Throw It Like It's Free lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Black Milk, Phats & Tre Capital)

 [Phats:]

Only the best of the best around me

Big coupe, niggas know about me

Styrofoam cup with promethazine

Got my body on lean, tell 'em "Slow it down please"

Never play with a nigga

Drive by, never wave at a nigga

G-5, real plane/plain on a nigga

I'ma pray for you niggas and we throwin it like it's free

[Black Milk:]

America's nightmare

The American dream

Sounds like the beginnin of the endin

Of the millenium when you in a storm's lightning

Inner city kid with a pipe dream

Shut down in the blink of an eye

Handcuffed in the back of a cop car

On the block where his best friend just died

Everything they showed and they know is lies

Everything we had before it was ours

Look real deep in the eyes of 'em

Look real deep in the minds of the blind and

Put my time in the rhyme and

Do you by the signs of the time kid

Whenever I spit that, line for line shit quick, quick

E'rybody calm down just for a bit

Yo, livin in the land of the dark

Livin in the land of the lost

30,000 feet up 'til we landed

Goin city to city to rock, watch all the fans put they hands up, up

This is that realer, iller, killer

Down for a nigga, I'm standin (yeah!)

Somethin that's iller, iller, nigga (yeah)

Somethin that the people are demandin

[Xzibit:]

Check the background, your rap's not tight

We don't fight, we push lead through the pipe

Came like a thief in the night

I lean with the left then I follow right behind with the right

California term' on sight

Then I take it back to the D, "Whatupdoe?"

Cut up flow the same way I cut up blow

Shut up hoe, abducted, U.F.O

Walk in a war zone, U.S.O

I'm at an all-time new plateau, lockin a round let it go

Anybody get bodied you better know

Can't do anything about it but get low

On the real, before you get the Maybach and the self-made tags

Get your own lane, fuck tryin to bring the game back

Slap you out them skinny ass jeans with a back slap

Better make change, you them niggas get they chain snatched

[Phats:]

Only the best of the best around me

Big coupe, niggas know about me

Styrofoam cup with promethazine

Got my body on lean, tell 'em "Slow it down please"

Never play with a nigga

Drive by, never wave at a nigga

G-5, real plane/plain on a nigga

I'ma pray for you niggas and we throwin it like it's free

[Tre Capital:]

Lobster perception, stand at ease with attention

Did I really even have to mention?

Now me, X, Black on a pursuit of perfection

Formulate a plot, man fuck your conception

Brand new nigga with a flow that's divine

All they ever did was write line after line

Killin time after time and I'm not in my prime

So instead of watchin the throne man the glory is mine

Where do we go when we conquered it all?

How do we feel when there's nothin at all?

Why do we walk when we started to crawl?

But like King James I was destined to ball

Like what up, what up, we got one, hot one

Spit lyrical homicide with a shotgun

Click clack boom, praise God that we lost son

Told these muh'fuckers not to mess with the wrong one

Songs don't wait, welcome to the new edition

Hand-to-hand, eliminate the competition

Westside to the D, it's a coalition

That we grind so hard that we had to give the

Rags to the riches, keys to the business

What is this? Just a young nigga with ambition

Knock your head off, protect my position

Man down, man on a mission, listen

[Phats:]

Only the best of the best around me

Big coupe, niggas know about me

Styrofoam cup with promethazine

Got my body on lean, tell 'em "Slow it down please"

Never play with a nigga

Drive by, never wave at a nigga

G-5, real plane/plain on a nigga

I'ma pray for you niggas and we throwin it like it's free

Crazy lyrics - Xzibit (feat. B-Real, Demrick & Jelly Roll)

 [Demrick:]

We too hungry so most games we don't play

Get lifted like toupees 'til next Tuesday

Dick-riders are gay, known to go both ways

Yeah you lovin my shit, ohh you don't say

This a new meanin of dead right

Put 'em to bed with a lead pipe, lights out, good night

This ain't a song that the choir sing

This is aviation, deader nation, devastatin e'rything

Wipe the canvas clean, life ain't a fantasy

I get lit like kerosene and people start panicking

And this the natural laws of attraction

My words cut through like saws and axes

I bring the flames like the son of Sampson

My crew (Bring the Pain) like Wu-Tang Clan did

Couldn't spend a day in these shoes I stand in

Take off, no landin, the world gon' crash in

[Jelly Roll:]

Hennessy and kush deadly combination

The only way I'm feelin safe is if I got my gun

Bodies disappearin on the daily baby

I keep tellin myself I don't wanna die

So I smoke green, stay high as a motherfucker

No games, you be gone tryin to run up on us

People die for less on the strength of nothin

If you ain't got your gun hidden in a close stash you crazy!

