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[xzibit]
From now and forever its the likwit emcee

"from now and forever its the likwit emcee" -scratched by tony touch

[defari]
Danger danger, wild west ranger ranger
Rearrange'a the mark ass stranger
Behold, the look on my face stone cold
With a rare cowboy style that never grow old
I'm the golden state bear with a rough flare, plus debanare
Time for me and mine, but for any kind i can't care
Stormy weather rain liquid
Defari con tony toca, tash, and xzibit
Break necks bounce with it when i spit it
Knockin this jam is a form of calastenics
Let it knock when you mashin down the block
Rims spank with the car wash
Watch the bitches stop
An look, always stay five steps ahead
Hard at work, while you tricks lay in bed
Dead to the world but ?hayru? he be the sun
Always burnin, 'cuz my job is never done
Run from one time i rather dump an ak
Thats for all the black and brown that got carried away
To the morg, when i look in the mirror i see the lord

"oh my god" -scratched by tt

[tash]
Since niggas wanna set trip
It's time to start the checklist
Tash the likwit rhymer runnin through your city reckless
Blame it on the hennisey, we drink that shit for breakfast
My style be standin out like my homie tony's necklace
This is flawless raw'less for ya ballers
Nah, fuck y'all, this is for all my drunken alcoholiks
Nah, fuck dat, this is for my homie tony touch
I told ya homeboy we come through in the clutch
New york, l.a. its not the same thing
Y'all niggas rob, out here we gangbang
Guns to the ammo, niggas think they rambo
Standin on the corner with they khakis and they flannel
Dang yo' flow sound just like d's
Who wanna battle three g's for t's
Please, read it off the lips of the alki-bumrusher
Fuck you up so bad, tony wouldn't wanna touch ya

Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
I'll fuck you up so bad, tony wouldn't wanna touch ya
Say what?
I'll fuck you up so bad, tony wouldn't wanna touch ya

[xzibit]
Lets get upclose and personal, malicious, sid vicious
I bang bitches, you might find yourself missin tonight
Rapper's delight, keep it at the house but ain't fuckin it right
Got'choo stuck in the headlights, can't move
Impact is all of the sudden, vehicular homicide
But i ain't stoppin for nothin
Me and my cousin, strong buzzin, and playin a dozen
Pushin and shovin', leads to gettin sucked and rolled up
Like a nigga with a mask and a gun, hold up
Rappers act like they ain't gon' die for small fry
Try to reply, don't touch what you ain't gon' buy
I ain't gon' lie, motherfucker love to get high
Barely get by with scraps and pennies
Now we winnin grammy's and emmy's
And party with the henni and remi
Got a big bang theory nigga keepin it hot
Its the art versus ??? or not

[scratched by tt]
"let me show some off me skills here"
"alright....that does it"

(intro)
Oooooh...do re mi [xzibit]
Fa so la ti do yeah i'm doin' vocals
Intimate turn the music up, yeah c'mon!
{beat starts...}
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...{repeat}

Put your pussy in my faaaace...
And let me lick you 'till i
Feel the taaaaste...

[xzibit] (verse one) {1:56}
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

(chorus) {2:42}
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)
{repeat 2x}
Feel the taste...
Feel the taste...of lovin' you
Feel the taste...
Feel the taste...of lovin' you

[hi-c] (verse two) {3:24}
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'!

(chorus) {4:06}
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)
{repeat 2x}
Feel the taste...
Feel the taste...of lovin' you
Feel the taste...
Feel the taste...of lovin' you

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 niggaz 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 niggaz is dead or in prison
And a whole new style of livin

Xzibit intro:
Yo it's the almight xzibit. in the law house huh.
With laylaw huh and d-mac huh (ras kass).
Ntroducing huh. the nigga ras kass ha.
We all know and love him ha.
Yo let's bring it through youknowhati'msayin'
Bring that shit through nigga. what's up yo yo.

Ras kass:
Well it's the r double ak triple s the letters of my name
For you and your bitch to unscramble on soul train
This arch angel got niggas hooked like crack babies
I think of bomb shit like my brain was made outta m-80s (caviar)
I flow 16 pablo escobar perverse perversion' so fat my dick got a double chin
My mcin' produce more seaman then wet dreamin'
Of hostin' bet with rachel in the caribbean
C-arson home of niggas with gold visas and heaters
Sendin' jesus subpoenas
(got you singin' duets with selena nigga)
So sister act
Cause black nun (none) get love
And i'm a have juice till mark ferman plants the bloody glove
I drive european cars and smoke cuban cigars
Bring it phat to your ears like warren g's keyloyds
From b-boys to d-boyz it's like shippin' keys from overseas
Please i move mc's like o.z.s

Hook:
See niggas from outta town don't even fuck around

Ras kass:
But there ain't no angel that you can strangle los angels

Xzibit:
See handguns and girls that's the way of the underworld

Ras kass:
There ain't no angel that you can strangle arch angels (say what?)

