Fanatic lyrics - Xzibit (feat. BJ The Chicago Kid & Poo Bear)
I feel it live when I touch the ball
I can't fall, I can't fail
Locking down the court like a cell
Treat my team like my brothers
Haters don't understand me
Hard fouls, them hecklers tryna break up the family
Can't hold me, my vertical so pivot
Pressure it keeps building
Reaching but can't hit it
You hate, but we did it
You aimed and we hit it
Ballin with no limits
We ready, we all in it
The sky is my limit, how it feels to win
I could break down this rim, just put me in
It's the beast from the east, we the best from the west
I's the logo that I'm beating on my chest
It's not about you, it's not about me
It's all about the team, let me hear it on three
Now you can stop them, but you will never stop me
Got the crowd going wild for the MVP
10 seconds on the shot clock
4th quarter it's on me (it's on me)
See them haters try to run now
But I won't let em run up on my team (on my team)
Cause I'm a fanatic, yeah
Gotta go with em hustlin
Cause I'm a fanatic, yeah
And everybody can't deal with me
Fresh out of school, straight into the league
Number 1 draft pick, all eyes is on me (M-V-P)
I can hear em in the stands
I approach 5 now when the shot leave my hands
Let the fans go wild (Go hard or go home)
Block the shot
Eat the shot clock, so pass me the rock
You will not survive in my zone
Half-court shot all net then I'm gone
10 seconds on the shot clock
4th quarter it's on me (it's on me)
See them haters try to run now
But I won't let em run up on my team (on my team)
Cause I'm a fanatic, yeah
Gotta go with em hustlin
Cause I'm a fanatic, yeah
And everybody can't deal with me
Get Fucked Up With Me lyrics - Xzibit
(from "The Wash" soundtrack)
Yeah man, I'm glad to have this opportunity
Cuz I never get to sit down and chop it with y'all
Man, face to face, so you know I definitely wanna get fucked up
Yeah man, I'm glad I need to sit down and chop it with y'all man
Cuz I never had an opportunity to do that, so, yeah
I want to blaze something up too, you smoke? Good
You mind if I smoke? Well, alright
So let me introduce myself
X to the motherfuckin Z
I had to introduce myself appropriately
I'm that nigga you was hoping to see, fall flat on my face
Look respect then fall from grace
But you know, things move slow
I refuse to lose the game like dude from blow
Like it ain't crazy enough, huh
My life got ups and downs like an all night fuck,so what
Y'all really want from me
I'm trying to live with two hoes like three's company
Ask me what is success
Nigga, success is when your no mean no and your yes means yes
And you can stand by your word cuz your word is your balls
Lose one your losing them all
All hail to alcohol
Cuz it's my turn now try again tomorrow
Roll another blenny up, pour another drink
I want everybody to get fucked up with me
Get a glass and fill it up
Lick the philly, seal it up
Everybody get fucked up with me
Roll another blenny up, pour another drink
I want everybody to get fucked up with me
Get a glass and fill it up
Lick the philly, seal it up
Everybody get fucked up with me
Life's a real bitch sometimes oh shit! Wait
Okay I got it I got it, I got it I got it, hold up
Life's a real bitch sometimes
Your heartbeat raising like the rate of the crime
I could probably turn water to wine
Restless, double platinum, it's the sign of the time
It ain't my fault, your kids wanna c-walk
Dress how we dress and talk like we talk
Ask Miss Cleo if this is the matrix, I'm Neo
This is dedicated to that female CEO
That sucked my brother's dick for jolly St. Nick
Shit make some room
Somebody laced this shit with shrooms, cuz I'm flying
Roll another blenny up, pour another drink
I want everybody to get fucked up with me
Get a glass and fill it up
Lick the philly, seal it up
Everybody get fucked up with me
Roll another blenny up, pour another drink
I want everybody to get fucked up with me
Get a glass and fill it up
Lick the philly, seal it up
Everybody get fucked up with me
What's the big deal
Couple of shootings, couple of get killed
Happens everyday around this way
Took my homie lil' Mo dog and blew him away
Shit at the age of 19, what a bummer'
Another crazy ass summer
These types of things never die down easy
Gang of retaliation, homeboy believe me
Fien for the recipe
Man, these blunts gon' be the death of me
Fuck it, next flight to Amsterdam
A few girls, fifty grand and a handy cam
Posted up at the Cypress Hill coffee shop
I'm miraculous, fuckin unorthodox
I'm glad we could chop it up
Before I bounce let me get a blunt
Roll another blenny up, pour another drink
I want everybody to get fucked up with me
Get a glass and fill it up
Lick the philly, seal it up
Everybody get fucked up with me
Roll another blenny up, pour another drink
I want everybody to get fucked up with me
Get a glass and fill it up
Lick the philly, seal it up
Everybody get fucked up with me
Highest Form Of Understanding lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Trick Trick)
[Xzibit:]
Yeah, the first night I spent in California
I was homeless on Venice Beach, yeah
It was all a dream
Came to California at seventeen
Little nigga tryna bubble up from the crack scene
It got so complicated, then I graduated
Haters so mad I made it
How could I fly so high, only to feel so low?
