome Rather be caught with it than caught without one Leave it alone because the life that you save might be your own [Xzibit] I'm pullin pistols if you don't break bread Mr. Wrong Side of the Bed, only get excited for head Now print this in your industry books If it wasn't for crooks you niggaz'd still sport the Jordache look Hit the switch, front to back, side to side Natural born killers never let shit slide Never rely on the next man to swing for you A rock and a hard place, duck between the two And y'all bitches just somethin to do, don't get it twisted You're easy like Sunday mornin and shopliftin It go simple as that, I'm never givin half to a rat I'd rather bam to your face with a bat You get tied down to the tracks Used to make a living cookin coke to crack, now I can't turn back This is holocaust rap nigga, overreact and I'ma bring to yo' chest like an asthma attack, ya heard? [Chorus 1/2] [Xzibit - repeat 2X] Oh no, X get drunk and fuck fo' sho' Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go Actin like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here |
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from Xzibit - Restless (2003)
[Xzibit] (Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth Some call that a problem but I call it a gift Xzibit make the whole continent shift (hell yeah) Invadin your territory in a blaze of glory A soldier story, livin off nothin but instinct Bitch niggaz continue to floss and lip-sync And I'ma just continue to flow, while rockin the boat Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope Don't make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat Always approach niggaz that's known for killin your folks Be surprised who could turn around and bust on y'all Catch your mother or your sister comin out of the mall Bang holes through they coats and they Macy bags No retaliation you basically runnin with fags In these streets, you only good as your last transaction Funny style, and these niggaz ain't laughin Y'all got it all fucked up in zero-zero Think life is a video for "Last Action Heroes" Face the price you pay for the games you play When it's all said and done at the end of the day, you gotta [Chorus - repeat 2X] Get your walk on, get your head right I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up [Xzibit] Judge and jury, don't get your case dismissed When I get pissed and smash through the makeshift Uplift, dump this, make your shit knock Hypnotical hardrock that don't flop It's the best thing crackin my nigga Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but don't ever deliver From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags earthquakes police with automatics and nerve gas Learn fast or get left behind quick (yeah) You testify, you get wrapped in plastic (hell yeah) Xzibit turn your SUV into a casket Melt your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid Drastic measures we take just to get by for all the shit you gotta go through to get high Stand by, do or die for the West coast Wanna fuck with Xzibit but can't come close motherfuckers [Chorus - repeat 2X] Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, the shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up [Xzibit] Tell y'all people to call my people Recognize all men are not created equal I'm lethal, all y'all faggots remain see-through Only the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!) When I get through the world'll be a better place A little Jesus Christ mixed with some Leatherface Go find some punch to spike, find some dope to lace Pull a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for space Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk shit or hit so hard to the chin it make your back flip My transcript number one up in this conference It's nonsense, all y'all niggaz want is conflict Only associate with pros and the convicts Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb bitch and then bounce with a couple, motherfuck a tussle You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle [Chorus - repeat 4X] Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, the shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up |
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from Xzibit - Restless (2003)
the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre You know what time it is! Xzibit steps up to the mic layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!! [Xzibit] Well it's me, down with D-R-E X to the Z rocks any party Rocks the beats, and the breaks Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin They get together and they start to hatin How can we take him out one time cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes I might go first, and he'll go second I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic Droppin hot shit I like So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off Six is your beatdown, your title is seven Takin out your four man crew makes eleven By the twelveth I go for self Rockin L.A. like no one else.. You can check any rapper from the underground scene but few have dropped hot shit and seen green Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em But not many niggaz have slammin albums X to the Z rocks consistantly I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck with me Why? Well that's my secret baby I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me So you can call me, a public servant Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it So I just walk, or ride my bike and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight Give me a chance and I'll rock the house But let a motherfucker try to take me out Cause male or female, I will strangle If it's a label, they have to untangle Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge Step right up if that's what you like but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke In the night at a height right for flight Way out of sight, you bite, I recite My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white as your faggot CEO say, "Well alright!" .. I am your mentor History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers and just back up quickly Your style is sickly but you persist to get me or outwit me with the style that I created years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes Oh, all of a sudden you don't know