Ras kass:
See left coast niggas is the craziest
I dodge shotgun pellets in the felonious los skandalous
Golden state
Home of dysfunctional gang truces
5.8 quakes where glass houses pancake (westsiiiiiide)
But i be in the hood like a rebuilt engine
Fuck what i'm benchin' i weave through tracks like extensions (nigga)
I'm ridin' for chips like on time on motorcycles
And for looters to get trifle
I'm like a chink on a slason swap meet roof with two automatic rifles
Puberty got me vicious
And these generation x bitches is too big for they britches
15 goin' on 30
"i wanna fuck" written all over their faces with mack compact blowin' kisses
Promoted like seven oasis gettin' niggas twisted in statutory rape cases
But i write rhymes in enough white lines askin' melle mel my punchlines
Hit from the baseline like six by nines
Crack addicts and reggie miller
That's fo reala
I x more hollywood squares than phillis dilla

Hook:

Xzibit:
Yeah niggas from outta town don't even fuck around

Ras kass:
But there ain't no angel that you can strangle los angels (yeah)

Xzibit:
Welcome to the place where niggas make moves

Ras kass:
Nigga there ain't no angel that you can strangle arch angels

Xzbit:
Handguns and girls that's the way of the underworld

Ras kass:
But there ain't no angle that you can strangle los angels (ha)

Xzibit:
Home of the scandalous big bad los angeles

Ras kass:
But there ain't no angel that you can strangle arch angels

Ras kass:
You know man all i have in this world is two things man
That's my word and my balls
Or maybe that's three things
So on microphones i let my nuts hang like john homes
And took so many niggas out i should change my name to chaperone
D-mac and laylaw know that on mic cables
I got one thousand two hundred techniques similar to the turntable
So if it's crem de la creme since i'm smarter i oughta
Float like dead bodies in water
Manana tell your girl this here mayatti got one extra backstage pass
If she put 'em on the glass
Cause she be jockin' rappers that be seen with who's who
The single charters so she blows me for a hit like cluckheads do
No mc parallels they behind bars like rick's jail cell
To rock well i need a beat like...
Child abuse victims (ha ha)
Everything i say turn to yay
This shit was blowin' kids away before timothy mcveigh

Hook

Xzibit outro:
Yeah yeah straight from motherfuckin' xzibt ha ha and the lawhouse
Youknowhati'msayin' with that nigga ras kass (he's guilty).
Yeah yeah. break it down. it won't stop. west coast hip hop (yo yo).
It's the almighty xzibit (booyaka).

{xzibit}
Mi casa es su casa
Mi raza es su raza

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Kid frost

This is big business, understand me?
Yeah, you can't take no for a answer

Welcome to the world of big business, lives get broken and made
You're walkin barefoot in a room full of razorblades
We're playin catch with a hand grenade
Cause what you faggot niggas caught
Spread you all over the asphalt
Walk the walk, talk to nobody
Spark the chrome shotie
Whenever they run up on your home, gotti
Gangsta, gangsta, read all about it
Xzibit get your whole shit crowded
And packed to capacity
You actually had the audacity
To want some problems with the x man
Lift you off your feet with the back of my left hand
Learn one of life's hard lessons
You can't negotiate with a weapon
When it's fully loaded and cocked
Hollow points shot
Next to the firing pin, with the hammer ready to drop
I took you off, so accept the loss
Crack open some olde english that's covered with frost
And it's like that

[ chorus ]
Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
For this is the season for stackin the papers

Chasin my chips till my last days
Hit a million dollar lick and split it three ways

{frost}
I'm in pursuit of them hundred dollar big faces
Wrapped in rubber bands in em bulletproof briefcases
Please understand automatically
One squeeze of the trigger cause tragedy
Casually fucked around and got your whole family mad at me
My strategy: subtract enemies mathematically
Frost will kick your head off slow, you ain't as bad as me
50/50 - half gangster, half hustler
One side's about my business, and the other side's a muthafucka
So when i creep, i crawl, i'm like swiss-made
Fuck are you, bitch-made, i slice you with my switchblade
Razor, got the h-k with the laser
Slid the enterpriser, rent a 99 black blazer
I shot straight at merino
Thousand dollar suite, layin low at the peppermint casino
I been a player before i had riches
And now i'm eatin steak and crab and fuckin bad bitches

[ chorus ]

