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1. _ Paparazzi
Intro 1996, the Disfunctional member of the Alkohaliks family It's XZIBIT, Bring it live, one time, like this Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth my while Xzibit stay versitile with Million Dollar lifestyle and I can feel it as a child growin' up the niggaz that were real and the niggaz that were scared as fuck that's why Xzibit only roll with a chosen few You ain't really real, I can tell when I look at you So ease off the trigga talk, you ain't killin shit it's not affecting me or the niggaz that I'm chillin with I don't believe the hype or buy a Woof ticket Nigga you make a gang of noise and never seem like a cricket I guess that's why we never kick it a lot of niggaz are soft and get tossed tryin to fuck with the liquid How many niggaz do you know like this? Also claimin that they're riding but they really turn bitch It don't make sense Either you're a soldier from the start or an actor with a record deal tryin to play the part like dat Chorus: It's a shame niggaz in the rap game only for the money and the fame EXTRA LARGE It's a shame niggaz in the rap game only for the money and the fame Paparazzi (2x) I don't need no lights no cameras just action god dammit never no superstar I'm more like a planet so my composure is kept while others start to sweat A merchant from the fog with my fucked up dialogue try to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt and niggaz you spent it on, would not give a fuck now that's deep, how deep, It's deeper than Atlantis Home of the scandalous Big Bad Los Angeles Dangerous, Vandelous Yo, not to be trusted so how the fuck is you hard not being scared by the boulevard I'm pulling that card and sayin Gin muthafucka flowin like liquid, soak it in muthafucka I'm breakin it down, my sounds, so crowds are like deaf from the West puttin whole counties to the test it's all in perspective Breaker one-nine copy this is for the niggaz gettin caught up in the Paparazzi Chorus Niggaz smoke stress and cross dress but I just play the back others going through schemes and pipe dreams for a contract real tightly rolled, fuck 'em all how I feel I made a cool half mil before I had a record deal there for you look and stare like it's magic too much of anything can make you an addict when devils be startin static, forgot the automatic I set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate, but wait who dare to cross this path yo, I do ya like math cut with glass, make a blood bath so on behalf of all niggaz I get drunk with smoke a lot of blunts with I dispose of your punk shit keep it all in perspective Carbon Copies gettin caught up in the Paparazzi Once again, it's the liquitation crew and we will turn for you like this: Chorus more free lyrics |
2. _ Pussy Pop
[Method Man] It's the Meth in the house! Ha, yeah, break it down. [Xzibit] When it's all said in done, we gon' be on top Cause we don't stop, now, lock it down, hit the spot and clown; Niggas relyin on special effects While the khakis and chronic, got the bitches still breakin they neck Move the crowd without breakin a sweat Trend setter, with a Beretta, so keep it on deck Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna move through the set Don't be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept At a night club, talkin bout you don't go out And you tryin to got to school and make a certain amount But the last part, I just couldn't figure it out I guess its real hard to talk with a dick in your mouth Lightweight, like confetti, steadily tested by motherfuckers who ain't ready To deal with the legendary Soopafly, emcee, and bullett logo Shot callers, clear the whole block like we po-po Chorus: Method Man Round and round we go, it don't stop Till we all get dough, c'mon, make it hot Baby girl to the pussy pop, pussy pop Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop, pop! Lookin good with your stink-ass Type of ass make a nigga pull it over fast Make it hot, baby girl to pussy pop, pussy pop Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop! [Jayo Felony] Well, you gotta pop the pussy, get rid of the next with a name on your gums It's the ?Bidulo Gang? bitch, we both want some You got titties and ass But I got a dick and some cash You ain't talkin bout shit Then I'ma smash, bitch On three, on me, bitch, you my property Daddy Jayo Felony, ain't nobody stoppin me And I said daddy, bitch thats what you gon' call me I ain't no simp or a wimp I'ma motherfuckin pimp Tear spots in my hoes, make they high-heels fall off You got me ? the fuck-up, if you think I'm goin soft on ya; I'm hard on my hoes that's how it goes Bitch, get up off your toes, and get my six-four ? My name, you bounced, so you might as well break bread And only Dulo niggas know, whats the head My name is Billy Loco and this is my opinion I'm coming from SD, and Dulo is my religion Be-b-b-b- atch! Chorus [Xzibit] I don't save or pray, or ? clothes All I really wanna do is win the game, fuck hoes! In Jamaica, at the Half Moon Villa, with a killa And a cocain dealer, layin low from the law See it all comes down to who's quick to draw first Pay attention, prevention, ridin off in a hearse Mister X to the you know me Thousand-dollar bitches wanna pop the pussy for free The disfunctional member of the Alkoholik family tree Frequently bang bitches, Wu-Tang, Killer Bee Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina Coloda At the Ramada, make you work hard like Donna For the cheese, got you down on your hands and knees After that we kick back and burn up some trees Mad shout, cause Xzibit's not the type to be treatin I'm an Alkoholic and I'm late for my meeting (Come on, Like that!) Chorus more free lyrics |
3. _ Nobody Sound Like Me
Intro: Interviewer: If you saw you walking on a street and a black man were comin' torward you what would you be feeling? Scared man: Just one single black man? (yeah) I really don't fear that You know but if it's a group I'm talking from age thirt even thirteen even younger than thirteen. Yes I will walk across the street. Interviewer: Well let me ask you this... Hook: "I don't want niggas soundin' like me" -Ghostface Killah on 'Shark Niggas (Biters)' "I don't want niggas soundin' like me knowhatI'msayin'?" (x2) Xzibit: Yo we gettiin' restless me and D.O.G.s Never pretendin' rather we sendin' a very clear message Either you with me or against me punk hit 'em up Provide housin' for these shrimp from the shells we dump I'm makin' 'em bounce other niggas fail to bump Til we takin' advantage of inflicting irreversable damage It's the long awaited anticipated Likwit MC Bombin' first cause I feel it's better to give then receive You better believe Xzibit stays savage above the average When niggas try to switch turn bitch for the cabbage But see all that irrelevant it's like tryin' to turn a whore celibate I dance with the devil for the hell of it Burning down your lavish lanndscape on digital tape Cause everything you rhymin' about is actually fake So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate Thinkin' you rankin' top dollar but really counterfeit Hook Montageone: Niggas we null