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Yeah, today the big day (Xzibit) Been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones One more day and I'm a free man walkin Leavin from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the state And ever since they took the weights Wasn't much for a nigga to do but start thinkin Wishin I was back home drinkin every weekend Remember like it's yesterday, eight-teen and ? I can't remember the letters I just wrote a lot of them Goin for a ride that I cannot stop Set up shop in Cochran, connect the dots And for those that don't know, thats the Pen-East to Fresno Northeast to Baskersfield, fuck "Let's Make a Deal" Livin around niggaz who kill, right along with the niggaz who will At the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that Niggaz givin up the manhood they can't get back It's a sick university, murder the cirriculum Concrete campuses, I miss Los Angeles More than that I'm missin my kids Missin my turf, missin my bitch, what could be worse? Shouldn't have asked that, called the bitch collect (It's Xzibit) Some nigga picked up, wanted to break her neck When kites slide up under your door, you slide them back Cause when you pick em up and read em that's where you're at And if you ain't rollin with that then watch your back Level four right away, gettin hit the same day Playin the price for the games you play Never realize how precious time is til you give it away Can't remember what a t-bone taste like I stayed awake nights listening to the sounds of prison life Motherfuckers cryin, shanks gettin sharpened Tacs gettin taced up, plottin and talkin Sellin everything from weed to blow When it's time for you to go you're the last to know niggaz holdin weight, essays got the power Locked down, one shower every seventy-two hours ? tuna, trigger happy sharpshooters Waitin for the jump off, can't wait to thump off Had to smash a nigga readin my shit Tryin to intercept my outside and write my bitch I seen niggaz sleep for weeks, get too weak And then physically and mentally cannot compete Find new shit to master, make the time move faster Home sweet home, shipped off to Land Caster Kept a low pro, close to home and I'm trippin Time to catch up with all the shit that I been missin Everybody runnin they mouth, pussy to count Cause bitches in Cali love niggaz thats freshed out But some of these niggaz on swipe Gettin out with the virus caught from the nigga he liked Fuck that, when I touch back I got plans If I can't rock the powder, rock the fans Give my naked pictures away, shake some hands Hope I never seen none of you motherfuckers again On all times take the long walk to the front gate Dress out expandin shit, today my release date (Talking) [X] Alright my niggaz, I'm gone, see you in an ounce dog, woo! [G] What's up nigga [X] Yeah, what's up nigga [G] Hey get in the car, my nigga, sup X? Here goes ya motherfuckin chain nigga Lucky I didn't pawn that motherfucker [X] Ha, yeah right Check it out dog, everybody know that you just got out That shit was all on the radio But dig it I got two strippin bitches just flew in from motherfuckin Las Vegas ready to get down and dirty, I got a pound of weed, got on the Hennessy Everybody at the club waitin, what you wanna do? [X] Take me to the motherfuckin studio |
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[Xzibit] Time to snap out of it, welcome to the real world My life like a Hitchcock flick, stick to the script If she can't stick to the script, stick to this dick How she actin off of the fifth? Ridiculous shit We don't need conversation, just crowd participation If you here on vacation we got, rules and regulations Seperate myself from y'all, segregation Tryin to stop Xzibit and Dre? Humiliation Pure elevation, got me some inspiration Two bitches in bubble baths, a beautiful invitation Got a live occupation, live for the moment I'm faced with an altercation manhandlin my opponents I got eyes in the back of my head I never sleep so they bloodshot red Yo we so far ahead of our time If we can stop life and press rewind You still wouldn't catch up 'til 2K and a dime, so turn it up [Chorus - female and male singers] [F] Turn it up! [M] Turn it up [F] This is it! [M] This is it [F] We the shit [M] We the shiiiiiiiiiit [F] Get with it! [F] Give a fuck [M] Give a fuck [F] Who you wit [M] Who you wit [F] Turn it up! [M] Turn it uppppppppppp [F] Get with it! [Dr. Dre] Truthfully speakin, it's lonely up here all by myself So I had to come down and pass around some help From N.W.A to whatever's next Make sure it says ANDRE YOUNG in bold letters on big checks Your shit ain't sellin? Fuck it, get Dr. Dre on it You got a budget? I'll get down, give me half of it One session, one song, I'm gone The first week, you hit the streets, a star is born to add to my universe - let me show you who can invade who nigga, and who can do who the worst Warning from the Surgeon General Watch out for fake hits and bullshit that