"Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" - [repeat 8X]
[Chorus One: Xzibit over 4X of "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"]
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate
"Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" [continues to repeat in the background]
[Xzibit]
Meditate, levitate
Greetings from the Golden State
Mr. X, to the Z
Concentrate, come walk with me
Your shit sound so awkwardly
I don't rhyme I just stomp down beats
Real estate, section eight
Which one would you rather take?
Concentrate, move that weight
Show me how you regulate
Hold up, wait, that shit's fake
Get these niggaz up out my face
Shake the room, bend the spoon
Turn this up now, stay in tune
Hypnotized by the way she move
Take your time you might arrive too soon, hahahaha
[Chorus One]
[Chorus Two: Xzibit over 4X of "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"]
Bring that back, what was that?
Oh my lord, she got back
So precise, so intact
Oh my God, who is that?
[San Quinn]
Look what I freak up, G's up, he's up
He's rough, all in my court never freeze up
They release us streets-less
Increase the rush of Californians speakin up
It won't be absent-minded
Still chasin money that I practice findin
Boy you know that Rick Rock beats is violent
You never been dumb, it don't hurt to try it
I'm the flyest gangsta, and I can do it
Better concentrate on the Hyphy Movement
X to the Z and the Quinn is live
Get some money out a ho so I can +Pimp My Ride+
Better take two, elevate and we're concentratin on booty shakin
and who you takin back for the bang (back for the bang)
I have a drink and pop my thizzle (pop my thizzle)
While you stop and drop and work your wiggle
[Chorus One + Chorus Two]
[Xzibit]
Breath control, touch yo' soul
Just maintain don't lose control
Participate, congratulate
Cause everything else'll be seen as hate
Remain in place, the same mindstate
Get off yo' ass and celebrate
Congregate, associate
Don't fuck yo'self procrastinate
Dilate, to an all time great
Calculate the next move I make
Crack the safe, keep that ace
in my waistband just in case
I'm no rat can't run yo' race
Not too good don't fit my taste
I love the way she make that shake
Makin it hard to concentrate
[Chorus Two + Chorus One]
[28 seconds of instrumental]
"Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" - [repeat 4X right before song's end]
Rollin' (West Side Remix) Lyrics - xzibit (feat. Jelly Roll)
Yeahhh!
[Intro: Jelly Roll + (Xzibit)]
See I was dippin through the city with a big ol' - PISTOL
Checkin out these niggaz in the Raaaange - RENTAL
I was smokin drinkin end up kind of tipsy (YEAH!)
Lookin through my rearview they followin me (huh)
I wonder why the fuck are they followin me (huh)
I seen them niggaz creepin two cars behind me (hmm)
You'll never catch me slippin just me and my - PIECE
You must be smokin if you think I'ma call the - POLICE
[Xzibit]
I'm a beast, still got a crease
Still got my Converse stompin down the concrete
YEAHHHHHHHHHH - black and blue Bugati
This is Strong Arm robbery, you can't deny me
My garage a mirage a collage of chrome
I look alive with the nine when I leave my home
Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome
This is grown man business, recognize the tone
If I don't recognize the number won't, answer my phone
Rockin every area code still stay in my zone
I don't play no fuckin games now bitch I'm grown
Now crack your fuckin neck to the shit I'm on
Yeah!
[Chorus: Jelly Roll]
I be dippin through my city in a ragtop rollin
Bounce, rock, ragtop rollin
Bend the corner, AHHHHH, ragtop rollin
All up in your bitch face, ragtop rollin
[Xzibit]
Yeah, YEAH
My release, bang through the streets
We hang like orangutans, mangle the beat
Niggaz hatin, gravitatin to the lies that they tell
My reality takin over where that fiction fail
What the hell, might as well show the cards I'm holdin
Sweet taste, aromatic, backwood ROLLIN
Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the strut kit
My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what the fuck bitch?
Boomerang my change (YEAH) I rearrange some thangs
My slang click-bang and expose they brains
Then I pray, "Our Father who art in Heaven"
Got people jumpin out the buildin like 9/11
Malcolm X to the Z landin on them like Plymouth Rock (yeah!)