{jayo felony}
I don't give a fuck about not one of y'all
Disrespect this here, nigga, it's real clear i'm gunnin y'all
When night falls, nah fuck, night flies a kite
I take flight like delta, nigga, helter skelter
Who the fuck could you call to help ya
Nigga, good health couldn't help ya
Put the 's' in spit, bust your tightest shit, never felt ya
Could you picture yourself in the same room when i let these off
Two rivals, suicidal, take the strap and squeeze off
But before you do it, i take the heater and shoot both your knees off
Let him suffer, can't get enough of, i'm rougher
Go get my ammunitions and paper, nigga, cause it's a habit
Let off on ya in a 600, or let's call em rabbit
Is it tragic how the automatic made you breathe like a asthmatic
Static, what's that? that shit that get up in my fabric
I'm into bitches and beamers and my chips
And i'm keepin four eyes on em schemers when i dip, bitch

[ chorus ]

"a alkaholik, you know what i'm sayin" ("likwidation" sample)

[xzibit]
Yo it's prime time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
All that other bullshit can move it to the sidelines
Whoever you are, wherever you at
You are now breakin your necks wit true underground vets
Yo it's prime time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
All that other bullshit can move it to the sideline
Ladies and gentlemen, what we have for you
Mr. catashtraphe from the likwit crew

[tash]
A lot of rappers fuck it up, catashtraphe'll fuck it down
I'm so hungry for the mic like we just gettin off the ground
But my style is at a national
Three albums in, you ask your friends about catash
They'll say "tash can injure ninja"
The gunner, i walkin in ask about the spread
Bet against the likwit crew's the best way to lose your wig
Cuz i'm above y'all niggaz heads, below y'all niggaz knees
My style'll get you drunk till you can't say your "abc's"
I get my write on, nick at nite wit my light on
Cuz goin plat-i-num is what my homies got they sight on
Cuz i been mega-tight on microphones since i was tethen
I may not look like i'm the deepest, but looks is deceivin
Cuz i be takin mines into deep space nine
Wit a sip of brew for me and two sips for mankind
Cuz tash got the style wit more soul than solid quartz
I got that big game, you might hear my name on ea sports

[xzibit]
Yo it's prime time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
All that other bullshit, can move it to the sidelines
Whoever you are, wherever you at
You are now breakin your necks wit true underground vets
Yo it's prime time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
*flex starts cuttin*
All that other bullshit, can move it to the sidelines
Ladies and gentlemen what we have for you
*flex blends into next song*

(snoop talking)
Wassup dog?
Wassup my nigga, how you doing dog?
Man, i'm chilling my nigga
How you livin'?
Shit, i'm livin' it up baby
Really, ohh really, shit
It's all great then
I'm glad to see ya, basically
Yeah, yeah
But on the real though dog
How you living though?
Who me? shit

(snoop)
I got two boys and a wife
I live a luxurious life
And i'm respected in this game
Cause i do's the same
Man, look here
Let me spit you something for a second
Cause i see y'all ain't been peeping out my record
I see ladies, i see players, and i see haters
And all you fools who perpetrate us, i'll get back with ya later
I got a plate of shrimps, laughing with some pimps
Chopping game, while my diamond's swinging
Banking off my gold chain

(butch cassidy)
My time has come
The way it's done
No more being strung
Around just like a bun
My dues are paid
Darkness was paved
Let's go find some shade
Then we've got it made

(snoop)
Money ain't everything dog, but i tell ya
If i didn't have it, i'd be labelled as a felon
So, as long as i breathe, i achieve
Keep god first in my life, i know that's right
And i prevail, whether i do or don't sell
It ain't about that, it's about giving back
We trying to get our live on, while you jib on
Let a homie get his sang on, instead of his bang on

(butch cassidy)
My life's my friends
And it's gonna be here till the end
It brought me a past
Out the hood, so i know it's gonna last
Down by the sea
Is where all the ladies see me
They tried to flash
Be down, but i had to make a dash

(snoop)
He went from a bucket to a benz, from some change to some ends
From his homies in the pen, to his balling friends
You know, flossy, flossin, bossy, bossin, boss
But i paid the cost

(butch cassidy)
I wanna go
As far as i can go
Just not loco though
Japan and even tokyo

(xzibit talking)
Yeah broadcasting live to your radiostation
This is snoop dogg
You know what i'm saying
Yeah giving a shout out
Mr x-to-the-z-xzibit
To all the homeboys on dogghouse records
Like this

(insert)

(snoop talking)
187.4fm on your dial
W-balls

Daz:
Aw yeah!
Right about now it's time to get busy
Huh, straight out the box, nonstop
Kurupt the kingpin, xzibit, crooked i

(wait a minute, um)

Crooked i:
This is the art of, manslaughter
When i'm rockin' i'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick verbals
My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,
Your body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' infamous menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, i'm a start finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), i'm breezin the region
Freezin g's in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques when i'm speakin' phoenician
It's all about crooked
These bitches shout crooked
I'll make you say the west coast aint shit without crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas'll get disabled
When i'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

Daz:
Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh?
Can you fucc with this?
Let's get kurupt the kingpin to fucc y'all niggas up
Y'all don't wanna see none of this west coast mc shit
Yeah, how you like me now motherfucker!?!

