Niños lyrics - Aczino & Xzibit

Yoh-eh
Yeah-oh
With my mother fuckin' macho

La calle no es un juego de niños
Hasta los niños, jalan el gatillo
Te ciegan con el brillo del cuchillo
Construyen casa nada más con un ladrillo

La calle no es un juego de niños
Hasta los niños, jalan el gatillo
Te ciegan con el brillo del cuchillo
Construyen casa' nada más con un ladrillo

Luces de semáforo iluminan el asfalto
Vecinos en ventanas atestiguan los asaltos
En un sistema falto, los altos mandos nunca van a poner alto
Los que tienen contactos, siempre salen intactos
Solo verdaderos mantienen el pacto
Aquí se hacen tratos, sin firmar formato
La palabra vale mucho más que un contrato (¡Woh!)
Algunos solo se dejan llevar (¡Qué más!)
La calle lo lleva pal' camino del mal (¡Qué más!)
Los devora los colmillos de la ciudad (¡Qué más!)
No les da un respiro ni oportunidad (¡What!)
Un día estas abajo otro día en primera (¡Yeah!)
Un día tienes todo y otro no hay una moneda (¡Nah!)
La vida no esta comprada no sabes lo que te espera (Yo-Yo-Yoh)
Todo cambia como las serpientes y escaleras

La calle no es un juego de niños
Hasta los niños, jalan el gatillo
Te ciegan con el brillo del cuchillo
Construyen casa' nada más con un ladrillo

La calle no es un juego de niños
Hasta los niños, jalan el gatillo
Te ciegan con el brillo del cuchillo
Construyen casa' nada más con un ladrillo

We a long way aways from them old days
We advanced, we evolved done with them old ways
Hit 'em with an avalanche stuck in them hallways
Move like the unit gang rules and well paid
You won't ever believe what we got on the block
To go to war with (Boom)
Chain guns, bring Jhon Wick you won't do shit
Gangsta moves happen to the kids to get used to
What don't happen in they face, they watchin' it on youtube
Desperate people do dumb shit
They will shoot you
Load up everything
Make it connect like a bluetooth
Coked out bitches can hoola-hoop with a fruit loop
Bitches that keister contraband in they poop shoots
I remember serving cocaine with a duece duece
God honest truth, all my dogs get loose
So we only going up
Never back down
I will knock you face off your face
For the sack now
Aczino

La calle no es un juego de niños
Hasta los niños, jalan el gatillo
Te ciegan con el brillo del cuchillo
Construyen casa' nada más con un ladrillo

La calle no es un juego de niños
Hasta los niños, jalan el gatillo
Te ciegan con el brillo del cuchillo
Construyen casa' nada más con un ladrillo

Suenan las sirenas de patrullas y ambulancias
Los dos andan en busca de sustancias
Pero en diferentes circunstancias y todo por las ganancias
Algunos viven en desgracia y solamente comen ansias
Viven en otra galaxia, más pastillas que la farmacia
Sueños que se escapan por la coladera
Cuerpos que se encuentran por la carretera
Ya no sale el sol, ni en la primavera
Ya fue un día bueno con que no me muera
Ten cuidado a quien le entregas tu confianza
Porque luego tendrás que salir con fianza
Aquí murió primero la esperanza el mundo se mueve a base de transas
La calle no es un juego de niños
Hasta los niños, jalan el gatillo
Te ciegan con el brillo del cuchillo
Construyen casa' nada más con un ladrillo

La calle no es un juego de niños
Hasta los niños, jalan el gatillo
Te ciegan con el brillo del cuchillo
Construyen casa' nada más con un ladrillo
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Runway Walk lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Young De)

The runway walk
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na
The runway walk
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na
The runway walk

Let me see your runway walk
Make your heels click, make the runway talk
Come on
Pretty-ass women taking pictures
They never come outside until they look vicious

Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?

My party chick want moscato out the bottle
My Mary Jane wanna fly like Lois Lane
My sober chick just wants some good
I got it all, so tell me, how could I complain?
Ain't no need to reconsider the pick of the litters here
They had one hell of a night, we had a hell of a year
The camera light, bright, flash white as veneers
You ain't never thinkin' twice when your vision is clear
We gon' dummy dummy with plenty of money to spend
Honey, honey, if you love me, then bring one of your friends in
And let's take shots, no chasers, call it memory erasers, play the blame game later

The runway walk
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na
The runway walk
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na
The runway walk

Let me see your runway walk
Make your heels click, make the runway talk
Come on
Pretty-ass women taking pictures
They never come outside until they look vicious

Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?

Now I'm the beast from the West, so you best beware
I don't care to lock 'em down, I knock 'em down in pairs
On the couch, in the bed, kitchen counter, or stairs
Wherever you want it, baby, I'm taking you there
The way you walk in them heels, beyond sex appeal
Beyond any type of feeling you get from taking a pill
I don't care if they're real, could care less if they're fake
I like the way that you move and the way you're making it shake
Casually dating ball players that bore you to death
Feel like I'm digging for oil, you feel it up in your chest
Love the way that you dressing, God bless you, girl
Now go and show your sexy ass to the rest of the world

The runway walk
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na
The runway walk
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na
The runway walk

Let me see your runway walk
Make your heels click, make the runway talk
Come on
Pretty-ass women taking pictures
They never come outside until they look vicious

Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?