and void I get swole like a keyloid To overload your system with rhymes for millenniums To shut down artists with beats the deep closure Battlin' top rank for bank and exposure So open up your door to me Cause if it's closed I'm a brakin' in with some pantyhose Over the mic So you don't know who I sound like Executing those who record and bite to sound tight It's not permitted by the right The Gustopo surprising these niggas like Benny Blanco Remember me man? You thought I was a fan till I threw you in the back of a van Yo these Drop Squad delegates rhymes are delicate I spit on the mic to get these MC's pussys wet For those with plans to clone me thee original It can't be done I'm digital (digital) Hook Xzibit: Yo who wanna come see the hard rock? The non stop green block yo whole block recieve speed knot You need not Get brave my bullets never graze They hit close to home seperating flesh from bone So better get off on your own bitch Rollin' chrome shit tryin't to own shit I was molded, after the best that the streets had to offer The author of my own destiny So I suggest you stop stressin' me I'll find out when I pull my nine out and blow your mind out Play a deadly game with no fouls and no time outs Inhale large amounts of dojah forever ready like a soldier I'm lock mode and shoot from the shoulder And burn down your lavish landscape digital tape Cause everything you rhyme about is actually fake So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate Thinkin' you rankin' top dollar but really counterfeit Hook "I don't want niggas soundin' like me. On no album" more free lyrics |
4. _ Let It Rain
Intro: Judge: "Alright, your charged with public intoxication, alright listen" Convict: "There's a thousand people out who're drunk" Judge: "Okay, I understand that" Hook: [J-Ro] We O-W in the whole zone The Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it reign brother (3x) Xzibit do your thing Verse 1: [Xzibit] You get permanently put on your ass, like penny pin the grass Whenever you trespass on Alkaholik territory (Yeah, Yeah) More savage than any rapper on your waster I regulate, extortin' on ya R&B label mate Xzibit rates the state Cross me or cause me Fuck Ziggy and Flossy I'm tryin' to keep the government off me Dogin' hard time and house arrest Whatta you expect, findin' what ya never forget Cause you're sellin' wolf tickets that your ass can't pay While I displace, kill, blast down at Cassius Clay In this prime time, buckle for mine Use the nickel and dime You on felony crime, but now I bust mine Instead of bustin' at enemies when the sun go down Me and my niggas with a fat one Smoke 'em all down to nothing Crushin' rappers, spare when it's like Jehovah Swore we haven't been sober Since 21 and over Hook: [Xzibit] We O-W in the whole zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it reign brother (4x) We O-W in the whole zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it reign brother (2x) Let it reign King Tee do your thing Verse 2: [King Tee] When the Likwit hits my soul I get conceptions to make the microphones explode The drunk mode Sippin' (?exo?) from the straw King Tee broadcaster raw Optical intoxication Fludge your videostation Scramblin' any playahation But some of these fools got tricks in they boxes ?So I'm bloxin', pull they hoes back in the soxin? Tha Alkaholiks rock shit Any which way man I got shit The Alkaholik don, king from Babylon With some fatal shock shit And this district's domestic As the mystic, registic and I get's hectic Which, which back shit The Likwit comity Believe me loc, things will get shitty Ain't gon look pretty Commin' from the likwidation squad Smoke weed, drink hard, my god Hook: [Xzibit] We O-W in the whole zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it reign brother (4x) We O-W in the whole zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it reign brother (2x) Let it reign J-Ro do your thing Verse 3: [J-Ro] Fuck that East-West mess I'm gettin' rest last We make the crowd say "yes, yes" Faster than the SS I'mpala, you got beef than holla My crew sticks together like Richy and Dollar We got the (?) They bitin' like a wolf full off piss and rots I got that old school soul Called take it back like repo And I got foes on my shelf like homes T-Paul I'm C-Bo, that's my homeboy Rico Posted up with three French bras at the need bowl I got dressed, with the speed off a cheetah (?) Hopped in my 2-seater Sunshine, drivin' down fine Walk a 1 on 3.9 They playin oehh so fine Got 'em on the fifth floor Knocked at the door Xzibit's in the house and he brought three more "What the fuck is goin' on in here, What's happenin', Where we drinkin' at, These my homegirls right here, What y'all drinkin' right now, fuck that, All we got is Hennessy" Hook: [Xzibit] We O-W in the whole zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it reign brother (2x) Let it reign Rico do your thing Verse 4: [Rico a.k.a Tash] And up next, we got the likwit It's so drunk, it's ridiculous When Tash got the mic, I swing my shit like Jack Nikkeling I'm spinnin' this with niggas that slept on Likwidation Cause no matter where yo more free lyrics |
5. _ Carry The Weight
Intro: Xzibit, [J-Ro] I really wish I could you know at twenty-one youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo [I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things I do, youknowhatI'm sayin'] Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin' Go ahead Yeah! I break it down like this Verse One: You see I don't like to remenisce about the past The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth Each and every wrong move the police keep count make it real fuckin' easy to get streched out I was at the funeral when it all began You know the painful transition from a boy to men I lost sight of my mother at the age of nine didn't understand death nearly lost my mind But see life moves on and broke niggas can't change it Age ten, new step family arrangement at thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like shit I would forever be hit with anything in reach Then my father would proceed to go to church and preach about forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat cracked physical contact was in form of a slap at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate Into juvenile detention where I built up hate I don't remember the date of the judical debate but legally I was now in custody of the state Chorus: And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make Gotta find some way to release this hate And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight Interlude: Xzibit, [J-Ro] [Yeah it's fucked up though man] [YouknowhatI'msayin'] Yo [The fuck you doin' in jail] Insane man, I don't know man, he he he [Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude] Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man YouknowI'msayin' [It's popin' man] It's cool yo fuck that [It's popin' out here] They can go on and on for that [I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home] Verse Two: And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home but only now I was fucked up plus all alone My father talkin' all crazy to me over the phone Turned age sixteen now on my own Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too with no hesitation lock load then blast you Without a hastle we in a town of hicks fuckin' all these chicks Sellin' rock by the bricks so we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown At the house when the mothafuckin' man touched down Screamin' demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)" A.