Ohh you crazy

Yeah, yeah we know about that new shit they got jumpin off man

Y'all better get aboard that shit

Big Tray Deee in this motherfucker

Give it up for my nigga

Eastside up homie

[Xzibit:]

What you know about dyin over dumb shit? (DAMN!)

What you know about runnin from the government?

My brigade's self-made from the ground up

Round up the renegades, time to tear the town up

Founding fathers arrivin in Impalas with the brains blew back

All dressed in black

React with gauges and Macs, way back when I was droppin off packs

Street money stack, Wall Street collapse

I'm like, hold my calls, personally involved

You touch one, you fuckin with us all, it's the code

Better read the graffiti, we the shit, 'round here

Left in itty-bitty pieces in the ground somewhere

We the gritty shitty people fuck around, rounds clear (rounds clear)

Man down (man down) disappear

For 15 to 25 years so you got your GUN

"So when I'm on the streets I walk around with a bigger one!"

YEAH!

[Jelly Roll:]

Hennessy and kush deadly combination

The only way I'm feelin safe is if I got my gun

Bodies disappearin on the daily baby

I keep tellin myself I don't wanna die

So I smoke green, stay high as a motherfucker

No games, you be gone tryin to run up on us

People die for less on the strength of nothin

If you ain't got your gun hidden in a close stash you crazy!

[B-Real:]

You cannot trace my movements, keepin you busters silent

I got an ill temper, disposition violent

I have hallucinations, in need of medication

I'm unstable like a mental patient

I need some conversation, because I'm losin focus

My concentration is broken, fuck it, I'm hopeless

I got my own agenda, breakin your head open

So I can see what you're thinkin, it's so thought-provokin

Yeah I'm fuckin crazy, they call me lunatic

The deadly viper, pied piper, and I'm soon to spit

I got a lot of anger, pent-up aggression dude

You better watch who you askin the wrong question to

You need a lesson too, here's a confession dude

A live stream us reckon you for a session view

We got a million lurkers, we overran the servers

We popped the burners then the preacher, the coffin, the service

[Jelly Roll:]

Hennessy and kush deadly combination

The only way I'm feelin safe is if I got my gun

Bodies disappearin on the daily baby

I keep tellin myself I don't wanna die

So I smoke green, stay high as a motherfucker

No games, you be gone tryin to run up on us

People die for less on the strength of nothin

If you ain't got your gun hidden in a close stash you crazy!

Ohh you crazy

Crazy!

Ohh you crazy

Phenom lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Kurupt & 40 Glocc)

[Kurupt {Xzibit}:]

'Sup?

Once in the lifetime... (haha!)

Kurupt Young Gotti! (you can place that!)

YEAH!

It's going down. (AOOWW, AOOWW!)

Yeah!

X-to-the-Z, Xzibit! {YEAH!}

Ridin' on... {hahahaha!}

ROUGH!

West, West! (yeah, yeah!)

WestCoast is definitely in the motherfuckeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer! (YEAH!)

Ride on my nigga!

[Xzibit:]

Introducin' the X-Man phenomenal. – X-Files, the chronicle!

Aerostatical, nautical, magnificent beast!

Xzibit stick to the logic. You can be bullish and rollick

Yo' ass will still get demolished, polished and keeping' a mulish

My niggas eat like piranhas, we party stupid, retarded!

Most niggas jaded and guarded cause they not popular product

This ain't no Gucci or Prada, this is a topless Impala

North Hollywood body armor for when they come with the drama. For when they come with the drama.

So I continue the saga!

Move out the path of the lava, move in position and conquer!

You have created a monster. – Wake up and call out the culprit!

I never weaken or soften, might catch me weezin' and coughin'

Because I blaze very often, I need to knock this shit off of shit (shiiiit!)

I got problems, my nigga, and they get bigger and bigger

You cannot solve with a trigger, this is a pivotal moment!

This is my time of atoning, this is my world and I own it!

So come and take if you want it! – Please God forgive me for sinnin'

Winnin', and makin' a killin' witness revenge of the villains

Sexual healin' from women, I bust a nut to their ceilin'

I crash a plane in their buildin'. – But now I'm "Married With Children"!

Katal and balance the millions, I'm in another direction

Life bless is taking it's blessin's, you need to hear my confession!

Forever walk with a weapon, I live and die like a soldier

I live and die like a soldier! – C'mon let's take this shit over!

[40Glocc:]

Aaaayyooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Big Bad 4-0!

Hahahahah! (Aaaayyooooooooooooooooooooooooo!)

A.K.A. 40Glocc!

Y'aahhh!

Live Los Scandalous, nigga! (Aaaayyooooooooooooooooooooooooo!)

Hahahahahah!

X-to-the-mothafuckin'-Z

BEEYATCH! (Aaaayyooooooooooooooooooooooooo!)

Yup, yup, yoooo!

Swallow back!

ZooLife!