You get knocked out, get socked in your fuckin mouth
Now e'rybody know the business, you want it come get it (c'mon)
But if you ROLLIN throw it up, let me know that you with it
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Jelly Roll]
Caaaaadillaaaaacs, Cooooupe Devilllllles
Oh shit I'm on wheels, rollin for reeeeeal
[Xzibit]
YEAH, I repeat, my name over beats
I binge on the finer things, you cringe in defeat
Escalation, elevation to another plateau
Sometimes ya take a few steps back to mentally grow
Here we go, what you know, campaign in motion
Straight West coast and West worldwide ROLLIN
Got that Aston Martin DV9 equipped with a stash box
In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot
Strip down my frame, repave my lane
Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane
Don't complain when the chamber slide back and bang
Make it taste like shit when you sayin my name
It's the Golden State heavyweight, holdin the belt
Cause I'm a one man army, I don't need no help
This is a – PISTOL, I use to protect myself
Careful these hammerhead hollow points is bad for your health
My nia
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
[Intro – echoes at the end]
[Intro: Jelly Roll + (Xzibit)]
See I was dippin through the city with a big ol' - PISTOL
Checkin out these niggaz in the Raaaange - RENTAL
I was smokin drinkin end up kind of tipsy (YEAH!)
Lookin through my rearview they followin me (huh)
I wonder why the fuck are they followin me (huh)
I seen them niggaz creepin two cars behind me (hmm)
You'll never catch me slippin just me and my - PIECE
You must be smokin if you think I'ma call the - POLICE
[Xzibit]
I'm a beast, still got a crease
Still got my Converse stompin down the concrete
YEAHHHHHHHHHH - black and blue Bugati
This is Strong Arm robbery, you can't deny me
My garage a mirage a collage of chrome
I look alive with the nine when I leave my home
Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome
This is grown man business, recognize the tone
If I don't recognize the number won't, answer my phone
Rockin every area code still stay in my zone
I don't play no fuckin games now bitch I'm grown
Now crack your fuckin neck to the shit I'm on
Yeah!
[Chorus: Jelly Roll]
I be dippin through my city in a ragtop rollin
Bounce, rock, ragtop rollin
Bend the corner, AHHHHH, ragtop rollin
All up in your bitch face, ragtop rollin
[Xzibit]
Yeah, YEAH
My release, bang through the streets
We hang like orangutans, mangle the beat
Niggaz hatin, gravitatin to the lies that they tell
My reality takin over where that fiction fail
What the hell, might as well show the cards I'm holdin
Sweet taste, aromatic, backwood ROLLIN
Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the strut kit
My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what the fuck bitch?
Boomerang my change (YEAH) I rearrange some thangs
My slang click-bang and expose they brains
Then I pray, "Our Father who art in Heaven"
Got people jumpin out the buildin like 9/11
Malcolm X to the Z landin on them like Plymouth Rock (yeah!)
You get knocked out, get socked in your fuckin mouth
Now e'rybody know the business, you want it come get it (c'mon)
But if you ROLLIN throw it up, let me know that you with it
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Jelly Roll]
Caaaaadillaaaaacs, Cooooupe Devilllllles
Oh shit I'm on wheels, rollin for reeeeeal
[Xzibit]
YEAH, I repeat, my name over beats
I binge on the finer things, you cringe in defeat
Escalation, elevation to another plateau
Sometimes ya take a few steps back to mentally grow
Here we go, what you know, campaign in motion
Straight West coast and West worldwide ROLLIN
Got that Aston Martin DV9 equipped with a stash box
In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot
Strip down my frame, repave my lane
Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane
Don't complain when the chamber slide back and bang
Make it taste like shit when you sayin my name
It's the Golden State heavyweight, holdin the belt
Cause I'm a one man army, I don't need no help
This is a – PISTOL, I use to protect myself
Careful these hammerhead hollow points is bad for your health
My nia
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
[Intro – echoes at the end]
A Minute To Pray Lyrics - xzibit
[Intro]
Yeah, it's been a long time
Welcome back, yeah
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Got niggaz jumpin out the buildin like 9/11, c'mon
[Xzibit]
Only God could save us
I done burned down the town and killed my neighbor
Do I, come to you for my early demise? (yeah)
A minute to pray, it only take a second to die
Niggaz ain't prepared, too scared to do it
Dippin cigerettes in embalmin fluid
Hoods, special effects bring the drama to it
But sue me if you wanna see the trauma youth
I'm a walkin time bomb, don't tick me off
Crucified to die, nailed to the cross
Natural transition, foot soldier to boss
The A.K. ricochet put blood in your cough
And you know the whole fucked up part of it all?