Kurupt:
Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when i create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the same time
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of bashing mcs, like ten of me
As you can see i continue mashin' mcs
Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone terror
In effect, get infected
Tell me what the fucc you expected
These venemous injections
I leave whole sections, and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melodies and selections
I select the methods of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my language
Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
With the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make mcs explode
Baboom, alone in my own zone
So don't compare me to none
Not one's nearly
Severe, cuz i severely, impare mcs
Near me, oppose and fear me, i got plots and theories
Sincerely, i could have the spot locked
Niggas get stoned for touching microphones
With no knowledge on how to rock

Daz:
Yeah, back in effect, it don't stop
Turn your speakers up, dj battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like this and like that, yeah
Got my homeboy xzibit in the motherfuccin' house
Alkaholiks!

Xzibit:
When i was enlisted
I came to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies
Bust shots up in the sky screamin' obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to italy
It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it can't be done
I'm the rough cut, plus how the west was won
Or direct descendant of the gatling gun
Don't test me son, you fucc around and catch you one
That aint a threat, that's a promise i can definitely keep
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas wit' heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some more like busta rhymes
Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper
It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can't stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My dogg kurupt

Daz:
Yeah, no shit
Yeah, y'all can't fucc wit' that

That's what i'm talkin' about
West coast, we been doin' this shit for years
Aint nothin' happenin' wit' that
Battlecat
(don't step up)
Right, right
(don't step up, unles you wanna get hurt)
Huh, huh, huh

(get get get get hurt)
Whatcha say
Motherfuccas that be hangin' in the battle
(get hurt, get get get get hurt)
That's what i'm talkin' about
Daz dillinger
(don't step up, unless you wanna get hurt)
Break it down, break it down
Huh

(mixed with battlecat's scratching)

Motherfuccas can't fade this shit

Intro: xzibit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what
Snoop double, d o g, what, mr. x to the z, yeah, and kurupt
The kingpin, dogghouse records takin over the shit in the '99
What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo

Hook: xzibit
I got a big bang theory my hardcore comittee
Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Chronic low ridin bitches with silicon tities
(we gon bounce and ball until the wheels fall off)
I got a big bang theory my hardcore committee
Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Affiliated with thousands sent out medallions
(we gon bounce and floss until the wheels fall off

[kurupt]
Chest plates hit with gauges, sawed off, hauled off
Blast wit somethin and i breaks all the walls off
Fuck it, tie my flag around my mouth
Blue rag on my face, blue rag in my left pocket
Pistols screamin, unleashin pure fury
Smash, snatch the pockets and all the jewelry
Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin
Scat, takin three to four to the back
I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast
Show my face, with my rag on, let me throw my hood in the air
Let me put 'bout two in the air
Let me show these motherfuckers that i don't care
It's a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses

[pinky]
It's goin down by the year 2 g
I'm goin be flyin through the hood, duckin, dodgin the heat
My niggas watch the street, be it rain, snow, or sleet
Us niggas gon eat, makin troops we creep
Losin the jeep, runnin on feet, survivin off the land money and
Gun in hand, operation quicksand
Aint tryin ta put the mark of the beast on my hand
I had to bless the head of a military man
Jumped into the back of the 4 door sedan
All up in the trunk was the hidden contraband
Fuck a middleman, my pistols aim directly from iran
Looking from a third eye, i spot the hidden cam
I know what you look like, i know how you think
I'm the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink

Hook

[cpo]
Bitch, fuck that, you bring fat rag, here's cheese
You work your fuckin employees
You know you get all excited like that
Stack it through them hoodlum back, cuz i like it like that, bitch
I kill drama, shit get action packed
When i jump out the black stealth bomber
Cuz it's bout, you know, i want the fuckin mansion pad
To heal that bitch sittin on
So don't waste the fuckin cheese that you earn
Rotate the fuckin weed that you burn
Don't fuck with bossy off the glam,
Rollin crack , blow blocks in half