sounds identical Pick it up, read the credits, who you thought it was? Twenty years in the game, with a constant buzz Pick a year, any year, see how hot I was Same shit today, and still don't give a fuck! [Chorus] [Chorus 2] [M] Stay.. in your place [X] Stay in your place nigga [M] You can't face, what we bringin [X] What we bring to the game, playa [M] Bounce like this [X] Bounce [F] Bounce like this [M] Blaze your shit [F] Blaze your shit [M] And get high for meeeeeeee [Xzibit] Let me give y'all niggaz somethin to hold This product not to be sold Know you can't cook it over a stove You can flip it and come back with a mitt Don't make me reach through your limo tint I just want my twenty percent This is dedicated to the people that spoke too soon I think I'll stop shootin you niggaz and shoot for the moon Motherfuckers turn respect on and off like a light switch I'll never be seen, like Farrakhan fuckin a white bitch Jump I won't flinch, dump I don't miss X holdin this, I'm never losin faith or focus So say what you gotta say, every day a holiday We don't blow the roof, we blow the whole fuckin spot away {*BOOM*} Organize permission like, organized crime Organized minds, organize they nickels and dimes Organized vocab be organizing my rhymes Organizing my business and organizing my time, so turn it up [Chorus] |
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[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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[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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| 4:08 |
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[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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| 4:10 |
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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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Operator: Check unheard messages: press 1,1. First message: Paul: Humph X its Paul. Uh, listen, the manager of the 'Crazy Horse' just called me and I didn't even know where the fuck you are. Iguess your in Vegas, but apperantly you left the club two nights ago with ten plus girls, and nobodys heard from you, nobodys heard from the girls. So, if you get around to it and you think maby its a good idea, how 'bout you give me a call. Let me know what the fuck is goin on. Thanks. Operator: End of message. |
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| 3:28 |
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Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Cinnamon with a taste of honey it ain't funny When she walk in the room I can't help actin a fool I know what she like she act right She act like she ain't gon survive the night without my dick all up in her ass so quick so fast I see her twin towers and I'm ready to crash Walk around naked witcha beautiful ass Who the fuck taught ya how to move that fast It took time to perfect the stroke by any note Maybe we really don't need to drink and smoke And just try a new position perfect your dick kissin Bang on your G spot til your voice is missin I don't want to love you I just want to fuck you You should bring your friends through I'll fuck you and them too I don't want to love you I just want to fuck you You should bring your friends through I'll fuck you and them too Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair I work hard when I'm breakin your back my li nyphomaniac Suck it swallow it down the hatch It ain't a game when she givin me brain she doin her thang I'm up all night but I never complain I don't waste no time with makeup lines I just look in her eyes and read the signs A lot of dudes wanna pul l on her arm Cause her ass and titties light up a room like a major city Just look how she fit in them jeans it ain't fair She get off too quick when I pull on her hair I'm the only nigga that can take you there I ain't the only one fuckin and I don't care She come through with a couple of friends a couple bottles of gin And then that's where the party begins And I'm the only nigga that's around for blocks Baby get on top and don't you stop I don't want to love you I just want to fuck you You should bring your friends through I'll fuck you and them too I don't want to love you I just want to fuck you You should bring your friends through I'll fuck you and them too Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair I know you love the way I'm diggin it out I know it's hard to talk with all this dick in your mouth Menage a trois for moi let's figure this out I drink your Hennesey fifth let's work the shit out She don't gotta cheat cause it's a waste of her time She'll never find another dick that's bigger than mine Hands and knees side by side I hit from behind Flip it up givin a fuck we fuck all night Bottom line when I straighten your spine I'm gon find spots that ain't been hit and blow your mind Get in line bitches stay on the grind cause I'm on mines Redecorate your hips and lips and thighs Ain't surprised you can be so pretty and be so nasty Ass in the air like a pass to Grassi It's a thin line between hoes and women And close my dick with a hat and change the linen I don't want to love you I just want to fuck you You should bring your friends through I'll fuck you and them too I don't want to love you I just want to fuck you You should bring your friends through I'll fuck you and them too Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair |
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| 4:17 |
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[Xzibit (Snoop)] Out of a crowd, picking em out (and what?) Digging em out to kicking em out (and what?) Surviving the game is what it's about (and what?) I'm running this bitch, you running your mouth (then what?) If I keep dropping heat this hard (what?) The fucking devil gonna be out of a jar (and what?) Rakim conversation with God (what?) I'm so hard with a quad in the prison yard Magic Johnson need to run for mayor Lil Kim sold me some pussy, but I aint pay her You can, hate me now or hate me later I'm a instigator, (what?) a instigator It's the, MVPs and SUVs We don't, take no shit, take yo shit Leave a, hole in ya face size on Grand Canyon Head between ya knees, prepare for crash landing Hand 'em out is not my style You done, fucked up now but dont look down We too, high up fo yo bricks to get to See the skid marks from the shit I've been through How that sound?, smack me around Like the national death, nah it's not goin down Speak ya mind but watch yo mouth You big sis but no dollars, so that dont count (nigga!) [Hook 1 - Xzibit (Dr Dre)] Who wanna get involved with us? Break down bitches, ball with us Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us No matter how you bust, you aint hard as us It's not, what you say, but how you spit it It's not, what you got, but how you get it Come on, Golden State done finally did it (What made y'all think y'all could fuck wit Xzibit?) [Hook 2 - Snoop Dogg x2] Lights, camera, action, show-time We bust shit back in no time Yo kind cant fuck with my kind You must be losin' yo mind [Xzibit] Lift off a mark, inhale exhaust Can never come off soft, I cover the cost Get lost in the sauce and the city niggas believe me Pimping aint easy, fat meat be greasy Hoes cant walk right, pigs never fly straight What that West like, we rise like the birth rate First taste of the future, we all hands on Amputating Satan's last legs to stand on Head strong re-match, dollar for dollar, bullet for bullet Niggas dont want it, then dont pull it Dont shoot it, mind polluted, deeply rooted Cock back, ready to rock, time to do it [Hook 1 - Xzibit (Dr Dre)] Who wanna get involved with us? Break down bitches, ball with us Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us No matter how you bust, you aint hard as us It's not, what you say, but how you spit it It's not, what you got, but how you get it Come on, Golden State done finally did it (What made y'all think y'all could fuck with Xzibit?) [Xzibit (Snoop)] Back for more, watch me score (with what?) With any whore that wanna explore (with what?) The ups the downs, the ins the outs (then what?) Kicking that ass, dick in your mouth (so what?) Piss on ya chest, and put it on tape (now what?) Have all these bitches calling it rape (and what?) Slicker than that, so pump your brakes (and what?) Indite it, fight it, settle the case (w-w-w-w-what?) [Hook 1 - Xzibit (Dr Dre)] Who wanna get involved with us? Break down bitches,ball with us Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us No matter how you bust, you aint hard as us It's not, what you say, but how you spit it It's not, what you got, but how you get it Come on, Golden State done finally did it (What made y'all think y'all could fuck with Xzibit?) [Hook 2 - Snoop Dogg x2] Lights camera action, show-time We bust shit back in no time Yo kind cant fuck with my kind You must be losin' yo mind |
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| 4:58 |
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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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| 4:32 |
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This ain't beef man I don't know what the fuck to call it But no beef Whattup X? I float like big spirit in this bitch I'm ghostly Rush me, cause you ain't gonna live to roast me I'd have my motherfuckin ass kicked by Moby if I let some bitch in the Can like 'Bis cop over me to do war, and try to bring my crew back down I'll never stoop, to that level, to do that now I got a new cat, this time I'm pullin two gats out With bullets, I finally got somethin to shoot at now [Xzibit] Let's see who got they city on lock Let's see who got the better aim with the glock Let's see who come out on top Let's see who REALLY want they name in the streets Let's see who wanna die the same time as me and make ends