or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind that rhyme that place do not chase I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE In case you hate I won't write no tough rap Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped [KRS-One] Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man! I don't think they understand this shit! Break this shit over they backs! [Xzibit] I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew I deny your existence as artists You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak but when you speak through the microphone you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth The light comes forth cause Mr. X Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh I snatch the mic and get hype Behave, before you make the news front page Headed for the grave and the wake So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK And put a little pep in your step X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation in the nation, in creation All you assholes in ANY occupation Like rappers with nothin to say I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather gather together and splatter whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over when you push the record but don't push the culture [KRS-One] Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin Yo Xzibit, keep rockin! [Xzibit] Just throw your hands in the sky Still believe real niggaz never die And if you in this life just gettin by Somebody say, "I'm high!" (I'm high!) "I'm high!" (I'm high!) Yeah, and you don't stop Yeah.. |
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from Xzibit - Restless (2003)
'Loud & Clear'
(feat. Butch Cassidy, Defari, King Tee) [Xzibit] Yeah.. Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price Sacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and ice I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ to change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same Clear the lane, comin through like Kobe, you can't hold me You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi' I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit Like every idiot that can spit be droppin a hit I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic It's like tryin to squeeze water from rocks I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock Sick of niggaz screamin they hot, but really they not Beatin you all to the ground like six L.A. cops Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot and lived to tell about it, never leavin home without it, c'mon [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] There's no one out there, for us, to fear I'll say it loud and clear.. Who can say they're close, to us Speak now and you'll be brought, to tears [King Tee] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin off on Central with the rag back, lookin like life's so simple Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets If Trife can't cover the house, call X Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers Move somethin, make killers do somethin, f'real The bitch-made often politic with the skill Now shit's all twisted, unlisted Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit We gifted, twenty-four hours and still lifted (*X*: Bitch keep your vagina) We drunk and ain't interested Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin it Standin at the bar, soft-styled in the cut 'Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much!' Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup The West and Eastside keep smokin them blunts, niggaz [Interlude: Butch Cassidy] Let's get with it, I was born to trip Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip We ain't for games and shit Change your spot, cause we're known to dip No time for chasin hoes I'm on a mission cause my cash is low There's no need to speak on those Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes [Defari] There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto Pops Finnish choco-late, moms Mississippi yellow Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence Together we rise, no time for seperateness My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a jack of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude of 'F**k ya' [Xzibit] Built to run forever, X the infinite First line of defense to smash through the immigrants Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin Close the curtain, shut down your whole production Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin without thinkin; I mastered the art of hard drinkin Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best I'm still f**kin with your pockets like the IRS, so yo [Chorus] [Butch Cassidy] Gather all around, to see how we display our vicious skills I done seen and heard, enough Let's prove the West coast is for real .. speak now and you'll be brought to tears .. |
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from Xzibit - Restless (2003)
with a cowboy Playin stopped playin long time ago with childish toys It's only men in here; deuce deuce inch Pirelli and Goodyear niggaz, sip malt liquor beer They gave me sixth man of the year, came off the bench for Tha Liks Shot the lights out at the championship Big chips, big trips, new fits, my money clip's full of green cheese, my other pocket got green weed Rap niggaz, we different individuals Elevate the level of the music and the visuals It's do or die, I need a +Priest+, call +Superfly+ Whatever we discuss when we meet's between you and I I'm truly high, red-eyed for the red-eye flight Five hours, eight drinks, I rode all night, shit Everyday, every night's a saloon Crime blitty, good bottle, million dollar tunes [Chorus: Goldie Loc] Love when when you're out there on the ave When you're down 24/7, niggaz don't know the half My Romeo's step down on the pedal my back keeps on scrapin the metal I be coastin and be coastin, hittin three wheel motion with my rimz and tirez [Xzibit] I ain't never seen Kevlar flesh (hell naw) Y'all bitch niggaz is flirtin and fuckin with death I was taught to stick with the right and work with the left Never love nothin, never turn snitch and confess Got catch me in the heat of the act, and run the risk of catchin three to the back, and try walkin with that (yeah!) I ain't goin to the pen for shit, except to snatch up my loved ones to get