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban we never kept it in the house So of course we clounded Only found one pistol took us all down town We be out by the end of the afternoon gettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM! Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife Ty and Matt caught bodies Now they spend there life behind bars catchin' scars that will not heal niggas don't know the half about keepin' it real Chorus 1 1/2 Outro: Like this Like this, like that Yeah! gotta carry the weight Like this euh! Bringin live Yeah! yeah! like this It's Xzibit Gotta carry the weight Like that yo! Like that yo! more free lyrics |
6. _ Positively Negative
King Tee: Now let me introduce whose first The nigga that's been down with the set since birth Whatever it was worth I checked in on the norm Since a juvenile callin' Shots in the dorm Moms said you better get right Or shake the spot I chose to break and be a rollin' stone Like pop Stashin' the rocks by the gats With the Gs So I can talk crazy when the narks yell freeze! I don't fight the feelin' Gotta hustle with a passion Comin' cross state to put you down With some action In actuallity I keeps it real in the streets Remininsin' younger days Over gangsa ass beats And I, Hit the weed Til myeye balls bleed While my life is corrupted By lust and greed Serve you anything from cocaine Up to speed I came with the drank So here's five on the weed Xzibit: See kids don't belong Up in grown folks buisness The Likwit niggas rollin' through with a thickness Sickness bear witness Like tequlla without a chaser It burns going down Niggas guarenteed to drown Legendary sound From the west coast underground The mighty King Tee And Mr. X to the Z, see Never underestimate the power Of the X man Dismantle your plans Or just catch you with a back hand Xzbit bring it to you live With the know how Cool in a gang And ain't about to change My lifestyle Catchin' bodies in this uphill battle But Xzibit unravel Have smoke will travel I bust Teflon rhymes Into the crowd, bitch You anin't Steve Rif So stop trying to get Loud You need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision Xzibit still winnin' Unanimous decisions King Tee: It's going down Once again everybody lay down Run your money and the jewels To the front without a sound The infamous supreme King Tee Glad to meet ya Derranged in the mothafuckin' brain Through ya speaka and hey I walk around the hood lookin' looped Strapped like a mothafuckin' Desert strom troop Niggas be like "King Tila How you get that Benz?" By sending birds to Oklahoma City To my friends I slang my gangsta funk Through the night Sometimes I fight Like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright Compton is where I dwell It's like hell Slangin' the shit that got the smokers In a spell And all my homies live lives Like crooks Rich and infamous Hoes wanna look but get shook Cause we don't trust you hoes You'll have a nigga fucked up With a bullet through his clothes Positively nothings positive Negativity positively how we live Positively nothings positive Negativity positively how we live Xzibit: Ladies and gentlemen Undivided attention Xzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson It's the... Most dangerous things next to grizzles Unsolved mysteries Xzibit hit you penetentary style Quick sharp and straight to the neck I'm heavy on your chest I'm all up in your life Like stress The coast that resides to your left Whre niggas perpitrate And catch a fate worse than death And like Cyanide I'm hard to detect Got more desighns and stragiht lines Than an architect King Tee chapter four Verse seven reads Xzibit shall come and break down humanity Niggas lose ther're sanity Trying to handle me Dysfunctional member of the Alkaholik family more free lyrics |
7. _ Eyes May Shine
Yeah yeah Look, you could've got away but your response wasn't quick enough Can't preserve life 'cause the best wasn't thick enough Teflon, Napalm, Homicide scenes These are a few of my favorite things! But I ain't Mary so ain't a damn thing poppin Only death disease and a whole lota palm trees Not only for mics, Xzibit is a way of life Until my death so I celebrate success Best of the best wouldn't test these waters with a yacht Sendin' sixteen shots across your parking lot All up on your proximity drinking Hennessy Holdin down ground like the Statute of Liberty So nobody ever can rush my spot And the torch stay lit so I ain't worried about shit It ain't where your from it's al about how you represent! Unfamiliar faces better know who your fuckin' with [Chorus]: (2x) 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 nothin [You Better off buckin yourself] [You need to stop frontin] I'm only comin' through when it's time for collection Xzibit forever nasty, spread like infection Ain't no protection ever made by man to withstand this punishment In other words runnin' shit Keep your eyes wide cause the style gets darker I make papers and see more new cars than Bob barker 'Cause if the price ain't right then it's time to take flight Let the piece go twice to make sure you see the light Plus I'm dreaded not by the locks but by the cops And flocks of females that only think with their croth Unlimitted smoke The bonified cut throat Columbian neck tie Now don't you look fly I'll leave you there to be discovered by your mother Or maybe your brother or your boty boy lover No matter your backround Xzibit never backs down Be prepared for static and semi automatics in your grill [Chorus]: (2x) 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 nothin [You Better off buckin yourself] [You need to stop frontin] Everything that come around go 3.6.0. Longtitude and latitude It's alll in the attitude I'm in the mood to put a twist on things Xzibit here to rock the planet 'till the fat bitch sings The shit is closer than you think Don't blink it might be over in a matter of seconds I'd like to say this off the record But it's not So I testify to the fact Chronic mixed with the Yak make a hellified contact It makes it real easy to trip Unload the whole clip on your block then split! Aint no answers to the test you taken Never move fakin' Can't be shaken' From my solid foundation like this [Chorus]: (2x) 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 nothin [You Better off buckin yourself] [You need to stop frontin] more free lyrics |
8. _ 3 Card Molly