meet Now was I, blessed with a gift, or cursed with a curse? I follow, hearse after hearse, with verse after verse And I'll be damned if I let Billy dance Dupri Or anybody swing an axe at my family tree, so now [Chorus: Nate Dogg] I love it when you niggaz be talkin, sayin my name Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it ain't the same Better have a strap my nigga, simple and plain Put your nuts on the table, my nigga let's play the game Heard you so long, you be up to get the pain I don't wanna hear what you meant, do not explain Right before you lay in your coffin, hoe say my name [Xzibit] Why do you hate me? (Hate me) I came from nothin Blood sweat and tears, you did not create me How can you doubt me? (Doubt me) You don't know shit about me There'd be no West coast without me Cut with the bullshit (Bullshit) I struggle for survival And now you tryin to act like my rival? Watch what you say partner, it's a small earth Don't play games with your life nigga, it's not worth all the pain (all the pain) all the agony (all the agony) All the horror (all the horrow) all the tragedy (all the tragedy) Put your hands up people, it's time to fight now I beat holes in your chest, remain hostile Threaten my life? (C'mon!) One day you'll understand They say that pride is the sign of a foolish man So who the FUCK?! (Who the FUCK?!) you think you talkin to Live and direct in the flesh, I'm right in FRONT OF YOU! [Chorus] [Eminem] I never really smashed on Jermaine's ass, Dre smashed him Nobody ganged up 'til he came back and jacked him I never really brought it to his ass, I tapped him I coulda been like Treach, boom-bapped and slapped him purple, for mimickin him with two rappin Urkels I coulda snapped, took it past rap and hurt you But I didn't, I kept it on wax and served you I "Square Dance" cause I'm sick of rappin circles around these clowns, stready tryin to call me out It's like I'm listenin to motherfuckin dogs meow You'd probably do better tryin to come and stomp me out You don't want it with rap, this is what I'm all about - c'mon (I) No gangsta you ain't either (Will) But I know that I spit "Ether" (Not) I shoulda crossed your belly (Lose) Show you I'm not R. Kelly X, pass me the weed, I'ma put my ashes out on his ass For the last time man.. {*scratched* - "Watch your fuckin mouth"} [Chorus] [Eminem] For the last time man, I'm through |
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[Xzibit] Yeah.. welcome.. yeah.. huh.. there's plenty of room for everybody man.. yeah.. bangin.. come on.. yeah.. look.. [Xzibit] Huh, Stay in my lane like a hustla Never hate a motherfucker,tolerate a motherfucker To a certain extent When it's on, it's over Don't get no chance to get popping Forgotten about you before your body cold in a coffin Just another failed attempt, you fall through the cracks Sure as God made man, the first man was Black The Black man made pyramids and gangsta rap That's all I know, cuz poppa didn't raise no rats Face the facts not the fiction I Build my empire from a pocket full of stones And a fifth of ambition Niggas wanna ball but they never wanna listen so instead of coming up, they just, come up missin My mission is to hit with precision, shake whole continents Crush niggas' confidence, expose my dominance Without no conflict, you'll never have progress I'm sending this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects, I'm a [Chorus - A.H. singing (Xzibit)] One shot gambler (Yeah) Two shot gambler (Come on) Three-time felon with that itch for dough These madd street (Whuttup) Got me puffin on dro' I'm guilty (What) Tryna make a living (Work it) Thirty-eight albums and still no dollars (Come on) And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'? (Yeah) These madd street (Uh) Got me puffin on dro' (Uh) I'm guilty .. For tryna make a living [Xzibit] Bitch I ain't tryna holler at you (nah) I'm just wanna drink, smoke, fuck and toss a couple dollars at you I'm fightin dirty, I'll take thirty of you motherfuckers I'm throwing cheapshots, low-blows and suckerpunches I'm not for the games, I'm not in the mood Not to be confused with dudes that fumble and lose Xzibit move when I hear oppurtunity knockin But I'ma shoot straight through the door if you comin with problems It's too crowded at the bottom, too lonely at the top Ain't no inbetween, trust me, like it or not We gon' be here forever like cops and roaches Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters, nigga [Interlude - A.H. (X)] I'ma have to hit the block, then around to my hoes I got a haze, two trays, and a change of clothes, cuz Pimpin' ain't easy y'all,it's too sleazy Too greasy, and I can't take it easy! [Chorus] [Xzibit] Everytime I try to get out I get dragged right the fuck back in, it's like I'm never gon' win Nigga got the whole world on his back Overeact, matter fact we act like when animals attack I know, pussy sells faster than crack, ambassador rap Twist back your salary cap, who fuckin with that? Welcome to the X games, enjoy my pain Inhale my smoke, it's hard not to cough or choke Motorola nigga up the old fashion way This ain't rap, this is shit that I was born to say Though lately I been having dillemas, with insignificant niggas And half-ass rappers that think they can get it We the Golden State, we keep the whole thing bouncing Y'all move units, we move mountains Y'all rap for bullshit, tryna be on T.V. We seen you, now we don't like Chandra Levy, I'ma [Chorus] |
