(W)e (A)re (R)eady lyrics - Xzibit, B-Real & Demrick
[Xzibit:]
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, only that real shit
Serial killer (Killer, killer, killer, killer)
Yeah
I am authentic, all in this
You all did it to yourselves, killin' all the infidels
I will fight you niggas tooth and nail
Drinkin' vodka out the Holy Grail, while you tuckin' your tail
Rock it up in the cells
I got money for lawyers, I would not go to jail
Big bank, Wall Street, way too important to fail
Egg whites, spinach, and kale replace my cellular cell structure
Motherfucker, any percentage of nothin' is nothin'
Brass knuckles, Warren Buffett, never cuffin', no discussions
(Man, get the fuck out my face)
Yeah, nigga, no discussions
Get to the gun, bust it, I get to the bag fast
You niggas is not touchin' X-to-the-Z
The power invested in me, I violate and defeat
Annihilate, compete, affiliated with streets
Open bar entertainment where everybody eats
[Demrick:]
Lemme tell you what the fuck is goin' on in America
One false move, gettin' shot up in your area
(Five men standing, five men fall
One suspect and no one found)
Lemme tell you what the fuck goin' on in America
Billions gettin' made off of fear and hysteria
(Five men standing, five men fall
One suspect and no one found)
[Demrick (Xzibit):]
I took a pledge like a Que Dog
Knock a bitch like a cue ball
Carry my weight like a U-Haul
(Serial Killers is the crew, y'all, nature of the threat)
(Daily threads, ass, cam, and booyah)
Rest in power to the godfather
Our Father in Heaven, forgive me, I'ma try harder
Bruce Willis, I'ma die harder, go farther
No, father never bothered
Bitches call me the real don dada
[B-Real:]
Welcome back like Carter
Life's harder, work smarter
I'm on a charter plane trip to Carta
Kickin' bitches in the hole, it's Sparta persona, non grata
Fucks, I'm givin' nada
Sippin' on a piña colada
Hear me on the track, trainspotter
Willy Wonka with the gold ticket to a stomp out
Real shot in the perif', and all the comp out
[Demrick:]
Lemme tell you what the fuck is goin' on in America
One false move, gettin' shot up in your area
(Five men standing, five men fall
One suspect and no one found)
Lemme tell you what the fuck goin' on in America
Billions gettin' made off of fear and hysteria
(Five men standing, five men fall
One suspect and no one found)
Get Away With It lyrics - Xzibit, B-Real, Demrick
[Xzibit:]
Oh man, what up Knots?
Yeah, uh-huh
VA, yeah, LA, uh-huh
[Xzibit (Demrick):]
"Isn't life grand?" isn't quite what you thinkin'
When you got one in your hands
I've evolved and advanced
Used to make that pussy dance with a pistol in my pants
You can ask the homie Lance in Vegas
Make your players hit the tables for 50 bands
Yeah, I'ma do it while I can
I'ma build a lowrider, then fly it to Japan
Yeah, a whole different man, new outlook on livin'
Clicks, likes are given, but
(I've seen your IG, homie, that's not how you're livin')
With your prison cell phone, your phone got you sent to prison
Thankful for what I'm given and want not what I don't got
Yeah, I know seein' me makin' it was a longshot
Now go and get your fuckin' shine box
Ripley, Alien, blow you out the airlock
[Xzibit (B-Real):]
Oh, you think you got the upper hand? (Upper hand)
On my mama, got another plan (Yeah)
Cypress taught you how to kill a man (Kill a man)
But I'ma show you how to get away with it (With it)
With it, with it, get away with it
With it, with it, get away with it
With it, with it, get away with it
With it, show you how to get away
[Demrick (Xzibit):]
Dead on arrival, flatline the vitals
This the payback, don't get your name scratched like a vinyl
White like albino, drunker than a wino
I came up from the shadows down a road less traveled
Niggas slip like gravel and get dropped like a gavel
(My city where they trip off the colors of your flannel)
Life's a gamble, gotta lead by example
(I see niggas in shambles put in the can like Campbell's)
Demrick young drop like a anvil
Drop the money off like BM, smokin' on the Camel
Haters just replenishin' my ammo
I should've been a Soprano, in tune like pianos
[Xzibit (B-Real):]
Oh, you think you got the upper hand? (Upper hand)
On my mama, got another plan (Yeah)
Cypress taught you how to kill a man (Kill a man)
But I'ma show you how to get away with it (With it)
With it, with it, get away with it
With it, with it, get away with it
With it, with it, get away with it
With it, show you how to get away
[B-Real:]
On with the illest ever, yeah we the realest ever
Whether you ever admit it, we severed the head off a fuckin' giant