[Xzibit:]

Make patches and master my master piece, niggas have the audacity

Tryna adapt to capacities of your highness, your majesty!

What the fuck is you askin' me? – With my accurate accuracy

Immaculate faculties with a nation in back of me

I see promising situations, evolve into tragedies

I just hustle and hustle because it comes to me naturally

I'm a Buffalo soldier, clappin' you back to Jehovah

C'mon let's take this shit over! C'mon let's take this shit over.

I'm a super nova, eclipse on your current events

This ain't no novelty spittin' hotter than barbeque bits

Lorena Bobbit, you dicks! – Trigger's still good in my grip!

You showin' off for the cameras while I just stick to the script

People get Hollywood quick. – When people thinkin' you sinkin'

I got everybody thinkin' I got a problem with drinkin'!

I'm just enjoyin' my weekends so stay the fuck out my business!

I roll with serial killers. We fuckin' serial killers! – C'mon!

[Kurupt:]

Yeah!

We in the mothafucker!

Kurupt Young Gotti!

Ooh!

Ooh, y'all thought it was a game?

West, West!

Push my nigga, push!

FUCK 'EM!

Yeeah!

We push the farline over here, boy!

No games!

X-to-the-Z, Xzibit!

Shoot off!

Shoot off, nigga!

Xzibit other songs:

 

Concrete lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Shabaam Sahdeeq)

 [Shabaam Sahdeeq:]

Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah

As the world turn, cash to earn, falonious burn

We Takin Ova, its our turn, where the moss burnin?

Clear the path, we get more ass than saddle seats

Steal this wall like the Alamo, standoff cowboy style

I draw first, y'all sweet like Starburst

Bit more than you can chew, handle it, street's scandalous

Dynasty met, no need to pretend, mix liquor, top shelf nigga

With the marvelous blend

Oh you think you the chief now? You know how we get down

You claim to spit rounds but are you hittin shit clown?

Your aim is all off, I make your crew hit ground

Jump in your six nigga, its time to skirt off now

You in the wrong part of town trying to lay law down

Play hard now? My niggas gonna shut it all down

You cheap like First Down got beef like ground round

We move the crowd like a pound of the sweetest indo in town

Sahdeeq and X to the Z, y'all Dead in the Sea

We make ya face crack, like them Reebok runnin cats

Niggas be like yo run it back, bitches be like yo that's phat!

Put it down with my fam from across the map

Rhyme for rhyme believe me we raw with it

Cash gotta get it, bag a girl when we spit it

Our team win it, drop gems for peops listenin

Put your ears to the concrete, feel the buzz on the street

Rhyme for rhyme believe me we raw with it

Cash gotta get it, bag a girl when we spit it

Our team win it, drop gems for peops listenin

Put your ears to the concrete, feel the buzz on the street

[Xzibit:]

Yo, yo, this is dedicated to the niggas that be hatin me

But never can face me, because they scared for their own safety

Replace me? Mr. X to the Z

It's B.Y.O.B. cause all the pussy is free (pussy's free)

And everything else is me and my niggas spreadin the wealth

Cross me I'll introduce you to the devil himself

See I'm the motherfuckin man layin over Japan

Computer hack through your laptop

Then leave your whole SoundScanned (what the fuck?!?)

And watch you panick like the bitch you are

I'm the mechanic with a pipe bomb that fits your car

Ka-boom, now I assume your homies wanna retalliate

Set em straight with a thirty-eight, the wrong cat to violate

So watch Xzibit and Shabaam start to dilate

Anihilate competition, some niggas got hard heads

And just don't listen, they the ones you find missin

Better get on the right team and play your position

See I'm lost, scandalous, finest

Blew your back out because your spineless

I'm never makin music for the mindless

Cause I'm hard to the core, and I'll never go soft

Just consider us the hitmen thats knockin you off

[Shabaam Sahdeeq:]

Rhyme for rhyme believe me we raw with it

Cash gotta get it, bag a girl when we spit it

Our team win it, drop gems for peops listenin

Put your ears to the concrete, feel the buzz on the street

[Xzibit:]

Yeah, yeah, See I'm ready to raise a ruckus

Try to elevate you motherfuckers to the places where the law can't touch us

Walk off on your own or with the aid of crutches

Anyway you want it to happen I'm ready for action

You get shot up under my soles, call it Fatal Attraction

Beat you niggas till you get it right, like Joe Jackson

Listen, we here to give the hardcore what they lookin for

At the same time pimp the game like a fucking whore

[Shabaam Sahdeeq:]

In this game here, we got swift handles

Dismantle your chalkboard strategy, check the replay

Here you gets no shine we dimmin your light

Make your heart pump when my squad's in sight

Shorty got assets and a man that ask bets

Lost it all fuckin round with the dice, you ain't nice

You a sacrifice, guinea pig, you dig?