Take a muh'fucker's life somebody comin for yours
It's the get-back gangstas don't believe in karma
Only the strength of the dollar and the body armor
You the bitch ass nigga or a man of honor
My hands wrap around your throat like a anaconda
Then squeeze 'til your eyes pop out of your face
Then relocate to a brand new space (yo)
[Chorus: Xzibit]
Only God could save us (yeah)
I done burned down the town and killed my neighbor (yeah)
Do I, come to you with blood on my hands (yeah)
or run away from the place that I stand? WHO THE FUCK I AM, YEAH!
Only God could save us
I done burned down the town and killed my neighbor
Do I, come to you for my early demise?
A minute to pray, it only take a second to die
[Xzibit]
I used to snatch people out of cars with a shotgun
Now I give cars to people who ain't got one
Still got the shotgun, whole different lifestyle
Kill you with a crowbar, wrapped in a white towel
Gotta play it smart now, the streets is watchin
The streets dictate the beats so my beats be knockin
Fuck a Strong Arm, I'll drop your coffin
Yeah yeah, muh'fucker I hear you talkin
Niggaz so often take kindness for weakness
Heat-seekin G with the elite on some cheap shit
This my square boy, you can't take me out of it
You want war nigga you better bring a lot of it
I ain't a problem with puttin my problems to rest
You so pussy, boy you need a gynocologist
The hand, the bullet, the firin pin
Please God forgive me for I have sinned, Amen
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Huh, hit a nigga, kill a nigga will come back
Murder rap never attached, got too many snaps
It's more than raps, it's actual facts
Welcome back to the West, left side of your map
Been attacked from all sides, it's time for the payback
Lay back, wait for the right time to spray that
Spray that motherfucker, down to the last clip
Last clip you save for the cop on some waive shit
Blaze haze for days; shocked, stunned, amazed
Bitch best behave or take the fade
Blaze Shade-45 in the all-black Bentley
If I gotta go, y'all niggaz comin with me
Simply put, Mobb Deep said y'all were (Shook)
And when I come through, you just look
We don't change the game, we close the book
I let you go now, I know you got crack to cook, c'mon
[Chorus - 2X]
Yeah, it's been a long time
Welcome back, yeah
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Got niggaz jumpin out the buildin like 9/11, c'mon
[Xzibit]
Only God could save us
I done burned down the town and killed my neighbor
Do I, come to you for my early demise? (yeah)
A minute to pray, it only take a second to die
Niggaz ain't prepared, too scared to do it
Dippin cigerettes in embalmin fluid
Hoods, special effects bring the drama to it
But sue me if you wanna see the trauma youth
I'm a walkin time bomb, don't tick me off
Crucified to die, nailed to the cross
Natural transition, foot soldier to boss
The A.K. ricochet put blood in your cough
And you know the whole fucked up part of it all?
Take a muh'fucker's life somebody comin for yours
It's the get-back gangstas don't believe in karma
Only the strength of the dollar and the body armor
You the bitch ass nigga or a man of honor
My hands wrap around your throat like a anaconda
Then squeeze 'til your eyes pop out of your face
Then relocate to a brand new space (yo)
[Chorus: Xzibit]
Only God could save us (yeah)
I done burned down the town and killed my neighbor (yeah)
Do I, come to you with blood on my hands (yeah)
or run away from the place that I stand? WHO THE FUCK I AM, YEAH!
Only God could save us
I done burned down the town and killed my neighbor
Do I, come to you for my early demise?