I'm David, fuck Goliath
Throwin' stones at your glass house, set it on fire and triumph
I got the keys to the getaway, yo, he want that-a-way
Scatter when the AK spray, yeah, ándale
No one's seen a thing, no witnesses
No one even needs to make a comment, how lit this is
X what the business is
Wrappin' bitches up for Christmases
See me on the docks doin' christenings
Actin' like it's all reggie, but never smokin' reggie
And if you bringin' Reggie, it may get deadly
We ain't friendly
[Xzibit (B-Real):]
Oh, you think you got the upper hand? (Upper hand)
On my mama, got another plan (Yeah)
Cypress taught you how to kill a man (Kill a man)
But I'ma show you how to get away with it (With it)
With it, with it, get away with it
With it, with it, get away with it
With it, with it, get away with it
With it, show you how to get away
Day Of The Dead lyrics - Xzibit, B-Real & Demrick
Take a deep breath in, and let it out
Another deep breath in, and let the air flow out
Inhale again, and let your whole body open up with the air
Niggas think sheet like aromatic
Went got your face tatted, now you the hardest on the planet
Tell the real ones, swoop, take advantage
Now, poof, puppet master got you dancin' for the cameras
Light your fuckin' face up like jack-o'-lanterns
Safehouse, find police signals on the scanner
Man with a gauge I seen you comin' on the camera
Better with age, I'm magic like abracadabra
Hit with a slug and turn you into a cadaver
Split you in half, I'll put your mind all over matter
You lightin' the ass, I'm knockin' Jacob off the ladder
So fuck the chitter-chatter, make the whole room scatter like
Roaches in the kitchen when the light switches
Or the killer come back to get the eye witness
And that stripper get old and they stop spendin'
Damn, this world could be cold when you not winnin'
I'm not familiar, in touch with my feelings
I have no compassion
Make your world come crashin' down
Mine for the taking, my motivation
No conversation
Yeah, bitch, don't fuck around
Celebrate, it's the day of the dead
Celebrate, it's the day of the dead
Celebrate, it's the day of the dead
Celebrate, it's the day of the dead
Green thumb's what my name is, fuck you
My barrel is aimed out where your brain is
It'll be painless, trust me, let me operate
Isolate the sound in your head, let it resonate
Don't hesitate, don't ever wait
Rhyme's up, ho, can't resuscitate, no
Took your breath away, ever great
How do you feel, you Magnum steel cold bitch?
Heart of stone, blue steel, seen her on the news reel
She got a red dress on with some new heels
Blowin' kisses for a new kill, seen the proof spill
Out like a waterfall on the wall
Wanted more bloodshed, start a war
Love's dead, pardon me y'all
A witness to the hit list
Barrels lightin' up and they can't miss
Aw shit, this is really happening
Fuckin' added in, not a rerun
It's all slappenin'
I'm not familiar, in touch with my feelings
I have no compassion
Make your world come crashin' down
Mine for the taking, my motivation
No conversation
Yeah, bitch, don't fuck around
Celebrate, it's the day of the dead
Celebrate, it's the day of the dead
Celebrate, it's the day of the dead
Celebrate, it's the day of the dead
Ask About Me lyrics - Xzibit, B-Real & Demrick
[Xzibit (Demrick):]
Sock you in the windpipe
Nighty-night, go to sleep, get your life right
(Damn, X, what the fuck?)
I am intoxicated
(Strangulation is my favorite form of meditation)
(Wild like a mental patient off his medication)
(Make a DJ bring it back with no hesitation)
(Do 'em like Rudy Ray Moore with my exploitation)
Now let me tell you what you motherfuckers fuckin' facin'
[Demrick:]
You better ask about me
Put me on your track, that's robbery
I'ma go hard on God, 'til I'm gone, bitch
X shootin' every single thing up on the target
B-Real callin' shots from the cockpit
Step into tarpit, kill 'em all regardless
[Xzibit:]
I'ma kill 'em 'cause I'm heartless
Trash can motherfuckers, throw 'em in the garbage
I hold my hand like a hostage
Serial Killers, niggas hit the stage, they lost it
So pass the fuckin' joint if you cough with it
Every so often, niggas get tired of the talkin'
I'm here to have a ball like Cavanaugh
Have a couple beers, I like beers
[Demrick:]
You better ask about me
Put me on your track, that's robbery
[B-Real:]
Guess I'm fuckin' heartless
I get you bloody, then I leave the place spotless
The red dot is parked up on your forehead
Click, bang, and there's more red spillin' on the floor
I'ma go 'head and give a green light
Killin' machine, like X, what the fuck? Yo, it's mean, right?