Ras Kass] What, yeah, yeah Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof with my nigga Bud'da, on the track Golden State Warriors.. Eatin every rapper on the plate Huh, feel me I got three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh on section eight, with multiple one-eighty-sevens Sport a Marilyn Manson t-shirt when I die and go to heaven Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin Remember the name Ras Kass-ciano Get to clownin y'all punk bitches, cause I'm a Mac, like Ronald I make Mac make money, and mack murder wack rappers My Makaveli verse Bomb First, the Mac-11'll gat cha When I get at cha, the situation tenses Fatality before you ever reach your senses Got so-called writers, crashing into brick fences like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that white princess If you lookin for sympathy, you better look between R and T, in the fucking dictionary See the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin Henn' Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of kin Chorus: repeat 2X [RK] Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it [GS] Golden State, number one with a bullet [XZ] It's three card molly [RK] Will they ever stop? [XZ] Probably not [SN] Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop [Saafir the Saucee Nomad] The un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics A doctor, with a lot of patients/patience And perseverance -- flows like an ocean liner that sails/sales like a clearance, I'm bilingual Fly like a flamingo, I'm a pitcha, everything I freak I eat like Al Pacino, you don't like me baby You ain't happy, you need some Ecstasy Now you in my properties, but you have to pay my equity For the lowest point in my character I'll reach the highest place in the house when I rock like the Qu'ran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like buillion cube Been this way since I was fourteen And like this I been runnin shit without the use of Sportscreme Rippin up tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay I'm grim, I brim over my brow when I rip Never write rhymes with slim fingertips Each syllable you choose to use is light as a flower Keep tryin to go gold but all you're gettin is a golden shower Chorus [Xzibit] Look, now if it wasn't for the West These rap niggaz wouldn't need a vest around they chest Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive So the day some niggaz come for you I'm really not surprised Mr. Black Bruce Willis, please don't kill us I show mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion We sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue Put you on the spot to put you on the menu Fricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot Xzibit livin life, like a bull inside a china shop Strippin everything, see you ain't even got a dime to drop Go ahead and call the cops, you ain't said nathin Jerry Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight you to the parkin lot, niggaz ain't ready for all this heat we got Picture yourself crushin Xzibit with your tough talk That's like Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk Chorus more free lyrics |
9. _ Focus
Yo, turn it up a little so you (Focus) Homeboy I ain't never gon let em take me under I maintain with a mindframe to bring the rain and the thunder Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger and focus(focus) on the days and times(focus) that approach us Verse 1 Bad seeds is planted to grow large and toke us Whatever is left will be eaten alive by the locusts Hear me not, believe me later You can feel the animosity through this Irwin Vega A full clip to make this bullshit stop I'm in the struggle to bring the underground to the top Head lock, Las Angeles, home of the scandalous And beautiful bitches, smell the aroma Nothin but doja, the Likwit soldier Quick to fold you in half, sit back and laugh at you Xzibit standing firm ground like a stone statue You ever have a .45 slug blown at you? We unstoppable, so everything is possible Chorus Xzibit maintain focus till the casket drop That's (focus) the only to survive and stay on top Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger And focus(focus) on the days and times that approach us (repeat) Verse 2 Be on the lookout Cause this year some niggas gettin took out Takin off of the scene Man versus machine I live between a rock and a hard place About face stand straight This is General X Dedicated to the critics that hope and pray That some day I'll go soft And try to swing with a gimmick and fall off Runnin with dogs you can't call off Isolate to eliminate That's the mind state Never violate I make your whole chest dialate Defeat my appetite to annhilate I carry the weight from state to state Spread the product Tired of friends and relatives gettin shot up It's time for some action like Redman and B-Real Cause I can be a dead man if I stand still Too close for comfort, I'm under the gun Like a felon going back I'm ready to crack Making niggas role the credits and fade to black fade to black fade to black fade to black Chorus Yeah, everyday of my life Got clear thinking, and everything stay tight Drop bomb shit Only bomb shit Here come Xzibit to break it down like this Chorus more free lyrics |
10. _ At The Speed Of Life
Intro: Listen you fuckers, you screwheads Here's a man who won't take it anymore A man who stood up against The skunk, the kunts, the dogs, the fill, the shit Here is some one who stood up Here is... Yeah! this is it for anybody usin bodies presents, Xzibit movin at the speed of life Yeah! check it Verse One: It took a long time comin but we waited Xzibit went from underated To now most antcipaded never would of thought that I would rock your set And get love and respect without no special effects Only the rugged ruff shit that the hard rock need Lyrics must contain more then just clothes bitches and weed thinkin' how you like to see the next man bleed Tryin to glority greed Livin life at ridiculuos speed-indeed! The main goal to achieve, is to succeed Have it laid out for your seed But the world gets colder every day by day Physically, mentally gettin drained by L.A. Trying to find piece of mind is like trying to find a gold mine it just wont happen no time for relaxin Real soldiers of fortune the front line of the action So never show a nigga what you packin' "You know what i'm sayin'?" It's too much weight to be juggling who do you picture when you think about struggling Kids in the bed, no food stomach bubbilin Niggas in the E-class heavy drug smugglin Chorus: Movin...yeah! yes movin... At the speed of life Verse Two: And plus I feel that no style is darker than mine There was a time it was all about beats and rhymes But nowadays the blind just follow the blind and when I die! Niggas still recite these lines to rock the heads, waterbeds citys and towns Bringin strength to the masses that be holdin it down the underground! to upper echelon and beyond Xzibit rock and roll the streets like a vagabond Nigga wanna trip you gettin dissed like a blond bitch mackin to Farrakhan, I run game like a marathon It's here today then tomorrow it's gone It's the law of the land a straight modern day babylon! Chorus: Movin...yeah! yeah! like this Like this...at the speed of life Ah! Bring it live, yeah! Verse Three: Xzibit lookin at the earth thru wide angles I found a stairway to heaven in a city of lost angels Where small situations turn to altercation with a heavy ass price 'cause niggas don't fight no more! before hip hop was all about drama anything for a dollar before Kane fucked Madona Xzibit maintain and stayed bent like a comma Just me and my bottle we shall lead not follow Emcees be full of shit but they style be hollow it seems you've bitin off more than you can possibly swallow just a day in the life of a man named X only blunt and latex for the oppisite sex you see niggas comin thru to smoke and pay respect ever since fifteen, I been ready for anything whatever they bring in any shape, form or fashion I live to the fullest and rip rhyme with a passion but in the mean while if worse comes to worst bust a round or bust a verse whatever comes first Yeah! we got it locked down tight Xzibit bring truth to the light shit is movin at the speed of life Chorus: Movin... At the speed of life more free lyrics |