A minute to pray, it only take a second to die
[Xzibit]
I used to snatch people out of cars with a shotgun
Now I give cars to people who ain't got one
Still got the shotgun, whole different lifestyle
Kill you with a crowbar, wrapped in a white towel
Gotta play it smart now, the streets is watchin
The streets dictate the beats so my beats be knockin
Fuck a Strong Arm, I'll drop your coffin
Yeah yeah, muh'fucker I hear you talkin
Niggaz so often take kindness for weakness
Heat-seekin G with the elite on some cheap shit
This my square boy, you can't take me out of it
You want war nigga you better bring a lot of it
I ain't a problem with puttin my problems to rest
You so pussy, boy you need a gynocologist
The hand, the bullet, the firin pin
Please God forgive me for I have sinned, Amen
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Huh, hit a nigga, kill a nigga will come back
Murder rap never attached, got too many snaps
It's more than raps, it's actual facts
Welcome back to the West, left side of your map
Been attacked from all sides, it's time for the payback
Lay back, wait for the right time to spray that
Spray that motherfucker, down to the last clip
Last clip you save for the cop on some waive shit
Blaze haze for days; shocked, stunned, amazed
Bitch best behave or take the fade
Blaze Shade-45 in the all-black Bentley
If I gotta go, y'all niggaz comin with me
Simply put, Mobb Deep said y'all were (Shook)
And when I come through, you just look
We don't change the game, we close the book
I let you go now, I know you got crack to cook, c'mon
[Chorus - 2X]
Lax Lyrics - xzibit
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
[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
Cold World Lyrics - xzibit
[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]
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]
Saturday Night Live Lyrics - xzibit (feat. Jelly Roll)
[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?
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?
Muthafucka Lyrics - xzibit
[Chorus]
You Know It Could Happen
It Don't Happen Till It Happen
When It Happen
You Gonna Wish It Never Did (Hey!)
MOTHAFUCKA!
[Xzibit]
Hey Baby, Sexy Lady (Hey!)
You Make Them Pants Look Crazy (Woo!)
I Know You Schemin
Have You Leavin'
Screamin' "Fuck You, Pay Me!"
LA Got Tons Of Dameies,
Thats Quick To Have That Baby
And That Try To Squeeze You
For Every Penny That You Thought Of Makin'
These Streets Is Fuckin' Viscious
Can't Make The Wrong Decisions
They Have You Shot Up
And Shot Up, Caught Up Behind Some Bitches
Handle Your Business Homie
Cause Ain't No Homies In Business
So Many People In This Business
Be So Fuckin' Phony
I See Right Through Them Traps
These Niggaz Run Their Yaps
But When It Really Cracked
Them Pussy Niggaz Runnin Laps
I Clap Em In They Tracks
My Paper Come In Stacks
And Stacks Of Rubberbands
Thicker Than A Paperback
Just Let The Henny Flow
Go Where You Wanna Go
My Party Heavyset,
Ready Set Baby Here We Go
Its Not A Fuckin Game,
You Know my Fuckin Name
I'm Number One,
With A Motherfuckin Bullet MAN!
[Chorus]
You Know It Could Happen
It Don't Happen Till It Happen
When It Happen
You Gonna Wish It Never Did
MOTHAFUCKA!
[Xzibit]
My Soldiers Go With Missiles
Gauges, Grenades, And Pistols
Picture On The Front Of The Paper
Dyin' To Press The Issue
My Soldiers Gettin' At You
Full Clip Is Spitting At You
You Duck and Stuck In Position
Just Like A Fuckin' Statue
Nigga Im Quarterbackin
We Got It Fully Crackin' And Poppin'
And Showin No Signs
Of Stopin With Options
Fuck The Industry
Derive Energy
From Hennesy
Literally, I Smoke Like A Chimney
Y'all Know We Got Them Hummers Tight
We Got Them Lovers Right
They Want to Catch ya
Get Naked Begin To Spend The Night
Here You Go Some Good Advice
Come Through Steppin Light
Believe Me, Extremely Easy
To Lose Your Life
Get Em Up And Keep Em Up (X!)