I mean it seems like a no-brainer
Bullet to the noggin, you can pay me my retainer later
[Demrick:]
You better ask about me
Put me on your track, that's robbery
Jalisco Medicine lyrics - Xzibit, B-Real & Demrick (feat. C-Kan)
[Xzibit:]
Huh, huh
Pull up on the weak and music leakin', you can't fuck with us
Puerto Rican, huh
[Xzibit (C-Kan) {Demrick}:]
Pull up on the weak and music leakin', you can't fuck with us
Butter pecan mami, Puerto Rican, watch her fuck it up
(Fuck it up, I end up listening C-Kan)
(Otra de Mexico para que sepan)
(Mr. C, exhibit C, el ghetto lo conocí)
(Y ahora tengo a los gabachos como diciendo que sí)
{In my pockets, tryna run me up}
{You ain't even tryna suck these nuts}
{You gon' eat without gettin' my cut?}
{You gon' eat without gettin' my cut?}
{What?} Bitch
{Then you gon' starve, bitch, no free lunch}
(Me van a detestar cuando escuchen esta)
(Van a entender porque prefiero nunca contestar)
(Amo a mi enemigo como amo a mi barrio, ellos nunca me fallan)
(Sentados pollitos cantan papá gallo, y ustedes se callan)
(Arriba Jalisco, viva Mexico, cabrones)
(Flow Pancho Villa, trajimos puros pelones)
Press don't need you, don't get pressed up
Send the bitches, gon' set you up
I know it's sad, bad, and all fucked up
{Kill 'em all, do it for the rush, what}
[Xzibit (B-Real):]
Day of the dead
(Feelin' higher than you've ever been)
Ever been, ever been
(In Jalisco with the medicine)
Medicine, medicine
[B-Real:]
Rollers took the boys, God I need a friend
Transactions happen, never see my face again
Serial, Serial, Serial Killers (Killers)
Serial, imperial, boss killers (Killers)
Serial, Serial, Serial Killers (Killers)
Catch us if you can, the falls could kill a man (Kill it)
[Xzibit:]
I made a killin' with them motherfuckin' brass knuckles
Dr. Green Thumb, dispensary open to the public
Ha-ha-ha-ha, richer than a mothafucka
Doin' things that I can't explain, man I'm blessed, brother
[B-Real:]
Move it up, never sit with down
Pour it out for my dead homies, then I roll a pound
Did you forget about us? Let me remind y'all
In the shadows, creepin' behind y'all
And it looks like I never hit
You know crashes, take your bitch
Put 'em on a rooftop, bait and switch
Chillin' on the rooftop, aim and click
Hit 'em with the headshot
See the body on the floor
No, didn't see the red dot
He bled out, metaphor
We kill shit, everything we touch is a head knock
Means home run, run home little bitch
Tell 'em what you seen here, we here
He's so stunned, outgunned
Put him on the run, stay clear, can't be here
[C-Kan:]
Can-kush o Kan-OG, viajando en nube de humo
Como en el 2001, la vendo y me la fumo
Living la vida malandra, Guadalajara trajó la parranda, anda
Dime con los que tú andas, que a lo B-Real tú no entiendes la onda
Uh
[Xzibit (B-Real):]
Day of the dead
(Feelin' higher than you've ever been)
Ever been, ever been
(In Jalisco with the medicine)
Medicine, medicine
[B-Real:]
Rollers took the boys, God I need a friend (Hey)
Transactions happen, never see my face again
Serial, Serial, Serial Killers (Killers)
Serial, imperial, boss killers (Killers)
Serial, Serial, Serial Killers (Killers)
Catch us if you can, the falls could kill a man (Kill it)
Fruit Punch lyrics - Xzibit, B-Real & Demrick (feat. Brevi & James Savage)
[Brevi:]
Momma didn't raise no dummy
Gimme all you want, can't take nothin' from me
Big Bad Wolf tryna catch a lil' bunny
Learned a long time ago the bears need honey
I'm zoned out, I'm fired up, I don't think I'm high enough
I took two, got five left, I'm out of touch, I digress
I truly don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm ice cold, no love
I'm turned off, know too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch
Can't stand no crooked man, I can't stand no bitch
Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect
If you come from where I come from
You know how we represent
Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, fuckin' yes
[Xzibit (James Savage):]
Comin' outside on you niggas
I'ma west ride on you niggas
I'ma get the OG's and the Bee Gees
Better find a place to hide, 'cause we killas
In my habitat with gorillas
We could take it to the back, I should kill 'em
(Nah, let me handle that, let me get 'em)
(Nigga, we can lock up like the system)
(You could call the police like a victim)
(You a First 48 type of nigga, hit 'em)
(Them tear ducts all teared up)
(Didn't hesitate to tell on them niggas)