11. _ Foundation
Verse 1 When I look you in your eyes I can see my own Straight love manifested in flesh and bone You's a breath of fresh air in this world of shit You was born to be a soldier don't ever forget Hit back when hit Use force that's effective All these bitches and women Son, please be selective This is California can't stick your dick in everything We will survive necessarily by any means Let no man ever hold you down or supress you It's the 90's the police just arrest you, disrespect you on occasion take life By the time you come of age they'll probably blast on sight It's a shame they protect them but try to serve us When your neck is on the line stand ground then bust In God we trust but just incase keep it loaded and locked Ready to rock Then shake the spot The Foundation Verse 2 You came from a long line of killers and drug dealers Who forever smoke bud So it's probably in your blood Realize you can only run the streets so long Then the streets run you into the ground then gone It's kinda ruff trying to teach you what's right from wrong Same shit different day It's the same ol' song If the time ever comes that I meet my match Take control of my assets Fuck startin' from scratch Take care of your mother Keep yourself on track Just cause niggas get behind you don't mean they got your back Beware of the serpent Cause there's a time in life the mothafucker will strike And try to make you loose sight Don't be a fake mothafucker tryin to keep shit real Fill cassettes with idle threats with no guts to kill Son if you ever pull heat Then use it If you got a chance to walk away Then do it Total domination takes full concentration in all situations A solid foundation Verse 3 You are the foundation Begining of a new generation I remember hospital hallway pacin' I was anxious as fuck to see your face shine Only to find that yours looked like mine So it's like I'm livin twice at the exact same time In this life you can't press stop Then press rewind Gotta live to the fullest never follow behind no man Have your own plan, expand your mind Ain't no paper thin game to raise wannabe thugs This is nothing but love via sattelite Muggs Take heed when it's your turn to bring new life Make sure it's the woman you goin' make your wife Be prepared for the worst But expect the best No matter where life takes you Come home to the West Survival takes more than just gats and guns That's words to live by From a father to a son Foundation more free lyrics |
12. _ Shroomz
Verse 1: its a long day Friday its like movin on this way got Xzibit up tight, right Partner cam through wit two white boys (duuude) talkin noise bout a hot spot where bitches come alone and niggas dont cop block let the top drop and we out hit the liquor store give me O.E. and three blunts no make it four anything else (Vitamin C pills and orange juice) what are you drinking gin (no dude its the shroomz) the shroomz? (what?) yeah thats some other shit one of the reasons why George Clinton sees the mother ship how high it make you get fucked up? throw it up, guts or do it have you stuck wit soft dick and cant fuck hold up Verse 2: now chew 'em up and slam the orange juice vitamin c chase kill the taste you can tell its nasty by the look on my face dont get it twisted like a nigga coked up and druggied down see cannibus and mushrooms be comin from the ground all natural post it at the club looking funny style tight slack pimp feather hat where the bitches at here we giving orders at the bar holding money when all of a sudden all the people started looking funny and started lookin runny and likwitfy right before my very eye this is a different kind of high (ohh shit, you see this shit this motherfuckers melting and shit) Verse 3: niggas and bitches walkin by that i recognize feeling hypnotized pupils dialated changing size thats when i heard the battle cries from across the room set thes crooked niggas straight nickel proof activate for mom i brought wild niggas smashing you came crashing through elbows and right hooks for you we got thrown out by this time my shit is blown out pull the phone out accelleration and we bone out in the zone out beyond Captain Kurk and cling on shit that im on be high powered like a yukon back to my house fucked up trying to see straight how much of that bullshit did I actually take (2 grams duuude) god damn no wonder why I feel like a underneath total white boy fagot we got beef over did it holms niggas playin bones in the living room restless try to find anything to mess with where my keys at pickin up clothes trying to fold this shit see my riot gage on teh wall better unload this shit fucked up niggas and fire arms dont mix right cocked back the chamber dumping shells till it felt lite thought I dumped the all counted 7 but it was 8 straight gone point the barrel at teh flow and let it go (fuck!, shit!...wooow...ah ah ah its cool, I just shot the flow man. Its all good, its all good...ah ah where everbody at, ah shit (haha) fuckin wit dat shit more free lyrics |
13. _ Deeper
Verse 1: Yeah so it all comes down to this (what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. fight night type (ding ding) So when I hits in the stage we can Face Off Watch me rattle your Nicholas Cage Bring heat in ridiculous ways never compromise Look into my eyes tell me what you see (what?) Victory ecstasy maybe Hennessy Energy wasted, enemies gettin' laced with That point blank to the face shit Who you think this is Young black bust a nigga ass strickly business man Self disciple Heinakin let the record spin Paparazzi all over again, times ten Like thee original sin I'm tryin' to fuck it up for everybody The hot ? get collect calls from John Gotti I kick back like karate Butter soft burn off and solid black Mazaratti like Hook: Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) No gain with no pain (it gets deeper then that) Dyin' in the fast lane (way deeper then that) To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at Verse 2: Long hair ganja smoke but don't be mistaken I ain't Jamacian Find another chick to jerk A world of hurt 9 to 5 puttin' in work Never rest put to the test get put to the death Never the less only greater than Trust no man Soon to have the whole wide world inside of my hand So I suggest you act right my insight like sunlight Burn your cornea Big bad California