loose and hop the fence It ain't hard to look hard, snatch up a catalogue Mad dog to niggaz that walk up your boulevard (yeah!) But one day, you gon' feel it (what?) I'm a firm believer in the theory if it bleeds, I can kill it A hit man for hire (yeah!) caught up in the crossfire The live wire, leak a nigga like a vampire My empire roll rimz and tirez Either get with us, forget us and get behind us, muh'fuckers [Chorus] [Interlude] Ride along, with my rimz and tirez Side along [Kokane] Mr. Recycler (what?) I'm lookin for a sixty-two Chevy and she kinda bad, threw him six and I was read' (Whatchu want me to do?) To get spic and span Man I'm glad you came and got me from that old white man (good lookin) He took me to a spot in Long Beach, hooked me up with four pumps (bzzt) but everybody in the hood can't jump (bzzt) And I change colors when the sun hit me Fix me up, now my owner wanna slang me for 50? Bling bling, now I belong to a Japanese And they was quick to throw me in the magazines I make money (huh?) I never broke down, fools trippin (Check it out) How many cars you see in Seoul on streets dippin? (None) Afraid to get that ass caught slippin (why?) For me it was an easy task I kept an engine on my ass with heat under the dash Fool (peep game) I was born to lowride on rimz and tirez, yeah [Chorus] - 2X [ad libs to end] |
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from Xzibit - Restless (2003)
(Xzibit talking) Come here Tre, what's up son, come on To whom it may concern, yeah, listen Sorry I'm away so much, yeah, yeah All the sons, daughters, penitentiary niggas, yeah feel me Uh, sorry I'm away so much, yeah (Xzibit) My son was born about four and a half years ago Loved and protected him, amazin how fast they grow I came to know about his likes and his dislikes (yeah) Video games, taught him how to ride his first bike (that's it) This is the life my little nigga, I see you gettin all upset When I leave the house, poutin, let me tell you about Tryna make it in this world and provide for you Cause on them overseat plane rides I miss you too Never knew that I would have to be away so much Five thousand dollar phone bills keepin in touch We Starskey and Hutch, yeah, we partners for life, yeah I rock mics, so I'm sorry when I hug you if I squeeze too tight Long nights in the studio take me away Gettin mad 'cause I'm tired and you want me to play Money can't replace time, I'm just tryna get you outta the fine relyin And expand your mind my lil' ni', yeah Yeah, c'mon (Chorus-X) Look, sorry I'm away so much Understand me, yeah It's for you, hah, yeah (you, and you, and you) C'mon, look, sorry I'm away so much Huh, we keep it gangsta Look (Xzibit) I got a brother locked down, he be out in a couple Knuckle for knuckle, a veteran and nothin but muscle Now broadcastin live from behind the wall Stayin tight through long kites and telephone calls Gettin hype when you see your brother on T.V. Can't wait for your release so you can roll with me Arrange everything exactly how it's supposed to be For right now here's a thousand, J, stay lo-key You say damn Xzibit, whyn't you pay a nigga a visit Time limits got me movin a million miles a minute Knee deep, gotta strike while the iron is hot Still gotta eat and keep the lights on when it's not Sleepin on cots, bullet wounds got you in knots I wish I was there to snatch you up instead of the cops Muthafuck it, do the time and get it out of the way You goin from convict to corporate nigga in one day (in one day) (Chorus) (Quik) Now I ain't never been this hot before So in essence it's obvious, I ain't never been this out before I'm spending 25-8 days, 366 times a year Up in the studio freakin and mixin rhymes in here Nothin but beer, bud smoke, Hen and Coke, women and sheer Callin playa niggas there Not the kinda place I really wanna bring my son Get on lil' Dane, gon' in there and have you some fun Used to be that ??? be up there sewin ya clothes While I'm with you on the Playstation showin you codes Hit the X button stupid, forward, left, right, X Now I'm tryna get your college fund, bustin with X (Suga Free) Come here, give that here dada, no no don't do that mama 'cause dada be back Here go your ba-ba, Pampers, flashy ???, you can see that You tryna figure out why dada talkin to you through this glass on the phone Ooh, I socked a bitch and then she snitched, but I'll be home Can't keep me away, just can't stay away (Chorus-Suga Free) (Suga Free talkin to fade) |
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from Xzibit - Restless (2003)
right? Huh They think it's all chronic and palm trees out this muh'fucka Bitches and bikinis, listen, huh Some niggaz is better left alone I place you underneath the very ground you walkin on And ain't no children in this motherfucker, drop your tone Ain't got no business even FUCKIN with no microphones So yo it's me against the world, and ain't got shit to lose My heavy artillery built to make the masses move I carry tools that'll pick you up and out your shoes Xzibit bringin new meanin to alcohol abuse I wanna fall up in the spot where all the bitches at Holdin somethin heavy to help you straighten out your back A couple of drinks and I bend you over the kitchen sink So what you think I owe you somethin bitch for fuckin me? (BITCH) Get a grip, misery love company, check it Xzibit show you the difference between real life and makin a record Makin the moves and connections that you never expected What good is money and the fame if you never respected? Check it out [Chorus] You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets (You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga) Don't be actin like your shit don't stink (c'mon) Y'all ain't fuckin with X You know, we roll so fuckin deep (Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz) Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink [Xzibit] Yo, I ain't afraid of them fuckin invisible gats you always bringin out in your raps My shit'll quickly make you fold and collapse My goal to strictly takin over the map, by any means Hustle and make more tracks than a her-on fiend Keep my enemies on a first name basis and hate them niggaz like a skinhead racist Chuck Taylors and fat laces Stompin hoes through y'all turf I hurt worse than actual childbirth A chick can suck my dick til the big squirt (AH-AHH!) The song work, so ain't no playin wit us Findin out where