(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

mixtape: Serial Killers Vol. 1 (2013) - Xzibit (with B Real & Demrick)

• First 48
• Wanted
• Dickies & Bandanas
• In The Sky
• Doctor's In
• Legends Never Die
• No Comin' Back
• Angels Come Calling 

First 48 lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick

[Xzibit:]

Bring out the big guns, 50 Cal. headshots

Put my hand up, turn my head when the gauge pops

Serial kill shit, only that real shit, like a nigga with millions

Welcome to the headlock, captivated, you old and dated while X stay activated

You display it, let the camera roll on it

You see it, but you don't want it, smother and crush my opponents

Tyson mind state, fornicate, state to state

Thank God for section 8

I'm a freight train full of cocaine to that mainland

Half a billion staying insane is the game plan

I am not the same man that you accustomed too

Everything new, cue 7 on the avenue

[Demrick:]

I did what I had to do, longitude latitude

Fuck being a nigga half black with an attitude

Never had gratitude, young and jaded

And I guess that's why my MO is drunk and faded

The way I got here is so complicated

From way back in the day, I felt obligated

To the streets, to the roots, to the groups I came from

Never changed, kept it 100 since day one

[B-Real:]

B-Real, Cypress Hill, raw deal, stainless steel, get your whole family killed

That's for real, lips stay seamed and sealed

If looks could kill, so much blood gone spill

I fufill, nightmares live on your street

Slow creep, 4 deep, bust with more heat

The whole neighborhood got to starve when I eat

There's nothing like a skull cracking hard on the concrete

AK-47 on repeat, straight to Hell ain't no Heaven where you sleep

Obsolete, 6 deep when I creep

When I speak, people act properly

Is it the cabbage or the cash or the broccoli

Nigga I don't give a fuck cause I want all three

Wanted lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick

[B-Real:]

You wanna approach me?

Use the right protocol!

I put you to sleep like you OD'ed on Propofol

Bitches have so much gall

Now your falls coming soon

Another rapper, a tomb

Glass case, shell, doom!

You are now in tune to the greatest, the latest the waited

Diamond 'n glo, slayed it, created, they hit you brainless

You wanted me to say it

OK, it couldn't be said better!

Inspirational message and letters from go-getters

We decide whether or not we're blowing up spots

As lethal as a champion of 'King of the Dot'

Loaded and locked, exploded and rocked

Corroded your block, you drove in a shot!

The more than the prop, tied you a knot

Time on the clock, stop!

Like the stop watch cause we're top show

Like Kobe in his prime, define top notch!

Kick you in the crotch with a cheap shot

But I think not!

What you gonna do when the fucking beat stops?

[Demrick & Xzibit:]

There he go (get 'em!)

There he go (get 'em!)

There he go (get 'em!)

And anybody that's with 'em! (hit 'em!)

There he go (get 'em!)

There he go (get 'em!)

There he go (get 'em!)

And anybody that's with 'em! (hit 'em!)

I'm a wanted man, (yeah!)

Bitches got it bad (yeah!)

Haters want my life, (yeah!)

Catch me if you can! (if you can!)

Catch me if you can! (if you can!)

Catch me if you can! (if you can!)

I'm a wanted man

So catch me if you can!

[Demrick:]

Cause for that stash

I keep in that coffee can under my bed

Shit could get sacrilegious

And I lay bitches flat ray backs like practicious

A man that lacks vision is prone to make bad decisions

All I had was ambition and a mission to get out of this position

I was raised, but wasn't nobody listening

To shit I had to say, respect was only paid

If you're balling like Battier

So put that glove and bat away!

In exchange for a gun, son, point it that-a-way

Let it spray what a great way to fuck up my Saturday!

Way too young to have a drink

Way too young to have to think

Rolling 'round on half a tank

It's my uncles I had to thank!

It was them we emulate and imitate

So I'm at this 7-11 with a.357 and pale face

Let's do this beer run

Hurry up 'fore they hear something!

There he go (get 'em!)

There he go (get 'em!)

There he go (get 'em!)

And anybody that's with 'em! (hit 'em!)

There he go (get 'em!)

There he go (get 'em!)

There he go (get 'em!)

And anybody that's with 'em! (hit 'em!)

I'm a wanted man, (yeah!)

Bitches got it bad (yeah!)

Haters want my life, (yeah!)