(Take a break, it's only gon' get 'em)
(If a mother fucker fake, he gon' get Godzilla)
It's that pull-up, that bang-bang, we serial killers so we kill 'em
[Brevi:]
I'm zoned out, I'm fired up, I don't think I'm high enough
I took two, got five left, I'm out of touch, I digress
I truly don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm ice cold, no love
I'm turned off, know too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch
Can't stand no crooked man, I can't stand no bitch
Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect
If you come from where I come from
You know how we represent
Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, fuckin' yes
[Demrick:]
Today, I got time for you niggas
I'ma bottom line all you niggas
I'm about mine, every single dime
Goes to the money and the women
I know you assumed you was winnin'
I'm immune to your venom
Pulled a nine from out the denim
Ride a hit of good vodka and send God to get 'em
[B-Real:]
Never lookin' back, I move ahead (Yeah)
Got another pack to move instead (Yeah)
Livin' like a king, we get the bread (Yeah)
Get away from me, we take your head (Yeah)
We don't leave a clue, no residue (Yeah)
Better have a few roll in with you (Yeah)
In the four door with the four-four
Goin' slow-mo, cocked and aimed at you
[Brevi:]
I'm zoned out, I'm fired up, I don't think I'm high enough
I took two, got five left, I'm out of touch, I digress
I truly don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm ice cold, no love
I'm turned off, know too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch
Can't stand no crooked man, I can't stand no bitch
Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect
If you come from where I come from
You know how we represent
Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, fuckin' yes
Things Fall Apart lyrics - Xzibit, B-Real & Demrick
[Xzibit:]
Got a call from the homie
Never stall for the homie, bet it all on the homie, huh
I'd kill your mom for my homie
Never robbed, never owe me, at the top and it's lonely, huh
I smoke the bomb with my homie
Got the bomb? Better show me, better act like you know me, huh
I was back to back with your homie
He attack and it show me I can only be the only one, huh
[Demrick:]
You see what greed do to people? We was partners
Equal money turn a motherfucker evil
You went and did me dirty like a needle
Watch it swoop with the eagle, leave you blind in the fetal
Now you lyin' to my face, so deceitful
Where that duffel bag with the 50 racks
That was sittin' in the back of my Regal?
[Xzibit:]
There will not be a sequel
I will kill you right now, reach is long and it's lethal
[Demrick:]
Things fall apart, they were good at the start
You were searchin' for your heart but you never found it
Tried to double-cross, now look at what it cost
Another life lost with the chalk around it
Things fall apart, they were good at the start
You were searchin' for your heart but you never found it
Tried to double-cross, now look at what it cost
Another life lost with the chalk around it
[B-Real:]
Curve what you doin', yeah I heard about your union
'Bout the bag you're pursuin', let me get in, I'm your ruin
Got another plan brewin' with another crew rulin'
Keep your mouth shut, end up in a hearse, car foolin'
Got a warehouse coolin' with the source plug toolin'
Every day they movin' packs out the back
I'm assumin' they got the security loomin'
We can calculate the movement
Hit 'em in the blind spot, hit 'em hard when we swoop in
Have the van ready, loopin' 'round the block for the scoopin'
Don't be nothin' stupid, stay focused, no confusion
At the spot, call Susan, stay put and don't be movin'
I'm the one who lets you in, hold the bag or we losin'
If you think you a shoe-in for the paper we be lootin'
Don't be tryna double-cross me, I'll be comin' at ya shootin'
I don't trust another human, salty bitches, they be stewin'
Sell me out, I'll be waitin' in the shadows, I'll put two in (Bop, bop)
[Demrick:]
Things fall apart, they were good at the start
You were searchin' for your heart but you never found it
Tried to double-cross, now look at what it cost
Another life lost with the chalk around it
Things fall apart, they were good at the start
You were searchin' for your heart but you never found it
Tried to double-cross, now look at what it cost
Another life lost with the chalk around it
[Xzibit:]
Got a call from the homie
Never stall for the homie, bet it all on the homie, huh