you rest your head and I'm sprayin it up The remains that's left behind can probably fit in a cup You pressin your luck, you makin yourselves easy to touch I'm from the home of the hit 'em up, only two ways You droppin some shells or you get 'em up, back in the days there was a time there was this woman that I want to keep up but nowadays when I see you I'm just tryin to fuck so check it out [Chorus] You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets (The king of these West coast gangsta beats, niggaz) Always droppin off nothin but straight heat so stay the fuck out of the way You know, we roll so fuckin deep (Round after round in the middle of the street niggaz) Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink Y'all ain't fuckin with Dre [Dr. Dre] Thangs just ain't the same since he came out Two thousand and one, came blew the game out I heard you was hot {*huff*} blew your flame out And got the nerve to believe you hold the same clout? I thought I told you, keep my name out of your fuckin mouth (But Dr. Dre!) See that's exactly what I'm talkin bout That shit right there, that's all day long Just don't stop, I gots to be alone at the top Forever ready loaded and locked, with niggaz that'll circle yo' block and let 'em pop til some bodies get dropped It's Doc Holiday in the flesh (Still) hold it down, represent, resurrect the West (Still) holdin ground, touchin down, with my nigga X (Still) send a couple through yo' chest if you disrespect Dr. Dre comin back (shit) I never left The number one ranked highest paid celebrity guest That's eight digits, motherfuckers [Chorus] You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets (You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga) Don't be actin like your shit don't stink (c'mon) Y'all ain't fuckin with X You know, we roll so fuckin deep (Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz) Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink (YO) Y'all ain't fuckin with X |
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from Xzibit - Restless (2003)
Yeah ladies and gentleman
Broadcasting live to you and yours It's Mr X to the Z Xzibit Yeah bounce it Come on The first day of the rest of my life X stand behind the mic like Walker Kronkike Y'all keep the spotlight I'm keeping my rhymes tight Lose sight of what you believe And call it a night This ain't the light weight cake mix shit That you're used to Teflon territory you just can't shoot through You gon shoot who Not even on your best day Rollin' the Wild West way givin' it up Leavin' the whole world stuck not givin' a fuck Laid in the cut now we break through in the rut Hennesy and Orange Juice baby fill up a cup Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze Loosen up let your hair down and join the festivities Overcrowd the house like lockdown facilities Bitches be quick to give me brains while I post the range Going up and down my dick like the stock exchange X Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound X Won't even say your own name when I come around X Stay on top but remain from the underground X to the Z and we all in the family X Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound X Won't even say your own name when I come around X Stay on top but remain from the underground X to the Z and we all in the family Ever since Xzibit has spit been on some pimp shit Approach every woman like a potential mistress Shine bright make sure that X stay tight Cause tonight I might meet my next X wife Mr Big Chief Reefa Xzibit use his dick like a Visa I run it through and money come out Runnin' your mouth I'll have somebody run in your house Ravel your spouse and have a little fun on the couch Now you know that it was bound to happen I came to give you what you lackin' Whenever you hear them other niggas rappin Rockin' chains stadium paladiums cracked craniums My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium Drop tops sittin' on twenties Using rappers like crash test dummies Stackin' real estate and money It's funny how things change overnight When you thinking right I beat the odds like Ike beat on his first wife X Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound X Won't even say your own name when I come around X Stay on top but remain from the underground X to the Z and we all in the family X Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound X Won't even say your own name when I come around X Stay on top but remain from the underground X to the Z and we all in the family What an event We hardcore 100 Making it stick Los Angeles proudly presents The real deal how does it feel No special effects Yank the chain off of your neck Demand the respect Now all your conversations sound strange to me It be like everybody around me done changed but me I stand alone on my own two feet Stagger tracks strangle the beat Restless no time for sleep Niggas be weak I'm concrete like Bejamin Greet It's a very thin line between a foe and a friend Straight to the chair Not these niggas again Come back bounce in the spot and slide right in I ain't trying to see nothing but progress regardless Home of the heartless move right remain cautious Represent nothing but the hustle and struggle Hennesy rock plenty of ice making a double now SCREAM X Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound X Won't even say your own name when I come around X Stay on top but remain from the underground X to the Z and we all in the family X Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound X Won't even say your own name when I come around X Stay on top but remain from the underground X to the Z and we all in the family So there you have it A B C D P G C X to the motherfuckin' Z Mr Xuberant Xtravagant Xtrodinary Xalata X 'em with a little bit of Xtasy X ing a bitch out if you tryna test a g And what's the recipe Xcalibur weaponary And we shoot Xceptionally That there is hot X marks the spot Fuck naw X spots the marks Xclamation point niggas |
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from Who's The Man In The Master Plan [Clean Version] (2002)