Catch me if you can! (if you can!)

Catch me if you can! (if you can!)

Catch me if you can! (if you can!)

I'm a wanted man

So catch me if you can!

[Xzibit:]

I decapitate my enemies

Know I get paid for most of 'em

Hesitation and patience, I'm running out of both of them

Set sail, smash the champagne on the side of it

I'll Titanic you niggas

Iceberg, I hit you with the Mossberg

Sawed off nicely, in a white T

Point blank range, politely squeeze, this excites me!

I'mma live by the bullet 'til it bites me

I'm doing life, how come momma never writes me?

These real keys take time, so meticulous

Thinking at thieves, intelligence feed

My agenda is the flashback coast what's stress from the PTS

Fuck what you're saying, motherfucker

Say it with your chest!

You're being held for ransom

Citizens, our demand's a hundred million untraceable euros wrapped in plastic bags

Cause you're playing with your life

If you think I'm thinking twice

Now you walkin' to the light!

There he go (get 'em!)

There he go (get 'em!)

There he go (get 'em!)

And anybody that's with 'em! (hit 'em!)

There he go (get 'em!)

There he go (get 'em!)

There he go (get 'em!)

And anybody that's with 'em! (hit 'em!)

I'm a wanted man, (yeah!)

Bitches got it bad (yeah!)

Haters want my life, (yeah!)

Catch me if you can! (if you can!)

Catch me if you can! (if you can!)

Catch me if you can! (if you can!)

I'm a wanted man

So catch me if you can!

Dickies & Bandanas lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick (feat. Kurupt)

[Xzibit:]

New West, Old West

No, its just West

You feel me?

Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and

Dickies and bandanas

Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and

Dickies and bandanas

Yeah, I'm just calling it how I see it

Where you get that from?

Yeah, be about it if you gon be it

Where You get that from?

[Demrick:]

Too many cooks in the kitchen, way too much lying and bitching

How did you gain that position, I have your family sniffling

You should actually listen, Before you answer the question

Niggas dying for less than, giving the wrong impression

You like a signed confession, we got it all on paper

Paramedics all on faders, there's no way to contain us

You think its all entertainment, and it should end with the music

Don't be foolish, we from the ghetto, niggas liable to lose it

I'm from the land of the prove-it, if you're bout it then do it

All the drugs we be using'll have you having illusions

Where you get your style from? I guess we'll reintroduce it

We be moving like a movement you have nothing to do with

We providing sollutions, so which side is you choosing?

Here's your bandana and hammer, if they panic then shoot em

Its as simple as that, cause gangsta rapper reacts

We strike like a match and watch your infrastructure collapse

I'm in my

[Xzibit:]

Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and

Dickies and bandanas

Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and

Dickies and bandanas

Yeah, I'm just calling it how I see it

Where you get that from?

Yeah, be about it if you gon be it

Where You get that from?

Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and

Dickies and bandanas

Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and

Dickies and bandanas

Yeah, lowriders, [?] -riders with kits

Where you get that from?

Heavy-handed, hard than a bitch

Where you get that from?

[Kurupt:]

Have you ever seen a maniac in all black?

Khaki suit, allocute, parking lot, pop and shoot

No witnesses witness this, black khaki suit

Bandana, Komanwel? Scanner and a bandana

Tied around a handle and a clip, click, bandana

Tied around the banana clip, get clipped and ran up

On your homies like "What it is?" the last man standing

You know who I am: I'm Gotti, the last man standing

With a cannon, picture it like a Canon camera

On the block like hood, I'm in motion, rollercoasting

Westcoasting for nothing, approach them and body roast them

Chuck's not giving a fuck, socking the niggas closest

What's happening homie? Is that right?

You the one to stand up for your hood tonight?

You the one that's gonna make wrong the right?

Instantaneously we take flight

Ain; t nothing can be better, there's nothing worse

The homies won't take off unless I take off first

Disperse, experts on work that works to lay niggas down

Like wax and exerts and spurts, motherfucker we in

[Xzibit:]

Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and

Dickies and bandanas

Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and

Dickies and bandanas

Yeah, I'm just calling it how I see it

Where you get that from?

Yeah, be about it if you gon be it

Where You get that from?

Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and

Dickies and bandanas

Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and

Dickies and bandanas

Yeah, lowriders, [?] -riders with kits

Where you get that from?