Na-na, na-na, na-na
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Shroomz Pt. II lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Everlast)

[Everlast:]
Oh this tastes like shit
Oh, that's awful

[Xzibit:]
Whitey Ford takes the flows, y'all
See I'm about to have the time of my life, Bacardi on ice
Live from Los Angeles, it's Saturday night
While others staty tight we're looking for some parties to crash
I never bounce, rock and splash without my Alkaholik stash
I scooped the homie Tash, introduce me to Everlast
He know where the bitches move fast so we can have a blast

[Everlast (Xzibit):]
I think you know my man Sadat from the Nubian crew
And I can see you're rolling tight with the Likwit too, yeah
I make room for every crew whose beats be booming
I know you puffing some weed but are you down with some shrooming
(Shrooming, hell nah, that's what the white boys be doing)
I got room in the jeep, we can mash a few down
Eat a few bags of shit and we could mash up a town
See I know this spot where them things will be hot
We guarantee at least two chickens up in every pot
So whatcha want (whatcha got), ay yo, eat some of these
And thrust us all up, you'll be cool like a breeze

[Xzibit (Everlast):]
Brought me back some orange juice, two vitamin C's
And the look on my face look like a painful disease
They tasted awful but by that time I had a jawful
(Just chill, ten minutes and it's all downhill)
Downhill, how does it feel, how long does it take to work
Am I gonna fry my disk, does it make my stomach hurt
Captain Kirk pulled into the night club parking lot
The line was aroudn the block, hurry up and find a spot
Straight to the bar drinking hennessey and orange juice
I gotta be trippin', that bitch just melted through the floor

[Everlast (Xzibit):]
Yo, either I'm high or I think that I'm dreaming
Don't take this shot wrong, but X you look like a demon (what)
And I might start scremaing, I think I might puke (yeah)
Cause I just heard a voice saying use the voice Luke, what the fuck

[Xzibit:]
Brothers and sisters walking by that I recognize
Feeling hypnotized, Peoples Dilated changing sides
To my surprise we didn't even have to scrap tonight
Higher than kites, staring at lights, this a other type of high

[Everlast:]
My mouth was dry, I forgot how to breathe
And I just saw some shit that you wouldn't believe
With this bomb, baby palm, ain't no tricks up my sleeve
Let me slide up in this mix, get some chicks and we'll leave

[Xzibit:]
We be stumblin' straight from the bar, straight to the car
Feeling like my feet getting stuck to the street
Went to my house smokin' trees, playing video games
Everlast, a couple of homies, a couple of days

[Everlast:]
It was me, X and Tash, we was smokin' a J
With this girl named Michelle, and her friend Chantay
Pumpin' Straight Outta Compton by N-W-A
Am I talking out loud or just thinkin' this way

[Xzibit:]
Damn I can't find my keys, chickens ready to leave
They're ready to bounce, yo I think we smoked the whole ounce
I'm roaming the house, finding my words hard to pronounce
Talking to myself, see Mariah Gage on the shelf
For everything stays deep, I shoulda known all the cases
Twenty-five lightnings is what Xzibit is facin'
If somebody catch a slug at my house
That's the last time I ever put some stupid ass drugs in my mouth
Pulled a fifty, unloaded the gage, at least I thought so
Except I kept one in the chamber for Vinnie ?
That's what I forgot, that's what I lost
When I pointed the barrel at the floor and the gauge went off
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The Mad In The Game (Madden 2001 Theme) lyrics - Xzibit

Hahhhh! Yeah!
Ladies and gentlemen, yeah! 2001!

Look I'm better than you and I can prove it
Set up your best defense I run through it
Check out the play by play with John Madden
Xzibit and EA Sports we come smashin'
Yeah! Its all in the game
Let me explain, bringing the fame
You can set it off in the rain, set it off in the snow
Forth down and one to go
Run your own franchise boilin' with Team Ecko
I'm here for one thing to smash the other team
Breaking you down, everything you pass is out of bounds and incomplete
Ecko unlimited athletes making you stumble and fumble
Your offense in deep trouble
Yeah!

In that field, feel the power! (Yeah, yeah!)
Only thing you hittin' is the ground in the showers (Uhhh)
Playbook full of technique I'm playing for keeps (Yeah)
Mouthpiece, put on your pads and tighten your clets (Ahhhhhhhha!)
In that field, feel the power! (Yeah)
Only thing you hittin' is the ground in the showers (Uhhh)
Playbook full of technique I'm playing for keeps
Mouthpiece, put on your pads and tighten your clets (Yeah)

Check the stats the numbers don't lie
Your quaterback throw lame ducks that don't fly
22 players with a passion to play
Top of Madden football at home always
Brought to you live by EA Sports
Try to rush for the first down but still fell short (Yeah!)
You hear the support from thousands of fans (*crowd cheering*)
Up in the stands pushin' off Superbowl plans
You will contact EA Sports you realize the facts (Yeah)
You might have kicked it off or caught the ball and ran it back
Welcome to the dog house you getting blown out
After the game you see the Madden bus rollin' out
Yeah!

