(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
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