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[Intro] This for you (uh) there ain't one day that go by where I don't think about you (yeah) This for my mother, Rest In Peace (uh) To you and yours (yeah) Ride with me (uh) Come on [Verse 1] I know you watching me, guiding me I know from up there it's like you watching 'Menace to Society' Listen you was thirty-two I was only nine But I've learned so much with so little time Now I'm surrounded by the best of my kind We put it all together, couldn't waist your pearls on Swine ma You taught me better You can't protect me or expect me to not struggle n fight Cause see death is a part of life What I wouldn't give for 1 more day wit you One last embrace n face to face wit you Explain everything that made me what I am a grown man From the ground up with my own hands Will I forget you? Neva Down right angry sometimes that we ain't here together You can feel your roots and see how strong we are Who would've thought we could get this far, damn I miss you [Chorus: Andre Wilson] Even though I know it's been tough I can't stress enough no matter what - mama I love you You've always been there by my side You've taught the wrong from the right - mama I love you [Verse 2] Yesterday was you fifty-ninth birthday Time flew missing you in the worst way I still feel the same pain since the first day You left through death on God's request I can't complain through the year's mama I've been stressed Through them bullets and the bad times I've been blessed For the times that I fail but I tried my best Able to do for my loved one's, real success Your the source of my strength I was blessed with your gifts Your insights, your wisdom, your penmanship Fun n games, I'm doing thangs, I know you wouldn't agree with What I drink, what I smoke, who I be with You made sure I got some love when there wasn't none Opened up my heart showed the world where I'm coming from Your little grandson is just like your little boy Mama what you built here no man can ever destroy, your bundle of joy I've been through so much I lose touch and sometimes I feel that life sucks My women try to get close I push here away She wanna talk I just sit there with nothing to say Feel me its all the pain I contain on the inside You in the right place but left me at the wrong time Use to cook, clean, and sing me to sleep Now I only go to bed with my heat, damn I miss you [Chorus] [Verse 3] The school of hard knocks where I learned life's lessons With not enough answers and too many questions When you had me you gave birth to a soldier Now I'm much older now the world much colder Our lives in the hands of politicians that don't care We ponds in the game biological warfare The family's so spread out n disconnected Trying to hold things together put my soul on records It's hard; you know your daughter had a baby too A beautiful baby girl just another little piece of you Another branch we can add to the family tree Responsibility bringing out the man in me You ain't a man if your not taking care of home Raise and protect my own, until they full-grown No matter how much these streets try to change me I'm never 'gon forget how you raised me I Love You, Forever. [Chorus] [Ad Libs] Yeah, all the mothers, all the daughters, yeah, come on Sun, Moon, Earth, yeah, this for you, uh, Damn, Damn I Miss You |
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Yeah, ha Ladies and gentlemen (Ha, Yeah) You got money and then bitches Power.. Ya had it, ya lost it Ya leased it, ya flossed it Business fell through now ya comin up off it He bought it, he rolled it He passed it, you smoked it Now ya fucked up off some weed mixed wit coke shit Ya love her, ya hate her Ya fucked her, ya raped her Twenty-five to life cuz ya can't control ya anger Its heavy, its deep Its solid, its weak Things people say about ya records in the streets (Check it) Be careful what ya wish for Ya fuck around and get it I did it got in it Spit it and didnt waste a minute So where my niggas at? What part of the game is that? I paid my dues now nobody tryin to pay me back And if they did i would probably have as much as shaq My life is the movie so listen to the soundtrack This what its all about You better stall me out And feel the aim of the name you niggas callin out [Chorus] If you feelin how im feelin And you ready and willin to come to the table I put it together who doin it better Come bounce with me (Come on) You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!) Take em out! If you movin how