In that field, feel the power! (Yeah!)
Only thing you hittin' is the ground in the showers (cmon)
Playbook full of technique I'm playing for keeps
Mouthpiece, put on your pads and tighten your clets (Ahhhhhhhha!)
In that field, feel the power! (Uhhh)
Only thing you hittin' is the ground in the showers (Yeah)
Playbook full of technique I'm playing for keeps
Mouthpiece, put on your pads and tighten your clets

Yeah
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What You Can't C lyrics - Xzibit

Let me roll somethin' witcha
Let me smoke somethin' witcha
Let me light this up
Let me blow somethin' withca

Let me roll somethin' witcha
Let me smoke somethin' witcha
Let me light this up
Let me blow somethin' withca

Mr X to the Z dog, I had to do it
Locked the game down like Martha Stewart
Like a big bodied Mercedes, get into it
This ain't no luck of the draw, I'm supposed to do it
They say we're in the last days so I stay with the bottle
And stay swingin' for the fifths like its no tomorrow
Make a nigga trade hard like I'm custom model
Each one, teach one, we gonna lead, so follow
Niggas soft like avocado, trying to hold bravado
My tips be hollow, some real hard shit to swallow
It's the S.A.S express don't get caught on the tracks
We got no brakes we just break backs
We came in broke, now we got to leave with the whole stack
Get slapped get smoked like a dope sack
Cannabis and cheeba on the block with a heater
Like if I can't sell mine, y'all can't neither

You can read me in the magazines
Or watch me on the TV screen
If you ever tryin' to take for me
That's gon' be the last day you breath
Nobody here rides for free
You fuckin' with a real O.G
I stick 'n move like a young Ali
You can't hit what you can't see.... (me, me)

Let me roll somethin' witcha
Let me smoke somethin' witcha
Let me light this up
Let me blow somethin' withca

To all my niggas drinkin' Cool-O
Gettin' bent in prison
Watchin' the game, they can't stop us from livin'
I was givin' the direction but I never took it
The path was crooked and cracked so I learned to cook it
It's the black [?], the world on his back
Animal instinct, adjust to my habitat
Any situation, react
You get manhandled and slapped down, mean not fuckin' around
I think big like the heart that rests in my chest
Fuck punk motherfuckers that pray for my death
Niggas want me to show love, but ain't none left
Won't speak no names, I won't waste my breath
Got too much stamina, too much energy
Strengthen capabilities to crush my enemies
And that feelin' brings me peace and tranquility
Real estate, power, sports cars in Italy

You can read me in the magazines
Or watch me on the TV screen
If you ever tryin' to take for me
That's gon' be the last day you breath
Nobody here rides for free
You fuckin' with a real O.G
I stick 'n move like a young Ali
You can't hit what you can't see...(me, me)

Let me roll somethin' witcha
Let me smoke somethin' witcha
Let me light this up
Let me blow somethin' withca

Another nigga like Xzibit just can't be found
I eliminate dead weight slowin' me down
Don't know how to back down only hold my ground
Check the resume
They just cock it and spray
Ya'll niggas just sloppy and gay, get hit with a K
Stand trial for murder and lock me away
Throwin' bows like Anthony Pillar
For my foes, bullet hoes through ya clothes and that fake Chinchilla
For all my niggas in the hustle, celebrate ya life
Fucking Bush administration tryin' to take your life
X man exchange the data, hate the hater
Hit the earth so hard leaving cracks and craters
Niggas wanna spend money on hats and gaters
Hoes in Vegas they gotta have chrome and dames
But don't wanna do a third of the work
I built an empire from dirt
I put you in a world of hurt...fucker!!!

You can read me in the magazines
Or watch me on the TV screen
If you ever tryin' to take for me
That's gon' be the last day you breath
Nobody here rides for free
You fuckin' with a real O.G
I stick 'n move like a young Ali
You can't hit what you can't see...(me, me)
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With God lyrics - Locksmith, Xzibit & Ras Kass (feat. Brevi)

Beware the company that you keep (God!)