Roast you, get a jokey smurf through the postal

Rhyme for rhyme believe me we raw with it

Cash gotta get it, bag a girl when we spit it

Our team win it, drop gems for peops listenin

Put your ears to the concrete, feel the buzz on the street

Rhyme for rhyme believe me we raw with it

Cash gotta get it, bag a girl when we spit it

Our team win it, drop gems for peops listenin

Put your ears to the concrete, feel the buzz on the street

Die 2 Live lyrics - Xzibit

 Break the bank, make my heatbreak escalate

I can't wait 'til the sun come up

Come precise like a diamond cut

I live life like my time is up

So I ain't got no time to waste

Don't want to watch with a diamond face

I want a watch through a scope

Head shot from a mile away, your head pop

Like JFK, like a plot by the CIA

We ain't dyin' from the KKK

When that AK spray, they say Ay Bay Bay

Stay tuned, watch the melee play

Get attached to the tracks and the facts

Through the words I say

Gotta navigate out my way, I'm a roadside IED

Dead make no live TV

Larry King, all eyes on me

Now put your hands where my eyes can see

And if I die, before I wake

I pray the lord, my soul to take

'Cause I have faith, and I can't wait

To get these obstacles up out of my face

'Cause this my time, and this my crime

And not even midnight can stop my shine

I never give up, the ultimate seer

Get ready to die, but I'm dying to live

(Dying to live)

Chyeah, the hustlest thing

Caught in between greed and the best of things

I don't even breathe, expand my chest for tea

Benjamin green leaves in a nest of thieves

I get down on my knees and beg God to

Forgive my sins, back at it again

Raise up like Attica did

Shift down fourth to fifth, and burn like an arsonist

West bow down, PCH, catchin' nothin' but green lights

My foot never touch the brakes

My lil' money make moves in Vegas

Shit, Cali like the San Andreas

I'm the truth in the booth, you a space invader

Go ahead and hate me, hater

Hack your harddrive and erase the data

'Til I come face to face with my creator

Bust back, but I'm lyin' boy, no ultimatum

I'm too smart to assassinate 'em

Try and touch me, it's buyin' them just

Time, nigga return the favor

I return the emancipator

May we all progress to the power of X

(Power of X)

And if I die, before I wake

I pray the lord, my soul to take

'Cause I have faith, and I can't wait

To get these obstacles up out of my face

'Cause this my time, and this my crime

And not even midnight can stop my shine

I never give up, the ultimate seer

Get ready to die, but I'm dying to live

(Dying to live)

What you know about mass appeal

I peel loud as I crush the wheel

Death certificate signed and sealed

Take a journey down the road to glory

Pay attention to a soldiers story

There will be none after

There was none before me

X men will stand the test

A thin line between life and death

Sometime it suck when you find success

Lost Prince never lost respect

Comin' home like I die right this

Another time and the place is set

It's been a long hard, ready to go

Circle up come on, start the show

So I can breathe and achieve the impossible

I want the bootleggers to get it

The wise words of Xzibit

You never see me crash and burn

I'm dying to live it

Who ready for a revolution

Who ready for a real solution

Save the music

And if I die, before I wake

I pray the lord, my soul to take

'Cause I have faith, and I can't wait

To get these obstacles up out of my face

'Cause this my time, and this my crime

And not even midnight can stop my shine

I never give up, the ultimate seer

Get ready to die, but I'm dying to live

(Dying to live)

E Lucean Le Stelle lyrics - Xzibit (feat. The Rapsody)

 Trunk shit

Burnin motherfuckers to the third degree

Burnin all the way to four when it's time for an encore

Hardcore, unexplanable like the Trinity

Taking out the enemy with double shots of Hennessey

And ain't no such thing as a survivor

Seal the blunt with saliva set it on fire

While I dominate brainstorm like McGyver

I make fakes deteriorate like Richard Pryor

Now who's the liar, who's the man with the answers

Am I the Xzibit or breakin down like branches

Tryin to survive in this high price of livin

That's only most niggas is dead or in prison

And a whole new style of livin

We are at an all time low like Jacques Cousteau

We got the minors and the majors and I just went pro

I'm like Shadrac Meshack Abendago

It's way too hot niggas gotta shake the spot

We put you all up in knots but yo it's all for a reason

As long as I'm sweatin and breathin it's open season

On any emcee that flash his brights in my gunsights

In the shade, paid, from the bitch-made

Took the test made the grade now we in the cut

You can't handle the static you don't wanna turn it up

Your eyes my shine, teeth may grit, and all of that shit

But you still won't step so come next

To a whole new style of livin

Burnin motherfuckers to the third degree

Burnin all the way to four when it's time for an encore

Hardcore, unexplanable like the Trinity

Taking out the enemy with double shots of Hennessey

And ain't no such thing as a survivor

Seal the blunt with saliva set it on fire

While I dominate brainstorm like McGyver

I make fakes deteriorate like Richard Pryor

Now who's the liar, who's the man with the answers

Am I the Xzibit or breakin down like branches

Tryin to survive in this high price of livin

That's only most niggas is dead or in prison

And a whole new style of livin

Eyes May Shine (Remix) lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Mobb Deep)