How do they live so fast only to grow so slow?
Like when you showing no support for your kids
But got money for marijuana just to smoke with your friends
Or that woman who survives and beats cancer
Only to be drowned in debt with no answers
The frequency of tragedy, it happens so rapidly
That we became numb, we embraced this insanity
Some wack-job haul off and smoke his whole family
Reality T.V. that's not based in reality
Stuck watching train wrecks, everybody going for self
Self worth is important but for money and wealth
This mentality of "me, fuck everything else"
It's a virus, a disease, I'm a victim myself
But I swear before I leave, I'mma fix it, I swear
I'mma fix it, I swear, yo, you better beware
Rich boy kill his own wife, knocks her teeth out
Cuts her fingers off, then escapes with a suicide
The king of pop died
Michael Vick was fighting dogs
But he walked and did his time, let him throw the fucking ball
As the markets keep crashing and people get desperate
Putting faith in the false feeling so disrespected
Turn to this record, the highest form of understanding
Understand me, fight or flight for your family
Come, walk with a soldier
Come, talk with a soldier, yeah
Cinderblock stop shooting straight from the shoulder
As we all get older and hope falls over
And damn, you were six years sober
And just like that, now you back where you started, square one
And you can't bring it back once that bullet leave the gun
As the planner gets smaller, prepare for the North American Union
A [?] to replace your dollars
Narcissistic society, love paparazzi
Get to Starbucks for your overpriced latte
Ignoring all the signs, "nevermind" is your mindstate
Until the end of time, shit is closer than you think man
[Trick Trick:]
I done been in situations where the only thing that I could do was read the Bible
Went in to the hill, child, with a sharpened piece of metal, the only way of survival
Made up my mind that I don't ever wanna return, chance was given again
Now I'm back out in the world, made a promise to God for living in sin
I can never lie to God but it's so hard to live right
I'm carrying seven-point-six-twos to fistfights
Ain't nobody playing fair, they cheat, no cheat
I ain't fitting to be the topic of the preacher's eulogy speech
The word say, "turn the other cheek" that's what they teach us
But Peter sliced the ear of a nigga rolling on Jesus
I don't want applause I'm doing what I'm supposed to do
I'm a real nigga, one from a million, chosen few
Everlasting pain has got my brain, it's like it's trapped inside a maze
Have you been unfaithful to the game?
Damn shame
Eighteen years, you never believed him
That's your son, go and see him, motherfucker
You fucked his mother
The goddamn common courtesy never applied to you
'Cause you thought she lied to you
You couldn't see your own mother in his face
If you die, he'll be in a better place, bring the tape back
Jermaine Dupri Diss lyrics - Xzibit
Ladies and Gentlemen!
This is dedicated to the man we all love to hate
Tattoo a.k.a The Leprechaun a.k.a. Mr. Jermaine Dupri
Come on ladies and gentlemen, sing a long
[Randy Newman:]
(Short people got) What! (no reason) Yeah!
(Short people got) What! (no reason) Come On!
(Short people got no reason to live)
Haha fuckin' faggot
[Xzibit:]
If ya So So Def then bitch get a hearing aid
Ain't worth ya gauge ya heart pumping lemonade
Hook, line and sinker ya took the bait
Act ya age, not ya size, not ya weight
Every time you professional making hits
Why it always gotta sound like the next men shit?
