40 Dayz & 40 Nightz

[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

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

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

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

(intro: xzibit)
Mr. x to the z (who am i?)
M-m-m-mr. x (who am i?)
X to the to-the-to-the z
M-m-m-m-mr. x-x-x to the z (yeah, yo)
M-m-m-m-mr. x-x-x to the z

(xzibit)
So it's one fifteen in the mornin i'm comin up, a hard day, serve
We gettin drunk smokin herb and the third dike you roll
Non-stop cash flow, 20,000 dollars and the rest cuttin yayo
We had the rocks, my nigga late to pick it up
Get him on the phone, hurry up cause i ain't tryin to get stuck
So what the fuck is the hold up?
("nigga sit your ass in the chair and i'll be right there")
Reminds me i gotta shake the spot
I got bitches in the hotel room ready for me to bang cob weight (*knock*)
Yo, who is that man?
("he wanna spend a couple of hundred, (yeah), but he'll be right back")
That's when i shoulda got the heater
But i was too busy in the kitchen countin money and takin shots at tequila
Started countin out twelve when it hit me
If you was rocksteady, you woulda came when the c-note's rang
Before i could yell out to lock the front
Niggas rushed in the front door with the gauge, ready, duck
Bad enough i'm caught up in it, jacked, but worst than that
I'm caught in the kitchen without the strap
("where the muh-fuckin sack homeboy?")
Yeah, woulda killed terminators only d between us is
A stove and a refrigerator, came in and put the gauge to my chest
Took the money off the table and said ("yo, where's the rest of it nigga?")
You gotta love it, came straight to the moneyman
20,000 cash, needed stacks, wrapped in rubber bands
Snatched the whole shit and broke out
I ran to the living room and got the heat from under the couch
Smashed out into the middle of the street started blastin
Dumpin at the getaway cars but they was mashin
I thought i heard the homies just in time for the action
Police hit the corner with they reds and white's flashin
These niggas rolled off with at least a cool fifty
Ya, i'm in handcuffs on the ground and mad cause the k-9 bit me
Shipped me off downtown for the bookin
Threw my herb sack when the cops wasn't lookin
Fingerprints, hold the tape, hear come detectors
One at the door, another one askin questions
Stupid shit like: - "who was i shootin at?"
Was it game related and where do they kick it at?
But i didn't say shit i can tell from all the people
Involved it was an inside job
But i'm the wrong nigga to rob, i'll hunt you down
Fuck the money, i'll take you off and accept the loss
Set bail at fifteen g's, no sweat
Got cars slippin tonight, and almost got wet
Homies come to set bail see, but that's all right
Since i'm already here i'ma spend the night

(outro: xzibit and another having a conversation)
("hey, hey i need to use the phone again") (*car horns*)
("ay, ay man") ("since when did you start takin shoestrings and shit?") ("man")
("ahhhh") ("do i look like i wanna kill?") ("ay man, fuck that")
("ay, look?) ("i just need to use the phone real quick man, eh, fuck it")
("aight, ay, let me get the top bunk")
("ay man, this, this, this blanket, this blanket smell like urine man")

All right, you're charged with public intoxication
(all right, listen there's a thousand people down there who are drunk)
Okay, i understand that

[xzibit]

Yeah, uh, what, worldwide

Yeah, im 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