I was raised in a different era (What?)
The set of values that y'all use could never pair us (Yeah)
Y'all confuse celebrity with integrity
So I regrettably, readily expose what's in the mirror
Bitch nigga, what the bidness is?
Fake rappers do more damage than any minstrel did
Now the fairer skin has been peppered in, the era ends
They done got better at coonin' than most these niggas is (Damn)
Step and fetch some recognition
Do we really like this shit, or just victims of repetition?
If we record pitchin', they pickin' the least, most definitive (Nah)
I don't follow trends, they purposefully try to limit his
Let's eliminate the label from the genre (Yeah)
Let the labels lactate fate in the form of karma (What?)
If you calmly disagree then they label you as a problem (Uh)
I'ma be a thorn in they side 'til they embalm him, God

We walk with God
Beware the company you keep
Been here too long
Keep all their wickedness from me

Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh
Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh

I was raised with respect
So I live by a code that was laid by the vets
When y'all niggas pay homage to your ancestors
When y'all niggas be honest, you let the man get ya
Tap Dancin', man-tannin' and spoon slappin'
Bandwagonin' and hand slappin' the grand dragon
I hate the fact that I was right
When ten percent of the weak shit is hoggin' up the light
And why it's only poor niggas pourin' up the Sprite?
I survived the struggle, I'm blessed, driven and humble
When I pour libations, I usually make it a double, yeah (Ooh-ooh)
'Cause I came from King T
I emcee, I kill rappers and think backwards
So it's like you're fucked, catch fakes between takes and I'll touch y'all up
Let's loop the beat breaks, watch me fuck y'all up
That's on God we trust, Xzibit

We walk with God
Beware the company you keep
Been here too long
Keep all their wickedness from me

Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh
Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh

'Murica to the motherland, our future is backwards
Black shores, hijacked Moors became the crack whores
Rap offs, what snitches gettin' stacks for?
Marcus Garvey, Black Star, pilot the Blackbird
Only real ones come aboard, we don't want accord
We accept Jesus like you love the Lord
Born again, like Jason Ultimatum
They can't control the prophesy, so they hate him
Underrate him
I read the haters DNA verbatim (Whoo)
Electrocute a nigga like Raiden
This is called rap, y'all sayin' we too lyrical?
That's like making square basketballs, not spherical (Facts)
Master say some dumb shit, get repeated by jigaboos
You dumb nigga, you, pen hit you like whips
Or the spindle do, then make your physical flip
Inventing more styles with more bows in this bitch

We walk with God
Beware the company you keep
Been here too long
Keep all their wickedness from me

Walk with God
Keep all their wickedness from me
Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh
Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh
Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh
Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh
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Napalm (2012)



















 

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State Of Hip-Hop vs. Xzibit lyrics - Xzibit

 [Xzibit & Alonzo from Training Day (2001):]

Yeah, you wanna get shit done, you gotta get it done yourself

Holy Shit

Breathe

Yeah

Breath, there you go

Hahaha

Breath, dawg

Yeah!

Let it go

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, huh

Yeah, go

Go

Yes

Breathe


Man, I'm talkin' about that '64 rag-top

Clean with the back racked

Everything matte black, colder than a six pack

You know what the fuck it is and what I came to do

Now put your hands up in the air like I'm about to shoot

My agenda is here, crystal perfectly clear

Breathe apocalypse in, we have nothin' to fear

We have nothin' to lose, pressure applyin' the rules

Bust on a motherfucker and knock him up out of his shoes

That's what my coast love, good money, great drugs

Every bad bitch you can think of

Swagged out, loced out, flamed on, purve out

Shit faced from shots, your words come slurred out

Better put the word out, modified and mediocre

I'ma bust it down, serve 'em like a bunch of smokers

You can fuck around, rounds get to flyin'

Know I asked your little mind, "Is your pride worth dying over?"


Yeah

Order in the court, this what you came to see?

The state of hip hop versus Mr. X to the Z

Now the verdict is in, this the moment of truth

Fightin' the fight of my life, jury ready to shoot

I be my own attorney, prosecution try to burn me down

Testimony, testifyin' from the underground

Order in the court, this what you came to see?

The state of hip hop versus Mr. X to the Z


I create in the dark, darkest place in my heart

I finish off what you started, terror, I tear you apart

I am not for them games, I'm the climb to the change

Thread the eye of the needle, that means accurate aim

That means I can arrange heinous and hideous things

I'm the sickness you feel, seconds from poppin' a vein

Paranormal presence that people can never explain

Why deal with the devil when dealin' with you is the same?

I got a proposition for all you bitches listenin'

Get in position, let me nail it like a crucifixion

Give you what you've been missin'

A man in my condition shouldn't be allowed around crowds without supervision

Call it a superstition, can't get this out my system

I got a fetish for fuckin' over my opposition

It's time to set the standard, the mother ship has landed

We didn't come here in peace, we came to take the planet


Yeah

Order in the court, this what you came to see?

The state of hip hop versus Mr. X to the Z

Now the verdict is in, this the moment of truth

Fightin' the fight of my life, jury ready to shoot

I be my own attorney, prosecution try to burn me down

Testimony, testifyin' from the underground

Order in the court, this what you came to see?