[tray deee]
We rides on visitors and takes no prisoners
Handles all business and pay off the comissioner
Big time crime figure niggas gettin riches
20 inches whippin all we givin hittin switches
Twistin flippin chickens stickin victims if they slippin
Trippin, on the mission and my trigga finga itchin
Positioned at your dome, one twitch and it's on
No remorse or second thoughts once the clip and the chrome
This is the zone, weak niggas covers get blown
Stoned killers and gorillas want whatever you want
Shake spots with bank nots, keep the thang cocked
And leave motherfuckers stripped to tank tops
We the gang, it's our thang to mash and maintain
Gangbang slang came and aint gon change
All out till we fall out, fuck the world
Dogghouse style with the chucks and curls

Hook

[xzibit]
Yes
Millenium shit
Limp bizkit, ha, x to the z
Yeah, ha
Bringin it live to you and yours
Ladies and gentlemen, ha, ha, ha
My homeboy, yo get at 'em dog

Hook: fred durst
You don't wanna fuck with, me today
Cuz a little somethin, somethin didn't, go your way
So try not to be like, that today
Cuz i'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way
We don't give a fuck when we're rockin the place
We're only givin a fuck if you're invadin the space
So getcha, getcha groove on [gotta getcha groove on]
Don't keep us waitin too long [don't keep us waitin too long]

[fred durst]
Don't you treat me like a toy kid
Do you enjoy this
Every single second i'm alive i'm a mess
Got these laser beam mic checks
Communicatin through the genelect
High tech, keep you on the run now
Don't wanna be that, guy
Every single second i'm alive, i'm, alive
I, don't understand why
I got control, full of candy in your soul while
Pumpin up the sweetness
This is what you need
Another little piece of me inside of you
Cuz you know that i always keep it true (keep it true)
And that's exactly why i do just what i do
Yeah, it's what i do

Hook

[xzibit]
I got breakneck delivery, no time for chivalry
Extraordinary ability, shit longevity
Dig deep in your soul and find yourself
Cuz mind control can turn y'all to someone else
So fast, your head'll probably spin the fuck right off
Me and fred about to go half on microsoft
Me and limp burnin twenty percent
Your little half ass direct hits aint even makin a dent
What an event, all hell xzibit and limp
As we attempt to bring home the championship
It's all in the wrists i still leave the league an assist
Gimme the fifth, i'm drinking while i'm takin a piss, bitch

Hook

[xzibit]
I got untapped material, i serial kill shit
Gimme the real shit, x finish 'em all quick
Makin your jaw split when i'm touchin the mosh pit
Constant conflict, knockin faggots unconscious
Nauseous, raisin the stakes, increasin the weight
Got homies i can lay down that lift they plates
So quit trying to invade my space
Before i call for a face to face, and gotta rest my case like...

[durst]
This is how we do it
Just recognize we keep gettin right to it
Lookin through these eyes, look into these eyes
And you'll see the size of the flame
Then you might despise the size of my game
Step the fuck back, xzibit's on the track
You should've buckled up before your head hit the dash
You gotta hate that, a demo from an eight track
Brought me to a place, where platinum comes in eight stacks, bitch

Hook to end

[xzibit over hook]
Limp bizkit ladies and gentlemen
C'mon! yeah!
Takin this shit over for motherfucking 2000, 2001
Limp bizkit, mr. x to the z, xzibit
Kickin a mudhole in you bitch ass motherfuckers
Yeah! ha! it don't stop what, it never stop huh
Like this! huh
Yeah, yeah, 2000
R.i.p. roger troutman, yeah, yeah

[xzibit]
X to the z, huh, c'mon
I ain't the type that catches the most of your feelings
Plus your sexual healing is very appealing, i'm ready and willing
Time to expose the handcuffs and lock you up
You will find every desire when the x man touch
She said she like them rough and i was right up her alley
Drop the top, hit the switch, bounce the trial
Got it together, kind of women i keep 'em forever
Here's a trip, how your skin tone is matching my leather
Yeah, your friends player hate and said you can do better
You in love with a thug, saying you down with whatever
You know what's up with the long braids and hennesey breath
I love ya to death, relaxing with your head on my chest
It's like

[donell jones] (xzibit)
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(yeah, say what, say what, say what)
Ooh girl you know what's up
(yeah, girl you know what's up)
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(it's like, say what, say what, say what, bring it, yeah)
Ooh girl you know what's up
(girl, you know what's up, c'mon)

[donell jones]
Hit the block with the system bumpin'
All the fly ladies start jockin'
Got the rims on the benzo glossin'
While stopped on the road, we flossin'
That's the way that we flow
Smoked up with the tint down low
Cuz you and your girls wanna go
Pimp-house suite with me and some mo'

[?]
So, what's it gon' be? you gon' roll wit' me?
C'mon, take a lil' trip down and blow wit' me
I got a few chips, you could blow wit' me
Oh, and i got a girl, shh, keep that on the low for me
Yo, shorty, if you drive, i let you push the five
We could take a ride, shit, it's nice outside
I figure we could cruise, kick it and hit the spot
Call donell cuz he got mad pull at the mariot, yeah