Heavy-handed, hard than a bitch

Where you get that from?

[B-Real:]

I'm spitting venom, the critics I end them, you can lend them

Your heart, but there's no way to stop me once I'm gaining momentum

I'm elevated, my weapon is calibrated

I'm hated by haters who hated because they never made it

I'm validated by those, who sat and waited

For yours truly, foolishly thinking that you debated my flows

Calculated, evaluated, but still you never know

How we manage to murder the microphone, man I'm in the zone

Competition is none, I'm on this mission so run

Overshadowed you fuckers cause I'm eclipsing the Sun

Don't try to lift up your gun, no need to be dumb

Jury is hung, I'm killing you fucking busters for fun

That's how we get it done, method is flawless and some of you saw this coming

[?] are humming in the city, bitches are bumming

I'm the thief in the night, right

Your blinded by the light, tight

Taking it light, you don't get out my sight

I'm in my

[Xzibit:]

Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and

Dickies and bandanas

Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and

Dickies and bandanas

Yeah, I'm just calling it how I see it

Where you get that from?

Yeah, be about it if you gon be it

Where You get that from?

Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and

Dickies and bandanas

Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and

Dickies and bandanas

Yeah, lowriders, [?] -riders with kits

Where you get that from?

Heavy-handed, hard than a bitch

Where you get that from?

In The Sky lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick

Yeah

This is empty bottle rap

I'm not a role model, You can go ahead and follow that

Road to the unknown, all you gotta do is swallow that pill

And watch how you feel, baby just relax

Detach from the norm

Prepare for the storm

Sober up and relapse, I'll be back in the morn'

I'm just playing I'm high, get up in the zone

She a nine, but in my mind she a centerfold

And many chose, the path to sobriety

But stoned is the way I walk, through society

Momma said, "Son is you high? Don't lie to me"

I told her no, but she still beat the hell up outta me

Parallel reality, drained in my salary

Smokin' more than I'm selling, how can this be true?

So now I'm sippin' on that 100 proof

Gettin' loose, I love to get faded

What can you do?

I'm high up in the sky

And I can't come down

No, no

I'm lost up in this world

And I can't come down

No, no

I used to roll the blue coupe, claiming that soo woo

No mercy for others, brother - that means you too

No regards for you and yours

Pullin' out the '44, put you on the floor

Face down; true story boy

The streets got an appetite, and it's never satisfied

Boulevard of broken dreams, but they'll never shatter mine

I own it and I'm glad it's mine

It's swing batter time, I'm going for the fences

Your opinion doesn't matter I'm, still rollin' thick as hell

Trigger finger's quick as well, I'm lookin' for the higher ground

I can make my pockets swell

Believe me when I say these streets are bloody, It ain't a game

Money, fortune, and fame are all callin' my name

And I can hear it in the background, as I lay the track down

Put the sack down, Po-po's are on the crackdown

I let the mic guide me, my pen is mighty

The track is like a woman screaming, "I want you inside me"

I'm high up in the sky

And I can't come down

No, no

I'm lost up in this world

And I can't come down

No, no

I used to be the dope man

Baking soda, cocaine

Copped a quarter ki' at the time, thought I'm so paid

Never thought twice, in hindsight, I was lucky

I never did time, the one time never touched me

Taurus nine millimeter, ridin' in the front seat

Trust me, chop yo fuckin' ass in to lunch meat

Did my first drive-by, my girlfriend drivin'

In her mom's 4 Taurus, my niggas, I'm not lying

I'm lion-hearted, my instinct: king of the castle

I gotta be a dick, 'cause I'm surrounded by assholes

What more can I ask for?

Break neck diligence

Fast forward, to brains all over your dashboard

The landlord, let the hammer fall on the tenants

Got evicted from the game, 'cause your heart's not in it

And you're so dimwitted

When you spit it, man you don't go get it

Audio, hustlers, serial killin'

I'm high up in the sky

And I can't come down

No, no

I'm lost up in this world

And I can't come down

No, no

Doctor's In lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick (feat. Hopsin)

The doctor's in, the joint lights

I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights

My vision's blown, I'm having new sights

Man, fuck this world

True blood, but the truth bites

Stings like a slice, whenever they bring up the rice

You thinkin' twice, I'm on some mad shit

Like Old Spice

My stalker's in, and it's real life

See I'm a rolling stone, throwin' stones real nice

And glass houses, rockin' by the thousands

Sparkin' many ounces, as the beat bounces

I got winnin' in my blood, I'm a champion

People show me love 'cause I'm the highest in the pantheon

You say this can't be life, I say what's real is real

You can dream it, see it, taste it

Why you fuckin' waste it?