They Trying To Get Me Touched
If You Gonna Swing It Nigga
Bring It I Don't Give A Fuck! (Yea!)
Better Make This Party Jump (Yea!)
Better Make This Club Bounce (Yea!)
So Take Your Shoes
Before You Step Your Ass In My House
[Chorus]
You Know It Could Happen
It Don't Happen Till It Happen
When It Happen
You Gonna Wish It Never Did
MOTHAFUCKA!
[Xzibit]
Bitch We Keep It Crackin Right
We Bring It Back To Life
Biohazard Motherfuckas
That Spreadin' Like A Parasite
We Aint The Fuckin Type
You Get The Target Site
Lee Boyd Malvo,
Can't Stop Me Now No!
Get Your Fuckin' Paper Up
We Outta Snatch It Up
Full Metal Jacket
Stay Clap Clapped In The Back Em Up
Dont Even Think About it
You Get Your Shit Rerouted
Straw For Your Food
Have You Pissin' Through A Plastic Tube
I Know You Fuckin' Hate It
We Stay Inebriated
Break out The Hennsy Bottle
Baby Your Regulated
Its Not A Fuckin Game,
You Know my Fuckin Name
I'm Number One,
With A Motherfuckin Bullet MAN!
[Chorus x2]
You Know It Could Happen
It Don't Happen Till It Happen
When It Happen
You Gonna Wish It Never Did
MOTHAFUCKA!
You Know It Could Happen
It Don't Happen Till It Happen
When It Happen
You Gonna Wish It Never Did (Hey!)
MOTHAFUCKA!
[Xzibit]
Hey Baby, Sexy Lady (Hey!)
You Make Them Pants Look Crazy (Woo!)
I Know You Schemin
Have You Leavin'
Screamin' "Fuck You, Pay Me!"
LA Got Tons Of Dameies,
Thats Quick To Have That Baby
And That Try To Squeeze You
For Every Penny That You Thought Of Makin'
These Streets Is Fuckin' Viscious
Can't Make The Wrong Decisions
They Have You Shot Up
And Shot Up, Caught Up Behind Some Bitches
Handle Your Business Homie
Cause Ain't No Homies In Business
So Many People In This Business
Be So Fuckin' Phony
I See Right Through Them Traps
These Niggaz Run Their Yaps
But When It Really Cracked
Them Pussy Niggaz Runnin Laps
I Clap Em In They Tracks
My Paper Come In Stacks
And Stacks Of Rubberbands
Thicker Than A Paperback
Just Let The Henny Flow
Go Where You Wanna Go
My Party Heavyset,
Ready Set Baby Here We Go
Its Not A Fuckin Game,
You Know my Fuckin Name
I'm Number One,
With A Motherfuckin Bullet MAN!
[Chorus]
You Know It Could Happen
It Don't Happen Till It Happen
When It Happen
You Gonna Wish It Never Did
MOTHAFUCKA!
[Xzibit]
My Soldiers Go With Missiles
Gauges, Grenades, And Pistols
Picture On The Front Of The Paper
Dyin' To Press The Issue
My Soldiers Gettin' At You
Full Clip Is Spitting At You
You Duck and Stuck In Position
Just Like A Fuckin' Statue
Nigga Im Quarterbackin
We Got It Fully Crackin' And Poppin'
And Showin No Signs
Of Stopin With Options
Fuck The Industry
Derive Energy
From Hennesy
Literally, I Smoke Like A Chimney
Y'all Know We Got Them Hummers Tight
We Got Them Lovers Right
They Want to Catch ya
Get Naked Begin To Spend The Night
Here You Go Some Good Advice
Come Through Steppin Light
Believe Me, Extremely Easy
To Lose Your Life
Get Em Up And Keep Em Up (X!)
They Trying To Get Me Touched
If You Gonna Swing It Nigga
Bring It I Don't Give A Fuck! (Yea!)
Better Make This Party Jump (Yea!)
Better Make This Club Bounce (Yea!)