 [Xzibit (Havoc):]

(No doubt) Yeah, like this

(No doubt) Ha, at this time, Likwit Crew, yeah

(No doubt) Infamous Mobb Deep

(No doubt) Beatin' down

(No doubt) Once again, bring it live

(No doubt) Yeah, like this

[Xzibit:]

I'm on a path not taken by the average man

Black Sedan my way through pitfalls and scams

Let the whole world know about this Likwit camp

Programmed to ignite on site

So now I'm standing in a whole new light (whole new light)

In an area where niggas ain't tryin to fight (tryin to fight)

I feel my jaw get tight (jaw get tight)

It's like these niggas get pumped up, and lick shots

At you and yours, plus the motherfuckin' cops

We got, blocks and blocks of non-stop hustle

21 backdrop, it's my turn to shuffle

Stay alert, little pussy on the side can't hurt

Wear protection from the heat so I don't get burnt

I got no time to be a star

I go straight from the car to the bar, and then get busy

Whenever provoked, I react like Bill Bixby

Incredible heat, X-to the-Z and The Infamous Mobb Deep

Take it to the street

Don't waste my time (waste my time)

Trying to disrespect me in your half-assed rhyme

That ass is mine

Been going down like this since the beginning of time

Eyes may shine

[Xzibit (Havoc):]

Eyes May Shine, teeth may grit, and all of that shit

And you still won't step, so what's next (What's next?)

All of a sudden, you ain't sayin' nuttin'

(You better off buckin' yourself, you need to stop frontin')

Eyes May Shine, teeth may grit, and all of that shit

And you still won't step, so what's next (What's next?)

All of a sudden, you ain't sayin' nuttin'

(You better off buckin' yourself, you need to stop frontin')

[Havoc:]

Ayo, I love my niggas for that, it strikes back, handle business

Test the realest, stay focused and keep the, enemy near us

Niggas is careless, slippin' up, switchin' up teams

Crossin' over, and gettin' stuck for they C.R.E.A.M

Frontin' like the skills, is superb and got the nerve

To get knocked the fuck out and kicked to the curb

That's for you and your whole click

You rollin' thick, more the better

So like a thick bitch, you gettin' ripped, shitted on

Scuffed off a Mobb Deep song

Take your thug off, he had it on a bit too long

Tuck your chain in, you're gettin' yapped

For your faulty karat slum gold Cubic Zirconian ass havin'

Talk about it, be about it

You ain't been doing this, so don't start

Matter fact, keep it movin'

When it's on, accumulate like cancer cells

With advanced sells, leave a snitch dead, son, he can't tell

[Xzibit (Mobb Deep):]

Eyes May Shine, teeth may grit, and all of that shit

And you still won't step, so what's next (What's next?)

All of a sudden, you ain't sayin' nuttin'

(You better off buckin' yourself...)

Eyes May Shine, teeth may grit, and all of that shit

And you still won't step, so what's next (What's next?)

All of a sudden, you ain't sayin' nuttin'

(You better off buckin' yourself...)

[Prodigy:]

Yo, I send shots to any man that come too close

Niggas get fold like a letter to ship across coast

Who go? To go against my Militant Crime Militia

Like these street niggas sendin' missiles to hit 'cha

Up from the ground up, son, you get the picture

If not, write it down, take a picture

Botanical exotic shit keep me lifted, somethin' retarded

You fuckin' up my high beefin', don't get me started

Too late, I'm already on your ass

Beat the fuck out of anybody witcha, and anybody that grab me

Move back, we attack like pits locked in basements

Hungry for blood, derangedest

Craziest type of shit you ever seen in your life

Nigga bled to death, standing up, holding his life

Applying pressure to his wounds trying to stop the blood loss

Found laying in a pool of the shit, his own fault

It's P the Exaulted from NYC, you get extremely

Cut the fuck up by scar thieves

Who can't recognize, do I have to prove all the time

Then get up close and personal in front of your eyes

See me dipped and down-low, ready for action, crept slow

Moved on ya enterprise and crash ya stock

Put a hold on your assets and dug your pock'

These National Geographic niggas is known for flippin'

This animal wildlife, surround me I live in

And float through the jungle at night on expedition

I got a jones for that live shit

Survivors of block wars and crime niggas know what I talk

In a black Tahoe, throw it in four load and blow the scene dancin

Doing 'bout a hundred all the way to Queens

[Xzibit (Prodigy):]

Eyes May Shine, teeth may grit, and all of that shit

And you still won't step, so what's next?