drunk and fuck fo' sho' Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go Actin like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here [Xzibit] Will the real X to the Z please stand up? With my niggaz and my guns, not givin a fuck Stickin 'em up at point blank range They say the more things change, they stayin the same I can't complain Type of shit that make you wish you was dead Make you fight the curb, a stomp down on the back of your head Blow it out like a afro pick Attract bitches like flies to shit Pop pills and ride the dick Niggaz can't swing this quick, I'm Dark McGwire Bangin shit over the fence with Rottweiler Listen, niggaz do anything for a dollar, even killin they own, let it be known, it's like [Chorus - repeat 2X] It ain't safe where I'm from Niggaz start beef never knowin the outcome Rather be caught with it than caught without one Leave it alone because the life that you save might be your own [Xzibit] I'm pullin pistols if you don't break bread Mr. Wrong Side of the Bed, only get excited for head Now print this in your industry books If it wasn't for crooks you niggaz'd still sport the Jordache look Hit the switch, front to back, side to side Natural born killers never let shit slide Never rely on the next man to swing for you A rock and a hard place, duck between the two And y'all bitches just somethin to do, don't get it twisted You're easy like Sunday mornin and shopliftin It go simple as that, I'm never givin half to a rat I'd rather bam to your face with a bat You get tied down to the tracks Used to make a living cookin coke to crack, now I can't turn back This is holocaust rap nigga, overreact and I'ma bring to yo' chest like an asthma attack, ya heard? [Chorus 1/2] [Xzibit - repeat 2X] Oh no, X get drunk and fuck fo' sho' Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go Actin like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here |
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from Xzibit - Multiply [single] (2002)
[Xzibit]
I've beeeeen this way and I can't stop (ah) Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no) Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch (no) It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got-ta Get it Crip while the gettin is good before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood I don't need that, I don't believe that E'rybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game Nah!! I'ma evolve continue to change It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on and keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it I'm just bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it Speech don't failllll me now Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down [Chorus: Nate Dogg] (We) back on line (We) came to ride (We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply (We) stay on the grind (Until) we die And back for mo', cause we can't get enough [Xzibit] Above the rest, accept no less Go ahead, check the game, be my guest Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest Win time after time 'til there ain't none left Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt everybody and anybody who come to my party like they ready to get roudy and touch somebody Who's that nigga y'all came to see? "X!" Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!" What's next, collect respect like paychecks Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex What do you believe in? I believe in seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance Here for redemption - been around forever Y'all cats were just too blind to listen [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] It ain't my fault.. we keep droppin hits And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin yo' bitch It ain't shit changed.. we gon' bang like this And I'm drinkin this fifth, we still don't take no shit [Xzibit] I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain't worth six cents I'm sick with my sixth sense Whattup Doc? I'm gettin down to business Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the next man, it's the X Man rollin Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin Make mine +Golden+, permanent +State+ issue Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu Long range missile, if we got issues I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you I'ma keep swingin 'til the medics come get you We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through Peep the design from the mastermind Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time! [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from Xzibit - Multiply [single] (2002)
[Xzibit]
I've beeeeen this way and I can't stop (ah) Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no) Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch (no) It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got-ta Get it Crip while the gettin is good before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood I don't need that, I don't believe that E'rybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game Nah!! I'ma evolve continue to change It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on and keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it I'm just bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it Speech don't failllll me now Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down [Chorus: Nate Dogg] (We) back on line (We) came to ride (We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply (We) stay on the grind (Until) we die And back for mo', cause we can't get enough [Xzibit] Above the rest, accept no less Go ahead, check the game, be my guest Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest Win time after time 'til there ain't none left Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt everybody and anybody who come to my party like they ready to get roudy and touch somebody Who's that nigga y'all came to see? "X!" Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!" What's next, collect respect like paychecks Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex What do you believe in? I believe in seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance Here for redemption - been around forever Y'all cats were just too blind to listen [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] It ain't my fault.. we keep droppin hits And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin yo' bitch It ain't shit changed.. we gon' bang like this And I'm drinkin this fifth, we still don't take no shit [Xzibit] I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain't worth six cents I'm sick with my sixth sense Whattup Doc? I'm gettin down to business Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the next man, it's the X Man rollin Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin Make mine +Golden+, permanent +State+ issue Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu Long range missile, if we got issues I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you I'ma keep swingin 'til the medics come get you We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through Peep the design from the mastermind Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time! [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from Xzibit - Multiply [single] (2002)