I'd kill your mom for my homie
Never robbed, never owe me, at the top and it's lonely, huh
I smoke the bomb with my homie
Got the bomb? Better show me, better act like you know me, huh
I was back to back with your homie
He attack and it show me I can only be the only one, huh
First 48 lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick
[Xzibit:]
Bring out the big guns, 50 Cal. headshots
Put my hand up, turn my head when the gauge pops
Serial kill shit, only that real shit, like a nigga with millions
Welcome to the headlock, captivated, you old and dated while X stay activated
You display it, let the camera roll on it
You see it, but you don't want it, smother and crush my opponents
Tyson mind state, fornicate, state to state
Thank God for section 8
I'm a freight train full of cocaine to that mainland
Half a billion staying insane is the game plan
I am not the same man that you accustomed too
Everything new, cue 7 on the avenue
[Demrick:]
I did what I had to do, longitude latitude
Fuck being a nigga half black with an attitude
Never had gratitude, young and jaded
And I guess that's why my MO is drunk and faded
The way I got here is so complicated
From way back in the day, I felt obligated
To the streets, to the roots, to the groups I came from
Never changed, kept it 100 since day one
[B-Real:]
B-Real, Cypress Hill, raw deal, stainless steel, get your whole family killed
That's for real, lips stay seamed and sealed
If looks could kill, so much blood gone spill
I fufill, nightmares live on your street
Slow creep, 4 deep, bust with more heat
The whole neighborhood got to starve when I eat
There's nothing like a skull cracking hard on the concrete
AK-47 on repeat, straight to Hell ain't no Heaven where you sleep
Obsolete, 6 deep when I creep
When I speak, people act properly
Is it the cabbage or the cash or the broccoli
Nigga I don't give a fuck cause I want all three
Wanted lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick
[B-Real:]
You wanna approach me?
Use the right protocol!
I put you to sleep like you OD'ed on Propofol
Bitches have so much gall
Now your falls coming soon
Another rapper, a tomb
Glass case, shell, doom!
You are now in tune to the greatest, the latest the waited
Diamond 'n glo, slayed it, created, they hit you brainless
You wanted me to say it
OK, it couldn't be said better!
Inspirational message and letters from go-getters
We decide whether or not we're blowing up spots
As lethal as a champion of 'King of the Dot'
Loaded and locked, exploded and rocked
Corroded your block, you drove in a shot!
The more than the prop, tied you a knot
Time on the clock, stop!
Like the stop watch cause we're top show
Like Kobe in his prime, define top notch!
Kick you in the crotch with a cheap shot
But I think not!
What you gonna do when the fucking beat stops?
[Demrick & Xzibit:]
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
And anybody that's with 'em! (hit 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
And anybody that's with 'em! (hit 'em!)
I'm a wanted man, (yeah!)
Bitches got it bad (yeah!)
Haters want my life, (yeah!)
Catch me if you can! (if you can!)
Catch me if you can! (if you can!)
Catch me if you can! (if you can!)
I'm a wanted man
So catch me if you can!
[Demrick:]
Cause for that stash
I keep in that coffee can under my bed
Shit could get sacrilegious
And I lay bitches flat ray backs like practicious
A man that lacks vision is prone to make bad decisions
All I had was ambition and a mission to get out of this position
I was raised, but wasn't nobody listening
To shit I had to say, respect was only paid
If you're balling like Battier
So put that glove and bat away!
In exchange for a gun, son, point it that-a-way
Let it spray what a great way to fuck up my Saturday!
Way too young to have a drink
Way too young to have to think
Rolling 'round on half a tank
It's my uncles I had to thank!
It was them we emulate and imitate
So I'm at this 7-11 with a.357 and pale face
Let's do this beer run
Hurry up 'fore they hear something!
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
And anybody that's with 'em! (hit 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
And anybody that's with 'em! (hit 'em!)
I'm a wanted man, (yeah!)
Bitches got it bad (yeah!)
Haters want my life, (yeah!)
Catch me if you can! (if you can!)
Catch me if you can! (if you can!)
Catch me if you can! (if you can!)
I'm a wanted man
So catch me if you can!