The state of hip hop versus Mr. X to the Z


I come out with them wolves, they came out with them tools

To elevate you out the earth's gravitational pull

This is not for the weak, this that work for the streets

Mr. X to the Z, motherfuck what you think

Motherfuck what you blog, this for my locs and my dogs

Standin' tall, still callin' shots from behind the wall

I've been tried and I'm true, reassemble my group

Carry on tradition, position I'm put here to do

Make movements, monumental, I done made some improvements

You can check my credentials, told to never pursue it

If I listen to critics, there would be no Xzibit

Dreams battered and broken, never breakin' my spirit

Listen close, you can hear it, the footsteps of the future

Ain't no time like the present, leave the past and excuses

Fucked on everything walkin', now I keep it exclusive

You just soft as acoustic, this that real nigga music

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Everything lyrics - Xzibit

 I was on the block pitching rocks at fifteen

I remember underage drinking at sixteen

Let my nuts hang, Cali bang at seventeen

Now I got everything, bitch, I got everything


My back was to the wall, risked it all, after all, all I had was me

Just tenacity, some old weed with some swisha sweets

Now everything I ride around got a captain seat

Fuck y'all dry, sawed-off and done rapidly

Partner, now let's be honest, ain't got no good intentions

The opportunist it's you moving in my position

But I'm a heavyweight, humble, hitting the heavy bag

Waiting for the day I stumble across your fucking ass

Instead I push the work in, chin up and chest out

Picking the shit up where I left off

You went soft and sensitive, too timid to tangle with the Lost Angel

I admit it, I bull shit and gave you the wrong angle

Now I have a seat at my table, let me do you the business

Diversify you millions, you can live off the interest

Make every revenue stream flood, see where it took me

And make that money stack higher than giraffe's pussy


I was on the block pitching rocks at fifteen

I remember underage drinking at sixteen

Let my nuts hang, Cali bang at seventeen

Now I got everything, bitch, I got everything


I used to have a Glock that I would shoot through a backpack

So it wouldn't leave no shells at the scene

When I was getting my gift-back

Yeah, this for the homie whack, roll through and chop it up

On hard to make the west divided a united front

Burn big, light it up, waiting on that vending truck

So I can crush the corner, welcome to California

Where people fake it 'till they make it

Or take it with a hand gun

Take your chances, swing, try to land one

Now you're in the box like a Samsung, I march through the madness

My symphony deliver something classic

Either you ironclad or you plastic, jumped in or drafted

Either way, you got to salute the flag, who you rollin' with?

I acknowledge honest with whole heart and integrity

People keep telling me I'm about to catch a felony

Stage presence, reminiscent of a flashbang

Gave my girl a son and my last name


I was on the block pitching rocks at fifteen

I remember underage drinking at sixteen

Let my nuts hang, Cali bang at seventeen

Now I got everything, bitch, I got everything


They're talking about they locked up in a coop in the mansion

I'm saying you can't knock me off the square that I stand in

Nobody gave me nothing, this is just where I landed

'Cause now I got everything, bitch, I got everything


Motherfucker, my livin' room look like a drive in

When I open my eyes a bunch of bitches play violins

Nothing but respect when I walk through the lions den

Because I kill everything, bitch, I kill everything

Nothing ever compares with the strength of a free mind

You find the most dangerous weapon ever acquired by mankind

Use it too fight for your freedom and oppress your oppressors

When you mold them and lead them, fuck a positive message

This is a lifetime of lessons, boiled down to the essence

There's no payment for passage, my immaculate presence

Make every revenue stream flood, look where it took me

And make that money stack higher than giraffe pussy


I was on the block pitching rocks at fifteen

I remember underage drinking at sixteen

Let my nuts hang, Cali bang at seventeen

Now I got everything, bitch, I got everything

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Something More lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Prodigy)

 Something more, something more than faith

Something more, something more than fairytales

The story of a little star, looking for a place to shine his light

At first he'd gone astray, but now he found his way

And so he shines the brightest in the sky


[Xzibit:]

I designed an oasis, wide open spaces

Butt naked bitches having sexual relations

Major operation, let me take conversations

Sensitive intel, pay attention to detail

Yeah, design the flat, not your vital signs

AC, DC, alkaline, whichever type of battery you got in your back

Gon' be removed when the clips get slapped

You and your bitch get slapped, damn, it's good to be back


Something more, something more than faith

Something more, something more than fairytales

The story of a little star, looking for a place to shine his light

At first he'd gone astray, but now he found his way

And so he shines the brightest in the sky


[Prodigy:]

My hip hop is outstanding, outlasting

All of these dwarf stars, they fizz a lot fast week

Burn like the sun and you suck like a black hole

Suck in my style and get over my flagpole

These colors don't run, we attract to

Drama like madness, you wanna get your head flew

Incredible bars, I show 'em how to rhyme

I'm not the average, no in fact I'm

Super rap killer, extremely great spitter

Make a dope, hit a door, solve the queen's riddler

Sinister, ill enough to bang with the sickest

So get up and get down with the sickness

This is something more than just songs

I wish upon the stars, pray to God that I come with

Better lines than them, to crush their dreams

And attempts at my sport when I do this thing


Something more than faith

The story of a little star, looking for a place to shine his light

At first he'd gone astray, but now he found his way

And so he shines the brightest in the sky


[Xzibit:]

What you know about death, money and sacrifice?

What you know about people scheming to take your life?

I'm tryna tell you, what know about these Cali G's?