To the Waldord Historia (c'mon) N.Y.C. competition wish to some day roll like me But all I see is capital H-E-A-T I'm makin' motherfuckers Run like DMC (run) The Likwit MC is here to blaze a nigga like a fat one Non radio bangin' shit goin' platinum And keep slappin' 'em with a Colt 45 While my Old English leave you broken down with a Crooked Ise (eye) Hook Verse 3: Suck it easy Movin' On Up like George and Weezy You can't stop it love it or leave it alone Xzibit writtin' more pages then the state penetentary Full of well known villians that wanna come home Never relax ain't no tellin' lay it on wax Make it bang let Stever sell 'em and dip 'em in chrome My nigga Bud'da chip off beats like cellular phones Heir to the thrown Xzibit bring the lead to your dome Like a 3rd world rebellion squad on your boulevard Protect they spots with heat They kids ggotta eat to make it big in Cali it depends on who you meet And who you sleep with Might find yourself in deep shit So hit me with your best shot I'm lookin' forward to it You shouldn't repeat it if you ain't really goin' through it How dare you try to check the fluid Rip the track chillin' on your big plans like Wilsure and Farefax Hook more free lyrics |
14. _ Bird's Eye View
Xzibit: When it comes to shit like this I always get it right the first time playa haters and snakes waitin' for mistakes But that's the breaks the highs and lows Of the industry D.I.T.C. and X to the Z Bringin' it live Get it crackin' to the third degree Xzibit breakin' niggas down like H.I.V. We gring rap to your city like B.E.T. But still feel California Is the place to be, Catashtrophy... Tash: The Alkaholiks is back to fry you Xtra crispy With the skills that make the plots to dis me Xtra risky Cause the time it takes to infiltrate And stop my forward motion California will have broken off And fell into the ocean Cause i rocked around the world With my ill type skill Step for real or I'll leave your grill scarred like Seal Cause I regulate the sectin where the drinks Is gettin blended Certified bartender So catch the 40 When I send it your way Xzibit: Niggas that hustle Till the day light break Go to county 20 times Still can't go straight Don't nothin in the mothafuckin' World come free I'll never see a nine to five Cause it just ain't me (It's like this) Xzibit shall hustle, lift build muscle And think like Russell Survive and bring it live and direct To any crowd through out the world Like this come home And smoke a spliff in the benz With Swift Chorus(2 Times) Xzibit: I'm fucked up J-Ro J-Ro: Yo i'm fucked up to Lookin' at these bitches From a birds eye view My name is J-Ro from tthe Likwit Crew Hurricane G: So what nigga is it you wanna do J-Ro: My flow is metaphorical Historicly correct What do you expect from a nigga With my intellect East coast representing West coast gangsta New I ain't trippin' I call up King Tee we go dippin' Through the streets Pumpin' hard core Likwit beats Flowin' air blowin' loungin' Inn them leather seats Think gback how we used to rock the house party Now we jsut fuckin' it up for everybody Xzibit: How dare you try to compare Yourself to the original Professional Xzibit break you down Like correctional Facilitys Limit all capabilities muthafuck MC's Hard to read like Japanese I'm spreading like disease So I can't be stopped By who you run with your click Or the Btich ass cops Xzibits' first LP It hit your black like crack rock I'm blowin' up your spot by remote Mr. Cut Throat J-Ro: I"m from Cystal-ifornia I warned ya I'd be on ya The Ro is outer national Cold as Henne-sota I smoke 12 MC's a day Just to fill my quota From Fourty 0-hio All the way to Ore-gin Buddy my fingers are bloody Now I'm Washing-ten I clown from Brew-york Down to Mi-ti-ami I soak up game like a shammy Understand me? Hook Tash: So Elizabeth it's MC's That's comin' to join ya Some will be from NYC And some will be from California Cause I drop the lyrics on you From beneath the Earth's surface Where I write rhymes so fresh I try to bite my own verses Cause the purpose of my flow Is to let you know My style is badder than the water Down in Mexico Cause RICO blend styles liek juice and gin I got the Likwit shit That have you seein' double Like the Twins Hook more free lyrics |
15. _ Handle Your Business
Xzibit] Yeah, uh, what, worldwide Yeah, I'm forever, ever lastin, spread the wealth Procrastination like masturbation, your fuckin yourself So we gonna move on em quickly (what) No chance to think about coming back Chain smoke em, turn they lungs black See I was raised to love black, but sometimes Black folks wanna sweat you harder than the one-time Never participate in dumb, def and blind shit Plus I got my little man, so daily I'm reminded The ride only gets rougher (right) But I'll be damned if me and my niggas suffer Smuggle this motherucker with the raw shit, I'm blessed wit Lookin at the world, burned for the young and the desperate Showed heart, but got cardiac arrested More than a nigga with an image and a press kit The wreck hits, creates desert land, desolate The whole intent to rock the shit, keep the herb lit Chorus: Xzibit (Defari) Handle your business before your business handles you Mister X to the Z (and Defari Herut), one two (Remain true, regardless what we go through) Yeah, handle your business so you can stand on your on two *repeat* [Defari Herut] Everyday I puts in down in LA, hustle in this Assassin lyricist, serious, muscle in this I call the bets, I know we got coordinates on more games to wreck We blaze shows, never no Half Step Tactics, B-Boys, no games no antics No false images, no bullshit semantics We planned this, for hundred of thousands Reignin/Rainin on they brains with lyrics, from the mountains Don't contemplate what you can't even demostrate Defari lottery draftpick, never the second rate Nigga who wanna hate but front like its all great I gots no time for these emotional niggas, I gots to motivate Moves to make, best rhyme straight That's for the old school, this here's our year, it's time to elevate Handle this, don't hesitate got money to make Push maximum levels from the Golden State Chorus [Defari Herut] This combination's high calibre Hatians stay amazed and confused like this was algebra I'm scoutin the, best land for property Never sloppily, picture someone stoppin me From gettin mine, line after line And you wonder why I call these fake niggas Miller they think they Genuine; I'm startin to shine, imported Italian With a custom made Herut charm as my medallion [Xzibit] Seem like, I recite the same prayer every night Watch my folks, make sure my dogs stay tight And fully prepared to gunfight in broad daylight Till then, lick it to the chin, let it begin We could break bread or break skin; and watch me send it Try not to break the law, sometimes I gotta bend it And my directions, suggest for your own protection You motherfuckers keep it movin like an intersection Chorus Serious business *scratched in background* Fuck you, like that Mr. X to the Z, Defari Herut. Yeah, yeah right? *3X* What, keep it movin like this y'all more free lyrics |
16. _ Just Maintain