[Xzibit]
I've beeeeen this way and I can't stop (ah) Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no) Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch (no) It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got-ta Get it Crip while the gettin is good before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood I don't need that, I don't believe that E'rybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game Nah!! I'ma evolve continue to change It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on and keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it I'm just bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it Speech don't failllll me now Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down [Chorus: Nate Dogg] (We) back on line (We) came to ride (We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply (We) stay on the grind (Until) we die And back for mo', cause we can't get enough [Xzibit] Above the rest, accept no less Go ahead, check the game, be my guest Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest Win time after time 'til there ain't none left Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt everybody and anybody who come to my party like they ready to get roudy and touch somebody Who's that nigga y'all came to see? "X!" Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!" What's next, collect respect like paychecks Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex What do you believe in? I believe in seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance Here for redemption - been around forever Y'all cats were just too blind to listen [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] It ain't my fault.. we keep droppin hits And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin yo' bitch It ain't shit changed.. we gon' bang like this And I'm drinkin this fifth, we still don't take no shit [Xzibit] I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain't worth six cents I'm sick with my sixth sense Whattup Doc? I'm gettin down to business Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the next man, it's the X Man rollin Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin Make mine +Golden+, permanent +State+ issue Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu Long range missile, if we got issues I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you I'ma keep swingin 'til the medics come get you We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through Peep the design from the mastermind Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time! [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Clean Version] (2002)
[Xzibit]
Where Rock at? Rock here yet? It's all good [Verse 1] I done came too far, can't turn back now Pull it out, get it up, can't put shit down Best believe to achieve gotta struggle to get it but peep it It's like you got a body somebody just to keep it Ain't no secret how the west coast do it Stick a fork in it, done deal disputed (yeah) Holdin two black aces for the smilin faces It's a chess game nigga, better count ya spaces We gon find the weakest link, fuck what you niggaz think Pump gon repeat and grind y'all to mincemeat I can't retreat, refusin to lose (yeah) Walk one day in the X man's shoes [Chorus] Make shit happen, stomp and smashin' On and crackin, who want action Pistol packin, fuck relaxin' Hit u where it hurts Make you feel it, can't conceal it If it breaths then I can kill it Come and get it, custom-fitted Hit u where it hurts [Verse 2] I might as well buy a suit right now Put money on my books downtown to get ready for trial Look, ya only gotta tell me once Better wake up and smell these blunts What's really behind the front Ain't no parts about me punk We can thump, don't get too close Because you might get slump kicked Front page material, I serial kill shit Only that real shit, we can scrap or slap clips My tactics range from Attila the Hun To Genghis Kahn to the rice fields of Vietnam Atom bomb my name tag across the sky Eye for an eye, somebody got to die now [Chorus] [Verse 3] The points that I make be hollow X a hard act to follow Disappear in front of your eyes, besides I switch up rides at least five times Dangerous minds, |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Clean Version] (2002)
Yeah! AOWWW, AOWWW!
C'mon! Yeah, yeahhh (yeah) yeahhh, yeahhh M.O.P.! Uhh (X to the Z) Yeah baby, that's right, you know how we do it One time, X, where you at my nigga? FIYAHHHH!!!! [Xzibit] I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space I got y'all, runnin in place, cut to the heart of the subject (MASH OUT NIGGAZ!) Straight from the gutter you love it Ain't nothin above it, we stomp y'all religiously Watchin paper thugs tryin to hide behind the industry From here to infinity, love thy enemy Niggaz got the knowledge but don't know the chemistry All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps with baseball bats ('TIL FAME HIT YOU WITH THE MINI-MAC) Full body black fatigues, lungs black from weed In black limo tinted SUV's with Bill [Billy Danze] STILL (still) WORLD (world) FAMOUS The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain we're heartless and painless, it's dangerous to strangers that try to change us, knowin we're anxious to flame 'em [Chorus 2X: Xzibit + M.O.P.] [X] Huh, you want problems I'ma bring 'em to you [B] We cockin them thangs [X] Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you [B] We ready to bang [X] Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you? [B] Watch where you aim [F] Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga [Billy Danze] You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D. From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. (IT'S) M.O.P., and