Went from Big to Puff to Snoop to Jay
Hey Jermaine who's dick you gon' ride today?
Couldn't wait to get the green light from Dr. Dre
Never liked ya fuckin' ass any goddamn way
And I could care less if we label mates
Your style been dead Columbia should drop the weight
I got love for Da Brat get off Bow Wow back
Fuck you, fuck ya niggas that's writing ya raps
What up lo get ya L.A. pass revoked
Don't get me wrong Papa Smurf you won't get smoked
But ya might get robbed and choked
Or you might disappear, kidnapped with no ransom note
Off the leash, off the hook, off the chain
Fuck Jermaine you ain't gotta say my name
Speak now or forever hold a dick in ya mouth
You ain't the mayor, you don't run shit in the South
Scarface run the South, mafucka you a peon
The underage bitch in the Kelly tape getting pee'd on
Cock-eyed midget with a Napoleon complex
Nickelodeon fetish you represent nonsense
Harlem Shake to that, high jump to hell
You the best in the business, I can't tell
Too late to apologize kiss my ass
We about to cut your whole sound scan in half
Got to keep your hands up homie protect yo'self
Stop fucking with the West nigga respect yo'self
It's a short ride to the top and a long way down
Look Man vs. Machine about to drop now
This ain't no beef it's more like lunch meat
Loss caliber heat let's take it to the street, mafucka
Ha ha...ha ha....ha ha.....ha ha ha ha ha ha....haaaa ha ha ha ha ha
Oh my god...yeah, yeah
Living A Lie lyrics - KDDK & Xzibit
Livin' a lie
Dark as the night
My heart is stained
And my head's in the gutter
Put up a fight
One last time
This is the way
That we save each other
It's too late when you die
No more living a lie
Found my seat at the table
Keep my executive side
I was built for the future
I can't live in the past
Living life by the bullet
Life will come at you fast
Better brace for the crash
People are losing each other
Brother is killing brother
And sister abusing each other
And when it all falls down
We gon' pick up the pieces
Sharpen all the edges
And stick it to all the non-believers
Livin' a lie
Dark as the night
My heart is stained
And my head's in the gutter
Put up a fight
One last time
This is the way
That we save each other
Livin' a lie
Dark as the night
My heart is stained
And my head's in the gutter
Put up a fight
One last time
This is the way
That we save each other
Better get it thru your head
We was left for dead, mislead
Victim of the lies that the living spread
Ain't nobody here to save us
We can only save ourselves
Life is what you make it
Even if that means a living hell
Everything is not for sale
This is where we take a stand
Hand in hand
Smuggle contraband to the promise land
Interrupt the master plan
Scream if you came to fight
Or else you gon' be running for your life
Forever!
Livin' a lie
Dark as the night
My heart is stained
And my head's in the gutter
Put up a fight
One last time
This is the way
That we save each other
Livin' a lie
Dark as the night
My heart is stained
And my head's in the gutter
Put up a fight
One last time
This is the way
That we save each other
I'm just like you, we've done bad in our lives
Holy crimes, justify that we're full of lies
Not really looking for salvation in brother's eyes
'Cause time flies but the soulmate never dies
It's popular to run away and blame the world, ain't it?
No real future, no real meaning
I'm not a saint, mate, nah, but I've been asking questions
Living a life in the state of a great depression
Livin' a lie
Dark as the night
My heart is stained
And my head's in the gutter
Put up a fight
One last time
This is the way
That we save each other
Livin' a lie
Dark as the night
My heart is stained
And my head's in the gutter
Put up a fight
One last time
This is the way
That we save each other
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
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
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
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
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)
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
Napalm (2012)
- State Of Hip-Hop vs. Xzibit
- Everything
- Dos Equis
- Something More
- Gangsta Gangsta
- Forever A G
- 1983
- Stand Tall
- Spread It Out
- Up Out The Way
- Napalm
- Meaning Of Life
- Louis XIII
- Enjoy The Night
- Movies
- I Came To Kill
- Killer's Remorse
- 1983 Remix (Bonus Track)
- Throw It Like It's Free (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
- Crazy (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
- Phenom (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
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
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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