im movin And you chosen and proven So lose the illusion The top guns cue the confusion Come bounce with me (Come on!) You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!) Take em out! I'm tired, I'm hungry You're lazy, disgusting You're lay around my house and ya never do nothing I seen it, believed it Planned it, conceived it Missed me with the bullshit bitch I dont need it I cheated, you cheated We cheated, so beat it Eat it like a dick bitch you too conceited I broke it, replaced it I slammed it, I chased it Hands in the air if ya love gettin wasted baby! You never seen us before You betta come and get it You with it im with it I'm busy baby you fuckin with it Is it your place or mind Dont wanna waste your time And you can get it how you want it it'll blow ya mind Its over time Takin pride in the bump and grind A hit from behind to leave you with a broken spine This what its all about You better stall me out Its just the game of the name you bitches callin out [Chorus] Pop it, drink it Float it, sink it Plan to stop me then you better rethink it Drive it, use it Pimp it, abuse it Shit motherfuckers do to hip-hop music I live it, I die it I'm laughin, I'm cryin Pop two of these bitch, lets start flying I hear it, I taste it I touched it, I faced it Breakin down the bullshit back to the basics I had to kick in the door Thats how I had to get it I shitted with lyrics And getting better for fuckin credit Gettin gangsta with it The best that ever did it Hit it and quit it my nigga You shouldnt babysit it We need more emcees and less wannabes Three hundred and sixty degrees of reality Thats what its all about Kill em and haul em out Now feel the aim of the name you haters callin out [Chorus] |
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Lemme explain to ye why niggaz act like bitches See, cuz a bitch won't what? I ain't talking about a woman I ain't talking about a lady Or you motherfuckas listening to the album, like, |
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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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Yeah, keep that
Huh.. what a mess Yeah.. I see you (PRIMO!!) Yeah.. I was blessed with some clarity right? Uh-huh, hah.. I'ma sit back Tell you niggaz what I been lookin at, huh [Xzibit] Y'all niggaz is killin me You got Bloods and Crips in New York City, is anybody feelin me? I ain't concerned with who gon' shoot who I'm only concerned with music, and who break through FUCK YOU, for thinkin platinum is the ultimate goal These faggot niggaz gettin they money, but losin they soul I don't wanna hear shit from you niggaz with no background No backbones, you get no chance to back down Deal how we deal witcha, peons, no chips Changin whips out so they can look richer I see the big picture, startin in the kitchen with bricks and Pyrex pots, the widescreen edition Listen, I seen niggaz hit with so much time loc They have to die and come back three times to see them white folks Take notes, cause you will be tested Vested up, drunk as fuck, large caliber weapons I feel you.. rap niggaz, fuckin it up Monkey-mouthed muh'fuckers, spoilin the cut For real niggaz in the street, really hustlin weight See they networks and blueprints on hip-hop tapes Johnny Law catchin on, soakin up the game How you think they find the stash spots and follow the slang? STUPID Grown men playin cops and robbers Death for dollars, I'm too laid back to holla [Chorus 2X: *scratched by DJ Premier*] [X] What a mess.. "And Ruff up, the motherfuckin House" - GZA "Hope y'all niggaz hearin this right" "We.. we gon'.. we gon' gon' win" [Xzibit] Look at what we leavin behind We back at square one, ridin, with nuttin to ride fo' Dyin for nuttin worth dyin fo' The blind lead the blind with a blindfold, with "Eyes Wide Shut" Save mine up, cause nothin ever last forever Never nothin out of my reach, we blast whoever I can split a muh'fucker from his ass to his last thought Shit talk, then stomp through the asphault It's yo' fault we tow-truck for your outline In due time, you'll find, the world is mine So I listen to the rhetorhic, jealousy and the ignorance Can't stop me nigga, my mind too militant God blessed me with a chin And a heavy right-left combination that'll cave your face in So don't make me hurt you, patience is virtue They only got a few of us let, huh [Chorus] [Xzibit] Primo.. turn me up.. Now it's two-thousand-and-two; where kids do whatever the fuck they wanna do, huh, sad but true Wanna take another life like it's the thing to do Shit, we the biggest gang, flaggin red white and blue baby Designer drugs, pimps and thugs Can't shoot, innocent folks, hit with slugs One day it's gon' all make sense, 'til then use your brains and your strength it's your best defense, c'mon [Chorus] w/ variations [X] What a mess.. |
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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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