X to the Z is a friend of our family (YEAH MY NIGGA) For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players I rub you under your face with single-edged razors Cold street INTELLIGENCE, O.G.'s and REBEL MEN Grip quick, cock squeeze and LEVEL MEN to SETTLE IT (From L.A. to) B.K., from B.K. to (L.A.) Persistant and insistant on doin it our way Do you really wanna fuck with Danze? (c'mon) When he comin with them thugs in the van Double clutch in his hands, my nigga [Lil' Fame] Make the world flame! Face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster Y'all niggaz akin to God and gangsters (YOU SEE IT!) It's the M dot, to the O dot, to the P With X to the Z hot, what's happenin? [Chorus] [Interlude 2X: Xzibit] Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it Look alive, these streets is complicated [Lil' Fame] AOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! You got problems with us? Start poppin I get in yo' chest like anthrax, vaccine couldn't stop it Let's move on 'em (aoww) must move on 'em Rush in, gun-bustin, black seven plus tools on 'em Never snooze on 'em, I'm short, haven't got room for 'em I send you to God with no shoes CLUELESS! Real G's run this, we rule this If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, let's do this (YES SIR!) No question, no half-steppin Streets is my profession, heat in my posession Hollow-tips is the answer; look around you see the signs say "NO SMOKIN" but our guns got cancer! [Xzibit] Yeah cause I'm not (I'm not) what you thought I was Like my career was gon' fade like a fuckin buzz Raise the stakes high, I solidify the grip that I keep on shit, GET OFF MY DICK! [Chorus] {*random ad libs to fade*} |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Clean Version] (2002)
[Xzibit]
Last but not least we off the leash The Art of War reach for your masterpiece Feel the release from the phantom bangs you Snatched off put you in a frame and hang you Comin at you niggas from a different angle Arch Angel choke hold and strangled Kay Slay the game turn the tables Get cables, I'm Kane you Abel Start bullshit, conflicts, labels Man handled, murder, mangled Life support cut short we hold court In the street make a nigga sleep six feet deep Fuck piece bare back doggystyle Cement ya feet and hold ya down Throw you off the bridge and watch you drown Last one to laugh its over now [Hook] We'll trade ya six and pancake ya loan Break ya bitch and take ya doe Shake ya Crys and take it whoa Layin down the whole dance floor (Break yourself right now) Open bar free drinks this way Walkin the West, possin the South Coke can put these in ya mouth Hands up jack the whole crowd (Break yourself right now) [Xzibit] Break crash from ya ass so don't rush to bust Bitches die, cry, and lust for us Damn it feel good to be platinum plus Don't fuck wit us cuzz we dangerous Hold fans like fiends on Angel Dust Clean get aways I get out the cuffs Coast like a sailor you fuckin fucks I done hand it hard to keep in touch Don't pop the Crys I pop the clutch Pop one to ya mouth cuzz you talk too much Way in over ya head you get played Left holdin the bag like John Forte Built for this all work no play here to stay The rest get blown away Built for this all work no play here to stay The rest get blown away C'mon [Hook] [Xzibit] Neva seen heard felt befo Wanna rumble wit us just start the show Fill up the chamber let me go Out of town before the shells hit the floor Duck tape ski mask professional Fuck y'all, y'all homosexual Hangin on my dick like testicle Pop you disappear, "Where did he go?" Pop up some where in Mexico Rotate relate respect the flow Hospital bed you vegetable Can't walk can't talk lettin you know We hit the hardest ask ya ho, at my show Seen her in the front row To the back stage in there she blow There she blew Then send her back to you (hello) [Hook] - 3X |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Clean Version] (2002)
Yeah!!! AOWWWW, AOWWWW!
[Chorus: repeat 2X] Sometimes I'm my own worst ENEMY With friends like y'all, the fuck needs ENEMIES? I beat, I stab, I kill my ENEMIES Refuse to let you waste my ENERGY [Xzibit] I heard they callin me a immigrant; well this motherfuckin immigrant came to yo' city and started runnin shit X is like the government, taxin that ass Been harassed to the point that I'm ready to blast And spend the rest of my life behind metal and glass Never seen a nigga move so fast, cut you in half Sick of all these threats, these bitches with no action Hog-tie, watch you die and start laughin And no longer will I sit back and let you disrespect the fact that we elevated West coast rap And bring shit back to the point "X" is all that they checkin for In the clubs, the streets, the shows and the record stores What more can you ask for, eat your heart out Fall out with bitch niggaz constantly callin my name out I'm really not givin a fuck, you're pressin your luck I'm a walkin warhead ready to self-destruct, so WHAT?! [Chorus] [Xzibit] My name feel like a slap in the face My name feel like a gat in yo' waist My name is all over the place Erasin all misconceptions I live my whole life with aggression bitch; and I'm not stressin Your words ain't workin I feel so much pressure Padlock, chain around, neck no lesser Sick of niggaz runnin they mouth It don't take much to get knocked out, round these parts when I start Shit full clips get emptied, revenge WE move like the Secret Service, I ain't nervous I just wanna tell the truth.. the whole truth When I'm on the stand explainin how I had to shoot Absolute domination, extreme mutilation No hesitation, I'm a movin violation So don't get hit in the street Used to have friends and family, now I got nothin but beef WHAT THE FUCK?!?! [Chorus] [Xzibit] So-and-so hate me, blah-blah gon' get me If I gotta go, y'all niggaz comin wit me I'ma walk like a soldier, talk like a soldier Cinderblock stock, shootin straight from the shoulder Just too much shit in the air Burn bridges you could never repair I slap box with a bear I can speak from experience, you speak from ignorance I remove you, have your whole family feelin it Y'all hate the fact that X-Man got hustle "Man vs Machine," mind vs. muscle I drop concoctions, you leave me no options Have your bitch screamin out, "SOMEBODY STOP HIM!!" No more Mr. Nice Guy, I'm a tyrant L.A.'s finest, Open Bar behind us Don't look hard, it ain't too hard to find us From here to infinity, FUCK MY ENEMIES! [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Clean Version] (2002)