All of a sudden, you ain't sayin' nuttin'

(You better off buckin' yourself, you need to stop frontin')

Eyes May Shine, teeth may grit, and all of that shit

And you still won't step, so what's next? (What's next?)

All of a sudden, you ain't sayin' nuttin'

(You better off buckin' yourself, you need to stop frontin', nigga)

(Straight up and down, nigga...frontin' ass niggas)

Mr. X-to the-Z, yeah

With the Infamous Mobb, Likwit Crew

Coming live and direct to you and yours

In the 9-6, 9-7, '98 and beyond

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

Figure It Out lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Young De & Mykestro)

 [Xzibit:]

Yo... Young De

Mr. You know me

Broadcasting live from Los Angeles

[Xzibit & Young De:]

Wait now let me guess, I'll see how this go

You don't knuckle up, just pull your pistol

You can't fuck with us, I launch a missile

You know from this close I can't miss so

So figure it out

I don't care for what you saying

I'm praying for you motherfuckers thinking I'm playing

I'm playing till the 4-5 starts the spraying

You niggas explaining, I thought you was banging, lets figure it out!

[Young De:]

That you a gangster, rider, hustler

Which one are you, and what you gonna do

When it go down, pop off

Go hard, come soft

Then you get pumped like a chump in the lunch hall

Unregistered heat, that's a gun charge

Two clips one gun, that's a menage

(Yeah!) And we can see through the facade

Most pressure you ever had on your back was a massage

It's all fun and games until somebody get got

People start arguing somebody get shot

Police investigate, and what if you get caught

Now you the latest addition to the maximum state prison

I'm just a hard-headed nigga that can't listen

My motto is if it ain't broke don't fix it

My trigger finger itches

If you start tripping I'mma pull that four-fifth and ride!

[Xzibit & Young De:]

Wait now let me guess, I'll see how this go

You don't knuckle up, just pull your pistol

You can't fuck with us, I launch a missile

You know from this close I can't miss so

So figure it out

I don't care for what you saying

I'm praying for you motherfuckers thinking I'm playing

I'm playing till the 4-5 starts the spraying

You niggas explaining, I thought you was banging, lets figure it out!

[Young De:]

But this shit ain't a math problem

When you have beef with mad niggas with straps on 'em

Subtract your ego and carry a two

'Fore a bullet flies and divides you and your crew

That's why so longs as I'mma live illegal

I'm not a shook one like that Mobb Deep single

A black polo, hoodie, and a pea-coat

Ain't what I meant when I said I keep the heat close

There's way to many fake ass Nino Brown's

Running around that's down to they last C-Note

It's Cali baby, catch a fade without the barbershop

Got you and your pride lying out on the side walk

The cops is still using the same old white chalk

And [?] is still carrying [?]

They ain't asking for time when they say "You got a watch?"

They mean you back where you at, and how you talk

[Xzibit & Young De:]

Wait now let me guess, I'll see how this go

You don't knuckle up, just pull your pistol

You can't fuck with us, I launch a missile

You know from this close I can't miss so

So figure it out

I don't care for what you saying

I'm praying for you motherfuckers thinking I'm playing

I'm playing till the 4-5 starts the spraying

You niggas explaining, I thought you was banging, lets figure it out!

[Mykestro:]

A mix with Mayweather, now way better since

I put tips on a motherfucker so I save us the itch

She's looking outta your favor, the flame of the fifth

Put an end to that corageous shit

No such thing as part time banging where I'm from

Ain't no can occasional crips, trip!

When you face a permanent vacation and your prints on paper

Ain't no shaking his hand, that's some real shit!

Would you rather be caught with it, or without it?

It's hard as if you wanna be in it, or around it?

Detectives will flock when the hectic

The hecklering [?] come out

I send a spectrum of shots (Raaaahh!)

I Paul [?] that peer pressure to pop

Whether it stays important or shall I undress (Look)

I Shoot first ask questions last

The AK to them niggas with the neverending [?]

[Xzibit & Young De:]

Wait now let me guess, I'll see how this go

You don't knuckle up, just pull your pistol

You can't fuck with us, I launch a missile

You know from this close I can't miss so

So figure it out

I don't care for what you saying

I'm praying for you motherfuckers thinking I'm playing

I'm playing till the 4-5 starts the spraying

You niggas explaining, I thought you was banging, lets figure it out!