[Xzibit:]
I decapitate my enemies
Know I get paid for most of 'em
Hesitation and patience, I'm running out of both of them
Set sail, smash the champagne on the side of it
I'll Titanic you niggas
Iceberg, I hit you with the Mossberg
Sawed off nicely, in a white T
Point blank range, politely squeeze, this excites me!
I'mma live by the bullet 'til it bites me
I'm doing life, how come momma never writes me?
These real keys take time, so meticulous
Thinking at thieves, intelligence feed
My agenda is the flashback coast what's stress from the PTS
Fuck what you're saying, motherfucker
Say it with your chest!
You're being held for ransom
Citizens, our demand's a hundred million untraceable euros wrapped in plastic bags
Cause you're playing with your life
If you think I'm thinking twice
Now you walkin' to the light!
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
And anybody that's with 'em! (hit 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
And anybody that's with 'em! (hit 'em!)
I'm a wanted man, (yeah!)
Bitches got it bad (yeah!)
Haters want my life, (yeah!)
Catch me if you can! (if you can!)
Catch me if you can! (if you can!)
Catch me if you can! (if you can!)
I'm a wanted man
So catch me if you can!
Dickies & Bandanas lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick (feat. Kurupt)
[Xzibit:]
New West, Old West
No, its just West
You feel me?
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Yeah, I'm just calling it how I see it
Where you get that from?
Yeah, be about it if you gon be it
Where You get that from?
[Demrick:]
Too many cooks in the kitchen, way too much lying and bitching
How did you gain that position, I have your family sniffling
You should actually listen, Before you answer the question
Niggas dying for less than, giving the wrong impression
You like a signed confession, we got it all on paper
Paramedics all on faders, there's no way to contain us
You think its all entertainment, and it should end with the music
Don't be foolish, we from the ghetto, niggas liable to lose it
I'm from the land of the prove-it, if you're bout it then do it
All the drugs we be using'll have you having illusions
Where you get your style from? I guess we'll reintroduce it
We be moving like a movement you have nothing to do with
We providing sollutions, so which side is you choosing?
Here's your bandana and hammer, if they panic then shoot em
Its as simple as that, cause gangsta rapper reacts
We strike like a match and watch your infrastructure collapse
I'm in my
[Xzibit:]
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Yeah, I'm just calling it how I see it
Where you get that from?
Yeah, be about it if you gon be it
Where You get that from?
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Yeah, lowriders, [?] -riders with kits
Where you get that from?
Heavy-handed, hard than a bitch
Where you get that from?
[Kurupt:]
Have you ever seen a maniac in all black?
Khaki suit, allocute, parking lot, pop and shoot
No witnesses witness this, black khaki suit
Bandana, Komanwel? Scanner and a bandana
Tied around a handle and a clip, click, bandana
Tied around the banana clip, get clipped and ran up
On your homies like "What it is?" the last man standing
You know who I am: I'm Gotti, the last man standing
With a cannon, picture it like a Canon camera
On the block like hood, I'm in motion, rollercoasting
Westcoasting for nothing, approach them and body roast them
Chuck's not giving a fuck, socking the niggas closest
What's happening homie? Is that right?
You the one to stand up for your hood tonight?
You the one that's gonna make wrong the right?
Instantaneously we take flight
Ain; t nothing can be better, there's nothing worse
The homies won't take off unless I take off first
Disperse, experts on work that works to lay niggas down
Like wax and exerts and spurts, motherfucker we in
[Xzibit:]
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Yeah, I'm just calling it how I see it
Where you get that from?
Yeah, be about it if you gon be it
Where You get that from?
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Yeah, lowriders, [?] -riders with kits
Where you get that from?
Heavy-handed, hard than a bitch
Where you get that from?
[B-Real:]
I'm spitting venom, the critics I end them, you can lend them
Your heart, but there's no way to stop me once I'm gaining momentum
I'm elevated, my weapon is calibrated
I'm hated by haters who hated because they never made it
I'm validated by those, who sat and waited
For yours truly, foolishly thinking that you debated my flows
Calculated, evaluated, but still you never know
How we manage to murder the microphone, man I'm in the zone
Competition is none, I'm on this mission so run
Overshadowed you fuckers cause I'm eclipsing the Sun
Don't try to lift up your gun, no need to be dumb
Jury is hung, I'm killing you fucking busters for fun
That's how we get it done, method is flawless and some of you saw this coming
[?] are humming in the city, bitches are bumming
I'm the thief in the night, right
Your blinded by the light, tight
Taking it light, you don't get out my sight
I'm in my
[Xzibit:]
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Yeah, I'm just calling it how I see it
Where you get that from?
