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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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[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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[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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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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(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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{*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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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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[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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[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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[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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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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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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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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