Game Face lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Ras Kass)

 [Xzibit:]

I don't fuck around I'll break you down in the hours of H

All these L.A. Times motherfuckers keepin the pace

No need to pull strings things still get done

To have you yellin at the top of yo lungs

So Xzibit never speak wit a false tounge

Slid off like a handgun

Tryin to build an empire to pass to my grandson

I never like to talk business over the phone

So either have love for the game or leave it alone

Plus action speak louder than words

And pussy move faster than birds

So I gotta keep a gameface

On the street you slip, and you might catch a hot one

Xzibit stay low and kick back like a shotgun

I keep it bangin to the end of the line

When a rapper think his faggot style is fuckin with mine, it's divine

Cuz my family is harder than bricks

Anything to keep it movin cuz it's harder to hit

[Ras Kass:]

Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine

Keep it movin to the end of the line

And action speak louder than words

And pussy move faster than birds

Gotta keep a gameface

[Xzibit:]

Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine

Keep it movin to the end of the line

And action speak louder than words

And pussy move faster than birds

Gotta keep a gameface

[Ras Kass:]

Men must be either pampered or crushed

To regulate, relegate, delegate power, nigga touch something

Trust no one and die dumping

Drained ya battery you barely talking like Teddy Ruxpin

See that's wassup, nigga I don't give a fuck

Say some shit so nasty, it'll make Little Kim blush

As if, a 98 bentley didn't tempt me

To lay bullshit over this MP

But consequently my conscience wouldn't permit me

I'm one-third black man, one-third Jackie Chan

One-third sand, shiftin across the surface of the land

Golden State Warrior let my nuts hang like niggas in nooses

While you givin groupies all your loochie

I'm known for fucking hoochies in suzukis

And known for slippin bourgeois bitches roofies

Loved and feared, severe yet loved

The full time titan fighting three million over night thugs

So keep your, hand out your rectum cause you can't stop shit

Don't rock shit, studio hustlers

Claimin' they got more keys than a locksmith

What part of the game is this

Bonus Round, give me the mic, the money

The pussy in that order, the more, the over-populated

Get fucked and orally copulated

And all you chumps on some you owe me an apology shit

Can suck yo apology out my dick

Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine

Keep it movin to the end of the line

And action speak louder than words

And pussy move faster than birds

Gotta keep a gameface

[Xzibit:]

Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine

Keep it movin to the end of the line

And action speak louder than words

And pussy move faster than birds

Gotta keep a gameface

[Ras Kass:]

This is for the black niggas, the yak sippers

The part time strippers,slash full time student,and fifty buck slippers

I got athletes feet,we run these contrete streets

Sporting cleats, ain't nothing sweet

[Xzibit:]

I'm making rappers get they shit together

Still smokin, still drinkin, still maintain clear thinkin

Everyday is the weekend, mashin thru in a lincoln

And style so sick, the whole car start stinking

[Ras Kass:]

Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine

Keep it movin to the end of the line

And action speak louder than words

And pussy move faster than birds

Gotta keep a gameface

[Xzibit:]

Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine

Keep it movin to the end of the line

And action speak louder than words

And pussy move faster than birds

Gotta keep a gameface

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

Get Your Walk On (Fredwreck Remix) lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Daz Dillinger, W.C.)

 [Xzibit, (Daz Dillinger) {W.C.}:]

(Yeah nigga, get your walk on)

Yeah, y'all tryna walk, huh?

Well, let us officially show you how to do the damn thang

Yo, ha, come on

{Woo} (What, what)

{What's crackalatin'? Haha} (Yeah)

{We done got the whole world doing our dance, homeboy}

Ah-ah {What's crackin', X?} (What, what)

{Dub-C}

{Bringin' it to ya live and direct with my homeboy Mr. X} (Yeah)

{Check this out, y'all} (Yeah, come on)

[W.C. (Xzibit):]

Heel toe, heel toe

Heel to the toe, heel the to toe, toe to the heel

Let me see you skippin' on that dance floor, baby

Looka here – walk, walk walk walk walk walk with me

Fool, what up? Lace some Chucks up

I be that Grand Imperial Wizard of C-walking teacher

Corduroy house shoe squeaker

A hood star, Child like Destiny

Gettin' my walk on with Mr. X to the Z (Yeah)

Fredwrizeck got this Dub Connect straight bangin'

Westside bandana swizzangin'

I done opened up a can of worms

And I done returned, many shoot the spreader like germs

On the remix, here's one more for y'all to talk on

Dub-C gettin' his walk on

[W.C. (Daz), Xzibit:]

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin' this here, this hit is dead right {Come on}

(Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up) {Yeah}

{Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up}

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin' this here, this hit is dead right

(Yeah, get your bounce on) {Bounce}, (back that ass up)

{Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up}

[Daz Dillinger (Xzibit):]

From the depths of the smog 'cause we servin' 'em as regular

Daz Dillinger, no one could do it better (Yeah)

Blue Chucks, blue rags, and a nigga blue sweater

X to the Z, Dub-C, my nigga

Let's get down when I get down and rippin' up the shit down

Fredwreck with the gangsta sizound

I make 'em sea sick when they listen to this

I gets stupid when we clizink up, we ain't had enough

Diggin' ya, comin' straight out the cut

With some shit that I wrote so you know I ain't no joke

But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat, put you on your back

Nigga, we get stupid like this and like that, see

Put ya left foot in and your right foot out

And ya do the C-walk and ya shake all around

If you do the Crip walk and the homies start to talk

See, that's what it's all about, woo, woo

[W.C. (Daz), Xzibit:]