[Xzibit] I look you in the grill And I laugh inside Niggas always perpetratin Like they down to ride But please don't try to tell me What I can not see What's the real definiton Of A Fake MC [J-Ro] Muthafuckas only rappin since 93 And expect all props [Xzibit] Them gettin dropped like hot rocks "So stop what you doin cause I'm About to ruin"..... Like Shock-G get turned to stone Tryin to rock me I seperate my thought process From stress, 24 tracks inside my brain Tyrin to maintain I bang shit without no gang or jherri curls I seem like Kadeem In a whole different world It's the girls the cars niggas lose themselves Forgettin who they are When they try to be that superstar They don't understand It's all in the game plan Exploit the art And watch Hip-Hop fall apart But I'm a do my part, and stay true And keep breakin down bitch niggas like you HOOK [Hurrincane Gee] I'm not the type To play games or drop Name I just maintain And burn rappers out the frame Doin my part to stay true And keep breakin down Bitch niggas like you [Xzibit] But above all else I represent it for myself Leavin muthafuckas stretched out Or better yet X-ed out Xzibit, Excelerate, I rush it to the extreme Like nicotine, never get me clean From your blood stream We all can't bust, so do it how you must But if you hustle, avoid gettin rushed With hand cuffs plus In got we trust but don't trust us, we just Add to the ashes, then pick up the dust Like that [J-Ro] I make it seem Like you havin bad dreams Have you wakin up out your sleep By your own screams Xzibit has arrived Goddamit [Xzibit] We bout to rock the whole planet And bitch niggas can't stand it Try to play the back and look intense You need to hit a fence You don't want none of this Hands on experience I'm no the type to play games Or drop names I just Maintain and drop rappers out the frame [Hurricane Gee] I bring it to the ruffest toughest Mic killers And you wanna be niggas And you burn bithces, type vicious I'mitating Hurricane flow for riches You don't know the half I got the ill vocab double rap style Gettin bucked More freaky than your last good fuck Milkin you like ba ba pieces Meetin niggas lyrical wishes Writin rhymes and washin out dishes Flowin with the likwid wicked Representin with my nigga Xzibit And we gonna do it And do it and do it Til you satisfied! cause shit is tight Bodiqua C.E.O. on the mic Smashin and trashin Fuck Moschino fashion All you muthafuckas need to stop askin Valued more than the chrome On your last set of wheels Hurricane here to reign on your brain Just maintain more free lyrics |
17. _ Hit & Run (Part II)
[Intro]: [Hightower]: Baby, do me a favor, call up Xzibit for me. [Xzibit]: Allo? [Girl]: Hello, Xzibit? [Xzibit]: Yeah, yeah, what's up? [Girl]: Hold on one second ok? [Xzibit]: Alright [Hightower]: Xzibit? [Xzibit]: Hey, what's up? [Hightower]: It's Ron, Hightower. [Xzibit]: Ah, what's up dude, what's goin' down? [Hightower]: Eh nigga, it ain't nothin' but a party! [Xzbibit]: Yoo! shit it's goin' down? [Hightower]: Hey, let me tell you something. I got some ladies over here, you know... [Girl]: Hi Xzibit! [Xzibit]: What's up? [Hightower]: He he, see what I'm saying. They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit But listen why don't you do this When you're done over there, why don't you come here and shit You know what I'm saying? That way they can tell you hello on person [Xzibit]: Ah alrihgt, you want me to bring you somethin' [Hightower]: Hey, bring yourself, I'm sure they can handle the rest You know what I mean? [Xzibit]: Yeah yeah, alright, I'll be over there in a minute. [Hightower]: Peace! [Xzibit]: Alright [Verse One]: [Xzibit]: It's a lazy Sunday night Xzibit posted at the lab Gettin' high as a kite Proceed to rolll the light It's real tight In a paper Philly Blunts I don't need It might fuck off the taste Of this bomb ass weed My nigga Tango and Breeze Came thru we blaze a few Together bored as fuck Niggas down for whatever Break left from the bomb Phone call from Ron Hightower Shower at his crib in a hour All the women involved drop drawers Don't say nothin' Just a lota nuttin' Fuckin' plus dick suckin' Goddamn who was that? Half black with the fat ass Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass [For me] My name's Xzibit I aint' tryin' to spit game Just tell me your name And the proportions of your frame [38-26-32] That's right Xzibit now has it poppin' on Sunday night [Chorus]: (2x) I don't wanna save 'em Pay em' or buy clothes All we really wanna do Is try to fuck these hoes [Verse Two]: [Rass Kass]: You knew the game And you still ended up on your back... [Xzibit]: Bitches get laid like tracks Break it down like that With stacks of profilactics Got ill tactics just to get you on the mattress like yo [girl moaning in background] With minimal conversation No time wastin' Only hard penetration Gettin' shiners on recliners Cummin' in your faces Stop! Get on top I take your mind different places Won't be satisfied till I hit every race Color and creed in deed All I need is weed a fly steez Who ain't afraid to take the lead A little dirt on your knees Looked over saw Breeze Laid out on the couch about to let it all out Nigga that's the kinda shit that I'm talkin' about [Chorus]: (4x) I don't wanna save em' Pay em' or buy clothes All we really wanna do Is try to fuck these hoes more free lyrics |
18. _ Enemies & Friends
Intro: Xzibit, [J-Ro] 1996, dysfunctional member Of the Alkaholik family, yo Rule Number One Always be aware of your surroundings And peep all exits Stay and move to the next shit Rule Number Two Love no one that don't love you And if the shit come down Then you know your way around Rule Number Three Realize it ain't about size Or havin' gats and guns Because it only takes one Handle your business Don't let your business handle you It's a lot of motherfuckers tryin' to do What you're doin' right here, right now Same color, same style Tryin' to claim worldwide And ain't traveled but one mile In these shoes, I paid dues With nothin' to lose Live by the rhyme But I'ma die by the booze Xzibit breakin' down niggas Who got somethin' to prove Here we are face to face Nigga make your move You're in the wrong place But at the right situation Cause i was waitin Hotter than Satan, never perpetratin Chorus: I treat my enemies like friends So I can reach out and touch Leave'em in the dust at the very end You now tuned in to Hennessy and Gin Ice cold Heinekens and down for whatever skins Animosity you can reach out and touch Heavy right handed Teeth grind like a clutch And plus you ain't never had this much Too many friends too close You might collapse from an overdose I was raised to never follow after no man To be my own man So I can die by my own hand And never knowin' what the next day can bring So I gotta make the ends Justify the means Yo, I'm on the scene, here to do my own thing Can't never spend a lifetime Chasin' after dreams I got the right shit For all the wrong reasons As long as I breathin' Niggas change like seasons Never trust a man Who can't look you in your eyes Only the strong survive And that's word to the wise Yo, when dead bodies get outlined in chalk Everybody should walk Cause real killers don't talk I ain't really