Ah, I don't wanna hear shit
Get off ya motherfucking ass It's right now, right now, right here And we bringing it to you live, COME ON! Golden state, what... come on, what bitch New Shit! Ha, come on, yeah Ras Kass blaze that shit up Xzibit, break it down slam it, jelly roll [Ras Kass] Show me a bitch and I'm a slay her like Sarah Michelle Gell-ie Rap star, trash tellies blow up my sprint celly Dare me, I tongue Halle Berry's belly Show her a monster's ball, fuck it you tell me Platinum, heavy 22 inch perrelli's Jelly, it gets so ugly it gets scary Haters act like under-age hoes so what's really- Can't fuck wit y'all, paging R.Kelly (ooooohhh) Oh, if the shoe fits buy a matching shirt Ya nothing take ya face and attach dirt Catch me and my niggas wit strick-9 Strictly constrict 9 triggas disfigure ya figure Our figgas got bigger, niggas the same Menace to society and y'all done made me Kane Can't extort us faggot, you bust we bust In God we trust but we paying at dusk, biatch! [chorus] Don't you think this shit is for fun (NO!) Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!) Look at all the shit that you started (yeah) You bring heat but we bring it harder (sing!) La la la la la la la la (Ha!) La la la la la la la la (Sing!) La la la la la la la la (yes) La la la la la la la la (come on) [Saafir] Yella, yizzel, shaft shizza-lean Fuck what y'all talking about, this shit clean That's why we filthy rich behind the scenes Game spitters with helmets and shoulder pads on the hitters Bullshit so far what this game sent We here to burn it down open bar entertainment Taking the work clipping the clientele on raw Lactose intolerant but I still sell Game enough to mash on the coach like Sprewell Don't salt there hoes flows ain't got that sea smell Overstand under surveillance, Ben Savage- Can't come to the town terrorizing we been Laden Been beat heavyweight beefs and went passage Back to the blockmates and it's safe to unlock cakes King sizzel makin' bank, shake the spizzle, We don't make it drizzle we rain in the G-state [chorus] Don't you think this shit is for fun (NO!) Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!) Look at all the shit that you started (come one) You bring heat but we bring it harder (now sing!) La la la la la la la la (Sing!) La la la la la la la la (Yeah!) La la la la la la la la (Sing It!) La la la la la la la la (yeah) [Xzibit] Feel the adrenaline, feel the rush The effects of the compound the ammo dump Doc Dre don't fuck with punks We all thump like Maximus, stop fucking with us Take a ride inside the home of hands-on hip-hop Speak what you believe and hope you don't get shot for it Ghetto poets, show it if you got one A hot one, with ass and rap like a shotgun I can write to the sound of the sunset Smith & Wesson, I use words as a weapon Gun sling my dreams I rain supreme And fiend for the next challenge, knocking you off balance Look, I been through the worst, avoided the hearst (Survived!) Starving to death and dying of thirst (alive!) Here in the flesh, elope with the profoc- The answer, the solution, the remedy, the anecdote [chorus] Don't you think this shit is for fun (NO!) Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!) Look at all the shit that you started (yeah) You bring heat but we bring it harder (Now sing!) La la la la la la la la (yes) La la la la la la la la (Sing!) La la la la la la la la (Ha) La la la la la la la la (come on) (X2) Bounce... Bounce... Bounce... Yeah... Golden State |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Clean Version] (2002)
[Xzibit]
Ain't a damn thing promised to ya Except livin your life, and dyin one day, I'm just bein honest to ya It take a whole lot, just to get a little Gettin caught up in the middle the answer to life's riddles never, come that easy, but it was easy to lead me, but it wasn't easy to see me Get up off the block to the TV And sell a couple million CD's, best believe me You see these callouses on my soul? Couldn't let hate and paralysis, take control I pick you up when you down 'til I can't no mo' My name sting in your mouth like canker sores Been at war my whole life, sleepless nights Endless fights, but still can't walk to the light Cause my work ain't finished on earth, for what it's worth From the cradle to the hearse, God and family first, for real [Chorus: singer] Somewhere in the heart of man (somewhere, within, somewhere) There comes a time when he must understand (when he must understand) The strong withstand, the weak will fall {*repeat*} Cause tomorrow may not come at all {*repeat*} [Xzibit] Life ain't long, it's more like a snapshot You can have the top, I live for the hop Never take a day I'm breathin on this planet for granted Time for change, time for growth, peace understandin See but niggaz keep forcin my hand, disturbin my plans Bringin out the soldier in a peaceful man It's like tryin to build a house on sand; you never get a solid foundation, one man can change the nation Yo I put that on all creation; Haitian, Jamaican African, Asian, Caucausian, Indian Whatever your persuasion, this is the message Time is of essence especially when you're countin your blessings Lessons learned from the deepest of pain, it's not a game Keep my name outta your mouth and I'ma keep it the same, ya dig? It's a shame, graduated to the rap game Only to find out crack and rap was the same thang, damn!! [Chorus] [Xzibit] Who got skill? Who got hustle? Who got they family with 'em? Who pay for they muscle? Yo it's all gon' come out in the wash, the lost angel with dirty wings, bullets ricochet off my halo I lay low for no one, I love my life Ain't afraid of no hard work and sacrifice Was born twice through the life of my seed Makin sure he see a side of life, I was never able to see Hittin home like "Ground Zero," move over now Peace to the real heroes, still underground I put it down for the homies that came that's hard in the paint I'm livin proof it's never to late, you straight Once in a while I go back to the main strip And see the same niggaz still doin the same shit And all I can do is increase the flow Put it out, let it soak in, and hope they grow, c'mon [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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