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin' this here, this hit is dead right {Come on}

(Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up) {Yeah}

{Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up}

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin' this here, this hit is dead right

(Yeah, get your bounce on) {Bounce}, (back that ass up)

{Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up}

[Xzibit:]

I can drink a whole Hennessy fifth (Ah-ah)

Some call that a problem but I call it a gift

Gave the West Coast a facelift, brand new day (Yeah)

Now we got the whole planet tryna walk this way

On display, live and direct for y'all

No respect for the weak, no respect at all

Breakin' your jaw, easy like breakin' the law (Yeah)

Amplify your Alpine and shake the car

Pay attention, I'm on a mission, so walk with us

Talkin' tough ain't enough in Los Angeles

Gotta mean what you're saying, say what you're meaning

6-4 chromed out, three-wheel leaning

Khakis and T-shirts for all four seasons

Odds and evens, some visit without leaving

Here we go again, ain't a damn thing changed

Keep my name outta your mouth and stay in your lane

[W.C. (Daz), Xzibit:]

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin' this here, this hit is dead right {Come on}

(Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up) {Yeah}

{Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up}

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin' this here, this hit is dead right

(Yeah, get your bounce on) {Bounce}, (back that ass up)

{Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up}

In My Face lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Hi-C)

 [Xzibit:]

Oooooh...do re mi

Fa so la ti do yeah (I'm doin' vocals)

Intimate (Turn the music up, yeah c'mon!)

(Yeah! C'mon in, yeah welcome

Haa! Yeah! Yeah!!

Uhh, ya undastand me?)

Hey yoooooouu... (DJ motherfuckin' Quik, yeah)

(You know me, X to the Z, yeah (arah!)

Ahh, it don't stop, huhh yeah

Some new shit, come on

We just want you to bounce to

This shit for a minute, yeah

Ain't no rush...relax yourself

Relieve your stress, here we go

Yes...)

Bounce, come on bounce, come on boooounce

Bounce, come on bounce, come on boooounce

Put your pussy in my faaaace

And let me lick you 'till i

Feel the taaaaste

I am the master of the ceremony

So my territory be off limits to gimmicks

And niggas with wack lyrics

And tracks that lack spirits

So pop your collar (pop your collar!)

Fuck a dollar, I'm at ya tough and hard to swallow

Hard act to follow never the role model the what not

Set up shots slipknot my way to the top, pa-da pow!

Then changed the direction of it (yeah)

From the niggas that hate it to niggas that love it

What choo want from it

A reputation a luxurious life

Maybe find you a hoe that you could transform into a house wife

You loose stripes when you recite thru your wind pipes

With action cameras and lights and your shit ain't tight

It's on on sight thug rugged the love of it (yeah)

Push it shlingd'it shove it in the vein we dope

Remain with smoke, remote with Tash and Ras Kass

Six months of full blast bitch, gimme dat ass!...ha ha

Put your pussy in my faaace...and I'll

(Let me lick you laaady)

Lick you 'till I feel the taaaste

(Would you, would you)

Feel the taste

Feel the taste...of lovin' you

Feel the taste

Feel the taste...of lovin' you

Feel the taste

Feel the taste...of lovin' you

Feel the taste

Feel the taste...of lovin' you

[Hi-C:]

I'm a royalty check cashin'

Coup deville smashin', pretty titty assassin

Lookin' for some action

If you want compassion, I'll be pussy basshin'

Baby hit me up like 'yo, what the fuck happened?'

'Was it somethin' I did? Was it my three kids?

You don't love me no more, was it the wave or the wig?'

I'm tryna be nice, so I'm sittin' there thinkin'

But I had to tell the bitch 'baby your breath be stinkin' (ha ha)

Niggas, spendin' they last, tryna hustle for ass

You bought a Cadillac truck, but you can't buy gas

Insurance is a bitch, I hope you don't crash

But when you do, let me buy them rims and slap 'em on my jag

When it come to fasion, don't make me start flashin'

Break a bitch off, and have that whole tire slashin'

I'm leather, you're leather, together we be clashin'

Quik! Hit 'em with the chorus, homie start bashin'!

Put your pussy in my faaace...and I'll

(Let me lick you laaady)

Lick you 'till I feel the taaaste

(Would you, would you)

Feel the taste

Feel the taste...of lovin' you

Feel the taste

Feel the taste...of lovin' you

Feel the taste

Feel the taste...of lovin' you

Feel the taste

Feel the taste...of lovin' you

Jermaine Dupri Diss lyrics - Xzibit

 [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