That mister penitentiary invested movement on a bigger better day

What you know about the harder man?

We paint the art of war to decorate the promised land

You understand, it's in my nature not to walk away

Cause I'm a beast, my beats'll open up your chest and face

Call the police, it's not the same and I don't give a fuck

I speak the truth and now my catalogues are living trust

Now give it up and get it, take it at gun point

We cut-throat niggas in what point

You gonna realize we came for


Something more than fairytales

Is a story of a little star, looking for a place to shine his light

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Gangsta Gangsta lyrics - Xzibit

 Witness the downfall of man

I wanna kill you for your land, I am the nuclear reactor

Leaking in Japan, I am ill gotten gains I quickly exchange hands

March to the heart beat of the city

You only hear the drums when they attached to the semi

You know what time it is?

Flavor with a thousand checks, it's like the ice ring surrounds my neck

I never worry about the referee

The gate keepers keep him locked for me

But so is Shaolin, Forever

Always will be underground X to the motherfucker Z

Fought it all with the mighty King T, where my gangstas at?

Hit the park, bailed out the car seen

Blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are

So there will be no warning shots

I'm about to get my city boiling hot and make 'em pray for rain

And make 'em say my name, let off more smoke than a coal powered train

This is, Concentration, determination, the very thin line between

Paradise and incarceration


Gangsters, gangsters

Gangsters, stand up and rep what you're claiming

Police roll around, shake us down, always playing and I

Gangsters, gangsters

Streets made me into this man, gotta represent who I am


They say right before you day you get the eerie feeling of peace

Then walk into the light

My soul won't be taken without a fight

She says she wanna spend the whole life

But she only got me here for one night

Set your sights, better get it in. Call your best friend

Imma call you wonder-twins

Stop and go like red light traffic

Innovation make it another classic, we made it happen

And big hip hop budgets got cut

Niggas did too much then the feds popped up

And now the game fucked up, 'cause the lanes clogged up, but the content sucks

I wanna fill up some big rig trucks, time to tour the whole world

Motherfuckers line up

'Cause these tickets gone move like crack

Entire west coast got my back

And y'all niggas saying fuck it with that


Gangsters, gangsters

Gangsters, stand up and rep what you're claiming

Police roll around, shake us down, always playing and I

Gangsters, gangsters

Streets made me into this man, gotta represent who I am


Can't even rely on your own eyes

Everything fake now, toast to the bad guys

That will leave ya hog tied swimming with the fishes

Part machine, part skill, part intuition

I cooked my first ounce in my father's kitchen

He caught me with a Mac 11, twenty grand and half a chicken

I was shitting on myself and still I let him know

That if he turn me they'd turn around and kill us both

Cos it's a cold world, but I'm a polar bear

Destroy the earth like a solar flare, best beware of us

In God we trust, but everybody else gotta pay cash up front

Call Farrakhan to back me down

I'm on a level now, speak like a minister

Focus study my literature

Clean house, taking out the trash

I'm in the fly zone, where your past, I'm gangsta, yeah


Gangsters, gangsters

Gangsters, stand up and rep what you're claiming

Police roll around, shake us down, always playing and I

Gangsters, gangsters

Streets made me into this man, gotta represent who I am

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Forever A G lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

 [Xzibit:]

Yeah

X to the Z

Wiz Khalifa

Everyday lead to late nights

Bitches on my neck like a vampire appetite

Homie, pass me a light, I got that master kush

Gave birth to you bastards, told your momma to push

Now here you are, I see you're feeling strong

My prediction came here tripping, you won't be living long

Wait, I said that wrong, now let's negotiate

I wave my banner of peace, I hope you take the bait

Pussy nigga, you fake, can't wait for the face to face

Hit you with the gauge, back in place

Rip another page off the book of life

But for tonight we gon' celebrate and smoke 'till we elevate

My motive for motivating my niggas, come on


[Wiz Khalifa and (Xzibit):]

Take a look at my eyes and tell me what do you see

(I'm going forever be me, therefore, I'm forever a G)

All this liquor I drink and then I smoke all this weed

(Smoking this weed, smoking is good, but I got what you need)

A lot of niggas are changed and they be doing what I've been

(Won't you change, I want you stay the same)

But I'll always be the same, I'll always gonna keep it G

(I'm going forever be me, therefore, I'm forever a G)


[Xzibit:]

It's getting hard to survive, the streets will eat you alive

Dumping your body, your cadaver is covered with flies

Too much ratchets and trapping inside your rapping

Real niggas actually laughing at your lights, camera, action

Do you, do you

And whatever the fuck you think you gotta do

Because when I bring it through, we whole court

Putting up playoff stats

While you're hanging with the roaches and rats

We're way above that

Now how you're loving that?