So Take Your Shoes
Before You Step Your Ass In My House
[Chorus]
You Know It Could Happen
It Don't Happen Till It Happen
When It Happen
You Gonna Wish It Never Did
MOTHAFUCKA!
[Xzibit]
Bitch We Keep It Crackin Right
We Bring It Back To Life
Biohazard Motherfuckas
That Spreadin' Like A Parasite
We Aint The Fuckin Type
You Get The Target Site
Lee Boyd Malvo,
Can't Stop Me Now No!
Get Your Fuckin' Paper Up
We Outta Snatch It Up
Full Metal Jacket
Stay Clap Clapped In The Back Em Up
Dont Even Think About it
You Get Your Shit Rerouted
Straw For Your Food
Have You Pissin' Through A Plastic Tube
I Know You Fuckin' Hate It
We Stay Inebriated
Break out The Hennsy Bottle
Baby Your Regulated
Its Not A Fuckin Game,
You Know my Fuckin Name
I'm Number One,
With A Motherfuckin Bullet MAN!
[Chorus x2]
You Know It Could Happen
It Don't Happen Till It Happen
When It Happen
You Gonna Wish It Never Did
MOTHAFUCKA!
Beware Of Us Lyrics - xzibit (feat. Strong Arm Steady)
Yeah, Stong Arm Steady
One gang, four guns, how the West was won, let's go
[Chorus: Xzibit]
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
[Chorus]
[Strong Arm Steady - 1]
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
[Chorus]
[Strong Arm Steady - 2]
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 that and don't want it
Triple trick niggaz get sick to they stomach
Strong Arm Steady ready act like you want it - BITCH!
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
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
[Chorus]
Bewaaaaaaare of us [BLAM]
One gang, four guns, how the West was won, let's go
[Chorus: Xzibit]
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
[Chorus]
[Strong Arm Steady - 1]
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
[Chorus]
[Strong Arm Steady - 2]
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 that and don't want it
Triple trick niggaz get sick to they stomach
Strong Arm Steady ready act like you want it - BITCH!
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
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
[Chorus]
Bewaaaaaaare of us [BLAM]
Judgement Day Lyrics - xzibit
(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)
[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)
Criminal Set Lyrics - xzibit
[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"}
[Chorus]
"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"}
[Chorus]
Hey Now (Mean Muggin') Lyrics - xzibit
[Verse 1]
I'm a menace, to society baby
the police want to relocate me
they run up with gun up, but they can't faze me
they wanted to come up, but they ain't crazy got
I ride one in the chain with gun on top
Six train Chevrolet rolln' without no top
got them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop
California to Virginia, Timmy makin it hot
takin long rides in a G4 plane
X-Man to the stage got em goin insane
Yeah nigga got the world sayin my name
I'm bout to make a little change, I'm a keep it the same
X to the Z baby, run up on ya, hittin corners
Phantom platinum grill
X be the life of the party,
don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody
[Chorus]
Can you feel the speakers jumpin
other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin
Muggin in the club like they wanna do somethin
feelin kinda rowdy, huh?
Hey Now, Hey Now
All the girls mean muggin
cuz they musta seen what a girl pulled up in
In the club like they wanna do somthin
feelin kinda rowdy, huh?
Hey Now, Hey Now
[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
Wanna 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 wanna 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 wanna talk a little, pick ya brain
wanna see you in somethin little, walk around the plane
I got a lot to gain, getting my record off the ground
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]
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 wanna do somethin
feelin kinda rowdy, huh?
Hey Now, Hey Now
All the girls mean muggin
cuz they musta seen what a girl pulled up in
In the club like they wanna do somthin
feelin kinda rowdy, huh?
Hey Now, Hey Now
[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
Wanna 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 wanna 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 wanna talk a little, pick ya brain
wanna see you in somethin little, walk around the plane
I got a lot to gain, getting my record off the ground
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]
Ride Or Die Lyrics - xzibit (feat. Tone)
[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]
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]
Crazy Ho Lyrics - xzibit (feat. Butch Cassidy, Strong Arm Steady, Suga Free)
[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
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
Tough Guy Lyrics - xzibit (feat. Busta Rhymes)
[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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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