concerned How many bridges you burned I extinguish your flame And take aim at your brain Givin' ligament pain To have you walkin' with a cane Wantin' money and fame You got your fuckin' self to blame And that's West Coast rhyme Without no gimmicks Here come Xzibit to break it down Like a chemic I'm spreadin' like an epidemic And all good things come to an end Enemies & Friends Chorus I don't give a fuck About the set you claim Xzibit easily dispersed like crack cocaine See I lent my shotgun to Kurt Cobain And the motherfucker never brought it back Ahh, that's wack As a matter of fact This one nigga tried to jack My squad had his ass On the run like track Never knowin' who to trust In this shit called rap Here to let you know My sound surrounds like dat Never half step Or play the role like DeNiro Y'all niggas wasn't down When we had less than zero Fuck tryin' to be a hero Tryin' to save some bitch Mr. X to the Z Never play that shit Chorus Yes, 1996, yes Bringin' it live from the Westside This is X to the Z These niggas don't know These niggas ain't ready Yo, Mr. X to the Z From the Likwit Crew more free lyrics |
19. _ Recycled Assassins
Hook: There's no escape from the ones who harassin' The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' Now I try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin' But season after season they recycle assassins now Montageone: He's too advanced for his own good He didn't get a second chance to see the glock pointed at his hood Makin' his way through the rain he's caught in the game He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain Nothin's changed in a city flask Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, forever Until the job is done and no one's left My man Jeff told me with his very last breath To watch moms But they got her with the car bomb Pop tried to save her second blast got his arm Niggas play for keeps like casino Baby's has got fathers just got back from doin' Chino With nothin' to lose loose screws in the attic The only skill a nigga knows is how to strip an automatic And stash the barrel stab a nigga something terrible Death resume 20 kill in incredible time No guilt and shame On the mind stuck a nigga for lookin' didn't know he was blind So I find Mankind is a serious threat To another others kind when there's something to get In a vet gonna fast jet to the spot to see what they got Nobody saw shit cause it's not Cool to brake the rule of the code of the streets Niggas frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheets And it's deep how blood drys as a mother crys Open eyes gettin' landed on by flys There's no disgues for the ones who harassin' The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' now Hook Xzibit: I came from a family of one girl and three boys Fuck playin' with toys our fun was on the block Watchin' all the cats negotate the neighborhood stock My job was to come runnin' whenever cops was comin' My older brother I figure was the ring leader Whenever these cats move they all bring heaters All black and nickel plated (c'mon) Soon became fasinated bitches cars and kicks And look at how fast they made it My younger brother gave less than a fuck he was content With G.I. Joe and Tonka trucks But I want butts, livin' first class delux 15 years old soldier ready to serve these clucks My older brother was touched It's a game where you don't play gotta have cane Crack house for my birthday The next day my brother shot in cold blood by the police In a rage he lived but he payed the price Caught with keys 25 to life Takin' in by the crew time to standed on my own two (c'mon nigga) But as I marinated thinkin' about the hood I really can't remember my body doin' good For long big decisions somebody got to make 'em Undercover recognize the face now can't shake a Phone tap (what) and now I'm in the belly of the beast Use to sittin' in leather sheets now I'm sittin' awaitin' release Visitors day, my younger brother came down Put the toys down excited about the first round He bust I was crushed to finally see The solution to the problem could of started with me It's on now Hook more free lyrics |
20. _ Chamber Music
Verse One: The official representative, LAC This is phrophecy manifested by X to the Z Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants Never get along like red and black ants, advance When your staring and this concrete that move like liquid Like a nigga withouth legs, I ain't tryin to kick it To much to finish, a menace, without enought time My mind only give punchline, you probably thinkin of the wrong kind Cause if it jokes, nigga know The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose, and your throat I promote self-defense not dollars and sense Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over the fence Assed out in the open, while you was hopin that Xzibit was second rate But I refuse to make; just another record in the crate I think not, got bee-bops I bring it to your house like pizza "Today we are on the streets of South Central Los Angelos, a fight for survival" "We have people that are conditioned not to expect to live past age thirty. They no longer. Once they no longer care they're extremely dangerous." Verse Two: Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece clean When I release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines Hit and decapatate the bird case, featherweight Critical thinking, while you at water that concentrate Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box em in Seal off the exits, then cut off your Oxygen Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans I only like to come out Late Night, like Dave Letterman Time for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick Callin me a hater cause I don't ride dicks Read my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips Love the sound of clips when I know my shit Chamber Music, this is for the ones with stone-face That catch you at the right time in the wrong place We unsafe, One-fifty-one with no chase and no ice Take away your life like three strikes Yeah, come on, Chamber Music Verse Three: So now Xzibit got a little money, I think its funny How motherfuckers think I'm supposed to Cher/share like Sonny Clarify, you don't work you don't eat, I repeat You don't eat you get weak, catch a fragile physique Accomplish more in one day, than you can do in a week The X-Man, Wolverine, one swing to make the cut clean And the wrong things manifested in flesh Fuck the game, I take the test, graduate, pass to the S-Class Catch a roadrash, all you smell is hash Chronic mix, bumpin the Liks And dick you like a Hebron fix Bear-arm from here to a hundred-tweny meters Get black-walled, modern day Lee Harvey Oswald The assassin, brother who came blastin Take it without askin, rappers is all fashion Xzibit keep mashing through Got any lost words? I got two Drive up, on you like that! Once again Chamber Music, what what, yeah, what the deal? It's Xzibit. Get on the ground, get on the ground! Hands on the back of your head, Don' Move Don't Move! Get on the ground! * beat to fade * more free lyrics |
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