Grab the lick and paste it, while you searchin' for me

Check my inventory, history, and real glory

The weed had brought him luck, I'm from the bottom up

I take the haters, put a stompin' on those rotten fucks

The doctor's in, the joint lights

I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights

My vision's blown, I'm having new sights

Man, fuck this world

True blood, but the truth bites

The doctor's in, the joint lights

I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights

My vision's blown, I'm having new sights

Man, fuck this world

True blood, but the truth bites

I hit my dock, fill my script, then I dip

[?] then I twist

Gettin' drunk off a fifth

That's everyday shit, I go to the grave with

But as long as I'm alive Imma rise for that grave shift

And I came from the pavement to makin' that A list

My reefers stay lit and these niggas I came with

Is the same ones that always been down from the jump

Ain't talkin' 'bout speakers when there's pounds in the trunk

The truth bites, I'm just trying not let it leave a mark

I played my part, each verse I pierce like a work of art

Niggas actin' hard, no time for the back and forth

This world's gonna give me exactly what I've been asking for

I'm about to fuck it raw, with no Magnum on

And leave my kids to roam this earth, like a vagabond

The doctor's in, the joint lights

I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights

My vision's blown, I'm having new sights

Man, fuck this world

True blood, but the truth bites

The doctor's in, the joint lights

I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights

My vision's blown, I'm having new sights

Man, fuck this world

True blood, but the truth bites

Nigga the doctor's in, ready to plot revenge to catch your oxygen

Fuck with me that's the consequence

Shoulda followed your conscience bitch

I'm on a pedestal higher than B-Real off his ganja hits

I love to contradict

'Cause a nigga too nice when I'm on my monster shit

No secret that I'm ready to kill, barely appealed but I'm barely [?]

Can't be concealed

Starving rappers into pieces and then they get left in the field

Except for this real, invest in this shield

Before you niggas try to step to the skill

I'm built as heavy as steel

Got all of you scared to me it's a definite thrill

Nuttin' you can tell me, ain't nobody who can help me

I'm a Nightmare on Elm Street, lifestyle's unhealthy

I pull a [?] to my phone take a selfie

Oh my God who the hell's he?

Oh shit that's me staring back in the mirror

Got a hit list full of wack MCs

So you better believe I get the package delivered

That's what happens to niggas, when they mess with a lunatic

Imma cause ruckus in mothafuckas, when I bust this tough shit

Homeboy you'll never get used to

This, keep yourself at a distance from me

I'm an embarrassing hooligan, finna fuck the game

Scored a couple of sperm cells inside so they rest in the uterus

The doctor's in, the joint lights

I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights

My vision's blown, I'm having new sights

Man, fuck this world

True blood, but the truth bites

The doctor's in, the joint lights

I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights

My vision's blown, I'm having new sights

Man, fuck this world

True blood, but the truth bites

Legends Never Die lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick (feat. Easy MoneyST)

Legends never

[Ea$y Money:]

Ever since the day I got old

They told me I would never make it this long

Now years after the day that I'm gone

They'll be playing my songs and my name will live on

When everybody thought that I was insane

I stood tall after all that have came

So let the good Lord call on my name

'Cause I done rep I'm working the game

[Ea$y Money & Xzibit:]

We never die

Never die!

We just live on

Live on, live on

We never die

Never die!

We just live on

[Xzibit:]

Yea, I'm a cowboy steppin clear

With a pistol pointblank behind your right ear

Yea because fear is not a option

Say my name 3 times – I appear with a shotgun

Now what you motherfuckers want from me?

I'm from the gutter, I'm medicated by drug money

Take everything, there ain't nothing else you could take from me

Never break from you niggas, swinging until my hands bloody

Time flies, dreams die, people lose faith

Tryna hide behind a lie with a straight face

Buzz kill, boots on the ground 'cause I'm straight lace

Fuck love, never needed love in the first place

[Ea$y Money & Xzibit:]

Legends never... die

Never die!

We just live on

Live on, live on

We never die

Never die!