Beat the breaks off the back of that bitch

You can't breathe, I'm digging your ditch

Can't believe I'm that deep in your shit

But for tonight we gon' celebrate and smoke 'till we elevate

My motive for motivating my niggas, come on


[Wiz Khalifa and (Xzibit):]

Take a look at my eyes and tell me what do you see

(I'm going forever be me, therefore, I'm forever a G)

All this liquor I drink and then I smoke all this weed

(Smoking this weed, smoking is good, but I got what you need)

A lot of niggas are changed and they be doing what I've been

(Won't you change, I want you stay the same)

But I'll always be the same, I'll always gonna keep it G

(I'm going forever be me, therefore, I'm forever a G)


[Xzibit:]

The greatest trick the devil ever put together

Was that self destruction is better than striving for perfection

A seed of doubt could grow, quickly spread like an infection

Initiative to live, use your common sense as a weapon

If you only knew half of this shit that I've been through

Should've been a screen play when I get through

Blow niggas away, IED, point blank range in the middle of the street

Fuck y'all niggas gonna say to me?

We don't play no games, just play for keeps and now

Back to the forefront, back to the back who was back on the tour bus

Get around the world for a few months

Dump dead-weight niggas like a dump truck

But for tonight we gon' celebrate and smoke 'till we elevate

My motive for motivating my niggas, come on


[Wiz Khalifa and (Xzibit):]

Take a look at my eyes and tell me what do you see

(I'm going forever be me, therefore, I'm forever a G)

All this liquor I drink and then I smoke all this weed

(Smoking this weed, smoking is good, but I got what you need)

A lot of niggas are changed and they be doing what I've been

(Won't you change, I want you stay the same)

But I'll always be the same, I'll always gonna keep it G

(I'm going forever be me, therefore, I'm forever a G)

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1983 lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Trena Joiner)

 I think we all have these moments in our life, where we say

Or do things

And we're so sorry for them, really

It's not the way we would have wanted it to come out

Umm, let's face it, this is real life

And this is the thought that was captured from me

That words only share a small portion of the vision that they give witness too


I had to write this in blood, because the ink wouldn't stick

I sold five to six million but, yo, that ain't really shit

It was supposed to be different, we were supposed to ride out

But too much shot his girl, then shot himself in the mouth

Then the steady game form but very soon fell apart

'Cause when you just doing all, with no the loyalty in your heart

It's like catching Alzheimers on all these niggers forgetting where they're coming from

And they're slowing down, wait a minute, what we're running from?

This what we're supposed to do, here's where we're supposed to be

I hated MTV for trying to play me like a mockery

But that don't bother me, I just fulfill my fucking contract

Small price to pay just to take a piece of mind back

My back, backfire, assassination of my character

Just to make some millions off of America

My younger sister, Erika, just adopted a child

My older brother served fifteen, he made it out

Even though my father loved me, I ain't seen him in a while

Had to fight my baby momma, bitch, give me my nigga now

'Cause he's running out of time and I need him to understand

The way a superior man had build a brand

Niggas talk about my taxes, had to pay to Uncle Sam

I'm surviving cause the mind's eyes quicker than the hand


Heartbreak, disappointment, my mother died when I was nine

I just wanted to join her

Nah Mr. Joiner, you get to California, I got something for you to do, it was like I was anointed

Resurrected, found my purpose

I remember meeting Dre, being nervous when I would kick my verses

I was virtually worthless, my whole life was a circus

I was sleeping with serpents and I thought it is worth it

Got a call from Paul, told me shit isn't working

Exchange words, told me tell me that shit in person

He probably told Em, and by the way did he said it unapologetic twisted made about him

I see Slim and he said he didn't recognize me

Was it that or did he let another man define me

I don't know, but now I gotta get this all behind me

Follow my calling when I used to follow niggers blindly


I wish I had a better relationship with my uncles

Blood relatives I could turn to when I'm feeling trouble

And talk about my struggles

My uncle John Nail, he only put me on the phone with different females

And this is such a such, nephew, tell 'er, what's up?

Ain't even ask about Tremayne and Gatlyn, growing up

Fuck, I drink it all and I smash the bottle

Self medicated numb, but I'mma feel it tomorrow

It feel like pain and sorrow was like a second skin

But now the pain is gone I got my second win

Only the strong live long, you better settle in

I'm fighting for ever, I will never let the devil win

1983, that's when my journey begins

I searched every world for strength, only to find it within

This for me and my kin, still dying to live

Living life to the fullest 'till I see you again

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Stand Tall lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Slim the Mobster)

 Sometimes it all just come together, you know?

I put my city on my back, now

And push the haters in the background

Together we walk, but divided trough the struggle, we fall

Got my city on a map, now

That's why I could never back down

Never back down, show 'em through it all

You gotta stand tall


[Xzibit:]

To all of my friends, enemies and affiliates

Burn the back wood, burn it down to your fingertips

Let the whole world recognize this accomplishment

You couldn't have told me none of this back in '96

The ability to crawl up out of bottomless pits

This is our time I'm spending mine rockin' this bitch

I still remember the very moment I was enlisted

I studied on the sadistic, gangster is worth the business

And when there's blood in the streets from my brothers and sisters

They wanna debate on television about the victim

Right or wrong, if Treyvon was my little man

I would take a chainsaw to Zimmerman


Sometimes it all just come together, you know?