Yeah, be about it if you gon be it
Where You get that from?
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Yeah, lowriders, [?] -riders with kits
Where you get that from?
Heavy-handed, hard than a bitch
Where you get that from?
In The Sky lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick
Yeah
This is empty bottle rap
I'm not a role model, You can go ahead and follow that
Road to the unknown, all you gotta do is swallow that pill
And watch how you feel, baby just relax
Detach from the norm
Prepare for the storm
Sober up and relapse, I'll be back in the morn'
I'm just playing I'm high, get up in the zone
She a nine, but in my mind she a centerfold
And many chose, the path to sobriety
But stoned is the way I walk, through society
Momma said, "Son is you high? Don't lie to me"
I told her no, but she still beat the hell up outta me
Parallel reality, drained in my salary
Smokin' more than I'm selling, how can this be true?
So now I'm sippin' on that 100 proof
Gettin' loose, I love to get faded
What can you do?
I'm high up in the sky
And I can't come down
No, no
I'm lost up in this world
And I can't come down
No, no
I used to roll the blue coupe, claiming that soo woo
No mercy for others, brother - that means you too
No regards for you and yours
Pullin' out the '44, put you on the floor
Face down; true story boy
The streets got an appetite, and it's never satisfied
Boulevard of broken dreams, but they'll never shatter mine
I own it and I'm glad it's mine
It's swing batter time, I'm going for the fences
Your opinion doesn't matter I'm, still rollin' thick as hell
Trigger finger's quick as well, I'm lookin' for the higher ground
I can make my pockets swell
Believe me when I say these streets are bloody, It ain't a game
Money, fortune, and fame are all callin' my name
And I can hear it in the background, as I lay the track down
Put the sack down, Po-po's are on the crackdown
I let the mic guide me, my pen is mighty
The track is like a woman screaming, "I want you inside me"
I'm high up in the sky
And I can't come down
No, no
I'm lost up in this world
And I can't come down
No, no
I used to be the dope man
Baking soda, cocaine
Copped a quarter ki' at the time, thought I'm so paid
Never thought twice, in hindsight, I was lucky
I never did time, the one time never touched me
Taurus nine millimeter, ridin' in the front seat
Trust me, chop yo fuckin' ass in to lunch meat
Did my first drive-by, my girlfriend drivin'
In her mom's 4 Taurus, my niggas, I'm not lying
I'm lion-hearted, my instinct: king of the castle
I gotta be a dick, 'cause I'm surrounded by assholes
What more can I ask for?
Break neck diligence
Fast forward, to brains all over your dashboard
The landlord, let the hammer fall on the tenants
Got evicted from the game, 'cause your heart's not in it
And you're so dimwitted
When you spit it, man you don't go get it
Audio, hustlers, serial killin'
I'm high up in the sky
And I can't come down
No, no
I'm lost up in this world
And I can't come down
No, no
Doctor's In lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick (feat. Hopsin)
The doctor's in, the joint lights
I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights
My vision's blown, I'm having new sights
Man, fuck this world
True blood, but the truth bites
Stings like a slice, whenever they bring up the rice
You thinkin' twice, I'm on some mad shit
Like Old Spice
My stalker's in, and it's real life
See I'm a rolling stone, throwin' stones real nice
And glass houses, rockin' by the thousands
Sparkin' many ounces, as the beat bounces
I got winnin' in my blood, I'm a champion
People show me love 'cause I'm the highest in the pantheon
You say this can't be life, I say what's real is real
You can dream it, see it, taste it
Why you fuckin' waste it?