We just live on

[B-Real:]

So many doubted so little time

So many haters coming to mind

Later for waste 'cause moments to bind

Because I would never look back and regretted this fucking life

Around, I do it for the ones who supported the dream

And making every second of their life as a part of my team

It take the heart of a lion, the crown of a king

Bring up a throne and you keep the frame in mind but you singing my songs

Still serial kill the bullshit, spit up the thrills

And if you will, you're not the killer, for real I be dealing

The run of the mill, with no skill, top Billy the dun

That's why I reply

[Ea$y Money & Xzibit:]

Legends never... die

Never die!

We just live on

Live on, live on

We never die

Never die!

We just live on

[Xzibit:]

Yea, I was born to live forever

I am legend, gather my thoughts and line em up together

Feel like pulling my own Beretta put it to my head

Better days ahead, left for dead with my daily bread

Yea, I'll cause a slaughter in your tabernacle

I storm your castle and guillotined your queen

Los Angeles to the rotten apple

I'm playing tackle

Giving concussions cold like going to war with the Russians

Starving like my ribs and my stomach is touching

I'm filthy as a pig, all this drinking and fuckin

It's just my destiny til the death of me, stand and deliver

Confessions of an unapologetic serial killer

Legends never... die

We just live on

We never die

No Comin' Back lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick

Now I wanna get high

Some rollin and smokin

Poppin and drinkin

And stop for the thinking

And hop in this lincoln and let's roll

And I ain't talkin about the pills we pop so let's go

The block that I got

So hot, I call it off in a stow

That's what we gotta hit him to digit, you know

And I let it get high cause it often expose

The real in a man what they stand-in for

Say I'm bout to overdose like Anna Nicole

Plus the devil already got one hand on my soul

Should I stand on my toes?

Cause I'm walkin on the tight road

Thin line between yours and mine when they not blow

And you can die slow...

Get smoked like hydro

Then I'ma bounce like hydros

And I know that it just ain't right

But as long as I can sleep at night!

Ain't no comin back from that

You tryna do me wrong put my name in a song

Ain't no comin back from that

I'm so goddamn high mind all up in the sky

Ain't no coming back from that

25 for the ale no parole no bail

Ain't no coming back from that

Two shots in the head - flatline and you dead

AINT NO COMIN BACK!

I make yo blocks pop off

The streets locked off

When the heats cocked off

Goes a body to the morgue

Got the best kush money can afford

So if you think about jackin

We gotta send you home to the law

You can see us when we out on tour

With everybody flippin in the place

Niggas can't keep our pace

And you don't wanna see the heater chilling by my waste

But if you gotta most likely it'll bleed your face

Take a chill pill for-real, we break ya will

I'm the bullet in the gunshot by ill bill

I'm assassin with the hustler skill

Off the hill when the crosshairs homie

One shot one kill

And it's a one way trip in your lesson

Start running jack

You like mason career - it's no comin back

It goes click-clack

This shit's on track

Learn how to act or we twist ya shit

BITCH!

Laa laa la-laa laa

Laa laa la-laa laa

Ain't no comin back from that

You tryna do me wrong put my name in a song

Ain't no comin back from that

I'm so goddamn high mind all up in the sky

Ain't no coming back from that

25 for the ale no parole no bail

Ain't no coming back from that

Two shots in the head - flatline and you dead

Aint no comin back!

To the day before negotiations

Don't waste no breath no conversations

No price no lefts I lay and win game

2 - 2 - 3 rounds, kick your face in

Men, I should have seen it comin

Behind your eyes I can see your mind racing -

Heart sink to your weak stomach!

You not from it

I'm sam bada summer

I'm a franchise built from the gutter, thinking

I'm a million dollar vocal with a grip

So why I'm in here fucking with this 20-dollar bitch

Ignorant bliss-a-bish like a black hole

I disappear with a dinosaur, get strong

So strong make the homies make housecalls

Answer or not - yo block gets knocked off

Chopped off, no time for apologies - words are done

Cause you can't take it back when they pull a nigga gun!

Ain't no comin back from that

You tryna do me wrong put my name in a song

Ain't no comin back from that

I'm so goddamn high mind all up in the sky

Ain't no coming back from that

25 for the ale no parole no bail

Ain't no coming back from that

Two shots in the head - flatline and you dead

AINT NO COMIN BACK!