I put my city on my back, now

And push the haters in the background

Together we walk, but divided trough the struggle, we fall

Got my city on a map, now

That's why I could never back down

Never back down, show 'em through it all

You gotta stand tall


For all the moments I wasted on making others happy

Attack me, I'm bulletproof, hack me, I'll send a virus through

I've never lied to you, still roll with a chosen few

Spit every word and I mean it, meanin' I'll really body you

'Cause I would rather be in hell than a jail cell

I'm hancock, superhero slamming cocktails

I never fail, don't try to patronize me

Alert and painfully aware of everything in my surroundings

I am shamefuly shining, never touched the silver lining

The only cross that I bear is covered with some fucking diamonds

I hear my city calling, here come the juggernaut

Wit' twelve hundred soldiers in the parking lot


Sometimes it all just come together, you know?

I put my city on my back, now

And push the haters in the background

Together we walk, but divided trough the struggle, we fall

Got my city on a map, now

That's why I could never back down

Never back down, show 'em through it all

You gotta stand tall


[Slim The Mobster:]

So, failure ain't an option

How do you think I made it out that corner apartment?

Turn my corner to my market, and now I target the same Niggas

That taught on all that dumb shit

Because when the gun clicking

That bullet leaving can't get that life back

Karma is a bitch and believe me, she'll get it right back

They say that success is the best revenge

But who really wins if we all die in the end

If I had it all, then I probably wouldn't pray the same

And the club that I come from sticks the debt with the pain

My name good in every corner in my city

You don't believe me, then come fuck with me


Sometimes it all just come together, you know?

I put my city on my back, now

And push the haters in the background

Together we walk, but divided trough the struggle, we fall

Got my city on a map, now

That's why I could never back down

Never back down, show 'em through it all

You gotta stand tall

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Spread It Out lyrics - Xzibit

 Hoooooo

Come on

Hoooooo

Sing with me

Chea! Yeah

...And you don't want none

We got (yo bitch) ridin' shotgun

(Hoooooo) Yeah, spread it out, spread it out, spread it out, go, headed out

Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, chea!

Yo


I'm heavy hearted

Heavy handed misunderstandings turn to permanent repercussions, I empty the cannon

I'm addicted to ganja, roll it up in the 'wood

Drink a gallon of Henny, throw it up for the hood

I'ma rhyme for my people, give my people a voice

Never follow the leader, use the weapon of choice

This is not an illusion, this is not a mirage

Conversation with God, spillin' my soul out

I own assault weapons that fold out like Megatron

The iron lung, drop atom bombs on Babylon

So tag along like a dog with a vagabond

Smoke till the sack is gone, niggas on they grind

Put my motherfuckin' records on

So they can relate through the hate and the pain

Through the struggle and strain

Never take it in vain, breathin' one and the same

Pressure push your forehead out the back of your brain

So now


Well spread me out, nigga

Yeah, yeah

Spread it out, spread it out, spread it out

It go:

(Hoooooo) Yeah... And you can't get none

(Hoooooo) You don't want none, you can't get none

Spread the fuck out or catch these hot ones


I try not to get involved with the nonsense

I'm from the time where you couldn't post comments

Couldn't hide behind the computer

Catch a fatal, get shot by the shooter

A barracuda for Buddha

I maneuver through the manure

Ignorin' the allure, the illusion

My bad, sorry for all the confusion

If you thought I was finished, if you thought I was done

Let the saga continue, bring it back on the one

I'm coming back with a gun, 'cause that's all that I know

Meditated intentions, my shit ready to go

Never takin' it slow, in my profession you need aggression

A weapon, you can brandish at your own discretion

And a hero just a sandwich, nigga, what's your preference?

I chose balance, now I'm headed in the right direction

Executive decisions, now my family is good

Make it well understood, put it back where it should... be


Well spread me out, nigga

Yeah, yeah

Spread it out, spread it out, spread it out

It go:

(Hoooooo) ...And you can't get none

(Hoooooo) You don't want none, you can't get none

Spread the fuck out or catch these hot ones


This go for all my people, people who see we equal

I feel it comin', it's dark, God protect us from evil

We've been sold an illusion, cockamamie confusion

People constantly losin', we suffer everywhere

Enough with all this swagger, parties and bodybaggin'

We in recession, we starvin', let me show you what's happenin'

Money's so fucking tight, the root to all them fights

She make you wanna not ever never come home at night

But see now there you go, off with that strippin' ho

While your woman is wonderin' where does all your money go

You try to make it rain, maybe rock you a chain

Maybe get you some brain, from bitches everywhere

Pussy nigga, you lame

Get on top o' yo' game

Feed your family, mayne

This is simple and plain

Children retain, remember, livin' up out the pain

That's when they 'curse your name, they proceed to do the same


Yeah, so spread me out, nigga

Spread it out, spread it out, spread it out

It go:

(Hoooooo) ...And you can't get none

(Hoooooo) You don't want none, you can't get none

Spread the fuck out or catch these hot ones

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