Grab the lick and paste it, while you searchin' for me
Check my inventory, history, and real glory
The weed had brought him luck, I'm from the bottom up
I take the haters, put a stompin' on those rotten fucks
The doctor's in, the joint lights
I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights
My vision's blown, I'm having new sights
Man, fuck this world
True blood, but the truth bites
The doctor's in, the joint lights
I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights
My vision's blown, I'm having new sights
Man, fuck this world
True blood, but the truth bites
I hit my dock, fill my script, then I dip
[?] then I twist
Gettin' drunk off a fifth
That's everyday shit, I go to the grave with
But as long as I'm alive Imma rise for that grave shift
And I came from the pavement to makin' that A list
My reefers stay lit and these niggas I came with
Is the same ones that always been down from the jump
Ain't talkin' 'bout speakers when there's pounds in the trunk
The truth bites, I'm just trying not let it leave a mark
I played my part, each verse I pierce like a work of art
Niggas actin' hard, no time for the back and forth
This world's gonna give me exactly what I've been asking for
I'm about to fuck it raw, with no Magnum on
And leave my kids to roam this earth, like a vagabond
The doctor's in, the joint lights
I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights
My vision's blown, I'm having new sights
Man, fuck this world
True blood, but the truth bites
The doctor's in, the joint lights
I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights
My vision's blown, I'm having new sights
Man, fuck this world
True blood, but the truth bites
Nigga the doctor's in, ready to plot revenge to catch your oxygen
Fuck with me that's the consequence
Shoulda followed your conscience bitch
I'm on a pedestal higher than B-Real off his ganja hits
I love to contradict
'Cause a nigga too nice when I'm on my monster shit
No secret that I'm ready to kill, barely appealed but I'm barely [?]
Can't be concealed
Starving rappers into pieces and then they get left in the field
Except for this real, invest in this shield
Before you niggas try to step to the skill
I'm built as heavy as steel
Got all of you scared to me it's a definite thrill
Nuttin' you can tell me, ain't nobody who can help me
I'm a Nightmare on Elm Street, lifestyle's unhealthy
I pull a [?] to my phone take a selfie
Oh my God who the hell's he?
Oh shit that's me staring back in the mirror
Got a hit list full of wack MCs
So you better believe I get the package delivered
That's what happens to niggas, when they mess with a lunatic
Imma cause ruckus in mothafuckas, when I bust this tough shit
Homeboy you'll never get used to
This, keep yourself at a distance from me
I'm an embarrassing hooligan, finna fuck the game
Scored a couple of sperm cells inside so they rest in the uterus
The doctor's in, the joint lights
I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights
My vision's blown, I'm having new sights
Man, fuck this world
True blood, but the truth bites
The doctor's in, the joint lights
I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights
My vision's blown, I'm having new sights
Man, fuck this world
True blood, but the truth bites
Legends Never Die lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick (feat. Easy MoneyST)
Legends never
[Ea$y Money:]
Ever since the day I got old
They told me I would never make it this long
Now years after the day that I'm gone
They'll be playing my songs and my name will live on
When everybody thought that I was insane
I stood tall after all that have came
So let the good Lord call on my name
'Cause I done rep I'm working the game
[Ea$y Money & Xzibit:]
We never die
Never die!
We just live on
Live on, live on
We never die
Never die!
We just live on
[Xzibit:]
Yea, I'm a cowboy steppin clear
With a pistol pointblank behind your right ear
Yea because fear is not a option
Say my name 3 times – I appear with a shotgun
Now what you motherfuckers want from me?
I'm from the gutter, I'm medicated by drug money
Take everything, there ain't nothing else you could take from me
Never break from you niggas, swinging until my hands bloody
Time flies, dreams die, people lose faith
Tryna hide behind a lie with a straight face
Buzz kill, boots on the ground 'cause I'm straight lace
Fuck love, never needed love in the first place
[Ea$y Money & Xzibit:]
Legends never... die
Never die!
We just live on
Live on, live on
We never die
Never die!
We just live on
[B-Real:]
So many doubted so little time
So many haters coming to mind
Later for waste 'cause moments to bind
Because I would never look back and regretted this fucking life
Around, I do it for the ones who supported the dream
And making every second of their life as a part of my team
It take the heart of a lion, the crown of a king
Bring up a throne and you keep the frame in mind but you singing my songs
Still serial kill the bullshit, spit up the thrills
And if you will, you're not the killer, for real I be dealing
The run of the mill, with no skill, top Billy the dun
That's why I reply
[Ea$y Money & Xzibit:]
Legends never... die
Never die!
We just live on
Live on, live on
We never die
Never die!
We just live on
[Xzibit:]
Yea, I was born to live forever
I am legend, gather my thoughts and line em up together
Feel like pulling my own Beretta put it to my head
Better days ahead, left for dead with my daily bread
Yea, I'll cause a slaughter in your tabernacle
I storm your castle and guillotined your queen
Los Angeles to the rotten apple
I'm playing tackle
Giving concussions cold like going to war with the Russians
Starving like my ribs and my stomach is touching
I'm filthy as a pig, all this drinking and fuckin
It's just my destiny til the death of me, stand and deliver
Confessions of an unapologetic serial killer
Legends never... die
We just live on
We never die
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