[donell jones]
Ooh say what, say what, say what
Ooh girl you know what's up
Ooh say what, say what, say what
Ooh girl you know what's up

I'm checkin' out you and your ladies
Twenty-ones on the drop top mercedes
You down the block lookin' faded
Niggas be all talk but they just hate playin'
I'm feelin' you cuz you look lovely
Watchin' your body in the back, from the bubbly
Checkin' down your neck real slow
If you don't wanna tell, keep it on the low

[pharoahe monch]
It was all too prevalent
The evidence was that she can't fuck you
Miss you like she miss the rain, boo
Black gange, you represent me like the girls with bangoos
Sexually and mangling me from every angle, strangle me, hot shit
Beat you the way dick tangle
Oh, and when we, we let me untangle at the strangler
Back off tour, rest assure
Then we can get it on like dogs on all fours
On the floor, say what?

[donell jones] (pharoah monch) {cuban link}
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(pharoah monch in the house, you get out)
Ooh girl you know what's up
(ladies, rub on your titties) {cuban link, what}
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(pharoah monch in the house, you get out) {joey crack, terror squad, baby}
Ooh girl you know what's up
(ladies, rub on your titties)

[fat joe]
Yo, who that cat that rap the bronx crazy?
Fat motherfucker but still the broads chase me
That never taste the pastry (naw, my man lace me)
But ask yourself what has he really done lately?
See, i'm the type that take ya to new heights
First-class flight to the trinidad fights
Ya ice be bling-blinging in all the pretty bright lights
Front row, right besides where she see the fight

[cuban link]
Yo, you know what's up, i'm from the rugged to so pretty to fuck it
Love it when honeys rub my stomach and play with my little puppet
Ain't no kissing or hugging in public, bitches be buggin'
I got it covered in shows, i give my hoes some jim jugget
I be clubbin' up in jimmy's cafe, just havin' fun
If i ain't rubbin', i'm up in the vip bookin' something
With a gun in my waist just in case niggas be frontin'
I'm just playin' it safe, these days i trust nuttin'
That's what's up

[donell jones]
I got 'em all in head boys rockin'
Second round and it no stoppin'
Got it up with the cristal poppin'
Up and down with your body hoppin' baby
Girl you know you got me buggin'
Third round, it's about to get ugly
She's puttin' on a show
Talkin' no more, she's doin' a video

[?]
She said, "whoa, say what, say what"
Shush up then touch her from gut to butt
Keep it hush, keep it, ?lick it up from trust?
She loves this thrust, say what, say what
Wanna kiss her, flip her, lick her
With her shit's thicker, steppin' off my slippers
Unzippin' my zippers quicker
Penny-rate or the ripper
Split up, skinny-dippin'
Punanny, nanny, dun-daddah
So what, you thicka nigga

[donell jones] (cuban link)
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(uh, baby, dime lo que quiere)
Ooh girl you know what's up
(yeah, dime que tu necesita)
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(are you ready to get sweaty?)
Ooh girl you know what's up
(yeah, cuz the rythm's gon' freak ya)

Ooh say what, say what, say what
(uh, baby, dime lo que quiere)
Ooh girl you know what's up
(yeah, dime que tu necesita)
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(are you ready to get sweaty?)
Ooh girl you know what's up
(yeah, cuz the rythm's gon' freak ya)

Ooh say what, say what, say what
(terror squad, baby)
Ooh girl you know what's up
Ooh say what, say what, say what

* also featured on sway and king tech's "this or that"

[a.g.]
Check it out now
I work the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
Electrifying like a live socket
Hit em with all flavors, yup
We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, i'm talkin papers
Or keep it realer, and see me on a iron caterpillar
On point like a killer, plus ready, to deliver
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or i might rip it
Critics dig my style cause i write different, no hype
I just kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
I shine like the ice when i hold mics, everytime
Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?
They so right, you get stuck, i'll go twice
Lit it up when i blow mics

[evidence]
Show mic precise, require sacrifice
That's no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos
Y'all hear me? they all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing ev' defeats the purpose
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women
Breakbeats and windmills on concrete
Covered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine
That's right sometimes i get so hyped
I feel like diamond d the best producer on the mic
I aced this -- most punchlines are tasteless
Regular, average, mediocre, makeshift
To all my dj's, with skills you got a lotta
This ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta
The method in this game they'll have you drained and strangles
Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles

[defari]
Don't sleep on, i leave your knee torn, like sehorn
Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to last a century
Like centuries, one double-zero translate to victories
You kiddin me me? come wack that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically you're skatin out of control
Work the angles 'round the globe, from newark to south pole
It's so cold that mc's catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, from l.a. to barcelona
I rock heads from pomona out the bronx
Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that means i'm bubblin
Defari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin
Picture me fumblin or droppin the ball
That's like picturin guy without that nigga aaron hall

[iriscience]
Well if a brother gets the best of me
Ain't no use in sniveling and blaming the referee
Fuck that, i strip the mic with tenacous d
Kick it up to evidence, yo kick it out to me!
Line up the three, trifecta stroked properly
Rocca, i work the angles triple opticly
The hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly
My g is god, what's your g for, geometry?
This man of war beats cold on the seashore
An deeo enough to take it to the sea floor
Every single beat bangs like a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking what the beat for?
The spitfire fighter dilated entity
I'm learning shockers like shockra building energy
While barbershops sipping henny like the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, that's word to beni b
It's guaranteed

[xzibit]
Make t-shirts and slingshots, i bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot
Naturally, me and my faculty never play with this
I used to love h.e.r. too, but now i fucking hate the bitch
She's sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips
But that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent
And keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool
Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move
Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you dilated
Hotter than satan, the repeated parole violations
Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angels
How the west was won: with microphones and turntables

[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 niggaz 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
Niggaz be like yo run it back, bitches be like yo that's phat!
Put it down with my fam from across the map

Chorus: shabaam sahdeeq *2x*
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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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

Chorus *1x*

[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 niggaz 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 *echoes* 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

Chorus *2x*

i wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute
Yea thanks for the lighter
Anybody smoke here?
Aight, thats more for me you punk
Motherfuckers
Look, check it out, look

[verse 1]
Everybody, he was born to hustle
It's a very thin line between the boss
And the muscle
We foot soldiers
Face first in the trenches
Only time i'm on my back is fucking these
Hoes and weight bitches
Hell's kitchen, raw kitchen
Never crying and bitching and settling
For less
Metal in your chest, take a final breath
Revolutionary
It's x-man the mercenary
Carry a .44 desert eagle
Feeding the people even if it aint legal
Low-riding in the regal or the cadillac
Money stacked probably give yo ass a
Heart attack
Purchased your last cd i want my money
Back
You see the battle ima see you in the
Street
Survival of the first to draw the heaters
And the cannons
Im guaranteed to be the last man standing

[chorus 2x]
Crack a bottle for your hard time
It's dedicated to my soldiers on the
Front line
This one's for all of us
Thinking bout your casualties
Learn from mistakes, protect your family
Cause its the year 2000

[verse 2]
Everybody wannabe king
Fuck everything
All this shit is bout to me mine
I hear it all the time
Live your life for the day
Easier to burn than papier-mache
Started with dre
Graduate to radioplay
I still ain't satisfied
Bout to blast off worldwide
Get in line check the politics
Ever wonder why only certain
Motherfuckers get rich
Ain't this a bitch
Barely can eat, barely can pee
I dedicate my life to the street
It's not for you if your stomach is weak
Relax with dead bodies covered with sheets
Thats the only time i really find peace
Having violent stand-offs with the police
North hollywood beef
Grinding my teeth
Have you stuck and stunned in disbelief
New breed im the bad seed
Smoke your weed til my mothafucking eyes
Bleed
Dedicated to the niggas that despise us
So ain't nobody s'posed to be here
Besides us
Catch a flatline

[chorus 2x]

[verse 3]
I was one that never begged for nothing
Me and my homies build penitentiary
Huff-it
Running your mouth like a bitch cause you
All on my dick
What is he dogg pound now? is he still
With tha liks?
Is he rich? is xzibit a crip? this is
Business stay the fuck out of my family shit
A grown man, the back of my hand is what
You will see
If the x-fives make you believe
You check the sound scan i do the math
Me and my staff run a worldwide warpath
A bloodbath, make xzibit have a good laugh
It's going down, hit the ground like a
Plane crash
You lil fags ain't prepared for the x-man
Scared and desperate
Young and restless
There is no guest list
Move to the back of the line
Yo its my time, prime time only where the
Beats and the rhyme shine

[chorus 2x]

[dove]
Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life;
Got bitches throwin they drawers on stage - that ain't me!
I raise kids, push whips, piss an mc
Love money like i love my moms
Love my nigga com sense when he bang dents all up in they wallets
Wall to wall bullshit i got hardwood floors
Set sail for tour ever since eighty-nine
So y'all are fuckin the same hoes who used to be mine

[tash]
And i've been waitin three summers to rhyme longside my people
Rico, de la, inject you with the lethal
Dose of hop-hippin if you thought catash was slippin
Then put that drink down, you drunk off what you sippin
Catash put the dip in dip dive socialize
Fuck around with me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized

[xzibit]
Yo you better recognize and try to analyze this
Hand over fist - how can a man act like a bitch?
Change and switch, snitch on his crew
Yo get rid of the niggaz before the same thing happen to you

[pos]
And they'll leave your ass sticky like glue
Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out
Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin deez nuts
Smugglin these cuts from s.c., you best be-
-lieve there's no web or leave a net
We done swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo

Chorus: all together

What you know about my writes? (my writes)
What you know about what's weak, what's tight?
And what you know about an off night? (uhh)
What you know about niggaz frontin for the light?
And what you know about them gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a nigga duckin while them girls show fright
What you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)

[xzibit]
Yeah, yeah, look
I'm samson without delilah, the soul survivor
The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol
My telly's a desert eagle for all the fuckin shots i called
My niggaz gotta ball, never settle for less
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts
Step into my office cause it's time for you to roll somethin
One false move, and we gon' beat you like you stole somethin

[pos]
Yo these style i kick should be called ?? rap
Drawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause i want it
They stomach what i throw, they know i'm right for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh)
The love i lost outweighs the rhymes i gain
But the fact that i spit 'em makes me cherish the name
So pass the mic so i can put in my share
I rip it from home to l.a.
With connectin flights to rip it elsewhere

[j-ro]
Drinkin up black & tan in the back of a van
I learned as a young man - long trip, piss in a can
Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own land
Let your mind expand, everyday have a plan
Ro-gram is rare earth, swingin black tarzan
You got to live with the cards dealt in yo' hand
Stay young like peter pan, like sly, take a stand
And go uptown saturday night like ichiban

[dove]
I keep it dirty like under the bed (dirty)
Dirty like uncle red; aiyyo, (??) (??)
Dirty brown likwit flow thicker than the yoo-hoo
Dirt you dishin out, chef tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, doin my dirty work
Expert, tryin to regulate my network
Head jerk, spice it with rice, stick with it
If they ask who cut the grits i'ma say e-swift did it

Chorus w/ minor variations

[tash]
And i've been known to get it on, past the break of the dawn
Tash'll punch you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin diss songs? spit that rhyme my way
I can shut y'all niggaz down like the y-2-k
I did a tour in ninety-four with de la soul and tribe
We on the same vibe, cause real niggaz coincide
("right-right-right..") the situation is drastic
But see songs like these is why this album goin classic

[j-ro]
This is for the dj, bring it back one time
I drop bombs like when my moms told me to rhyme
I'm - old school like my dad is
So add this, to your collect', plug won - who the baddest?

[pos]
Aiyyo we theme park status, upstage these niggaz like gladys
Them little pips, they done tripped the wire
Blamin they legs, while i'm claimin these tunes
In this we'll stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms

[xzibit]
Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real from the plastic
And i gotta say no names
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the frame
Show no shame or fuck it all up, take the blame
Brand name fresh out the box type hustle
Manpower success is mind over muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the loss
I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss
Nailed to the cross it's time to return
My only concern is makin sure that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass niggaz
Is all up in the game and don't deserve to be down

[j-ro]
Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick back
De la, xzibit and tha liks came to get that
And what you know about us droppin ya
And leavin you with half a face like the phantom of the opera?

Chorus w/ minor variations

[chorus extended]
Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)

[tash]
You got the right to shut the fuck up! {*laughing*}

[rah digga]
Yeh, check it out now (uhh uhh uhh)
Rah digga y'all, dirty harriet (uhh!)
Kweli, xzibit, new millenium! (c'mon, check it)

[all] one, two, three, four
[rah] grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school shit from junior high (heyyy!)
[all] one, two, three, four
[rah] jersey's finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make your foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real
Puttin heads to bed like hennessey and nyquil

[rah digga]
Convertible style, still had the heat knockin
Bumpin shit from way back with my man beatboxin
Shootin the breeze - see i'm nice with these
You'll be suckin it down like fast food high-c's
Type of rap bitch that love underground classics
Gettin more green than that nigga st. patrick
Makin wack rappers go and merc the set {*dial-up sounds*}
Better off behind a desk tryin to surf the net
Cause i be adamant, kill 'em when my joints get added in
Worse than boric acid in your project cabinet
Dirty harriet, increase the fanbases
Leavin non-writin cats stuck on the plantations
Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch with whites
Leave the party over here like they israelites
Got cali brooks critics, ta' kwe'(??) xzibit
Gonna rock shit down like he can't get no visits

[all] one, two, three, four
[t.k] rock the whole world like the rolling stone tour (ah-ahhh!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
[all] one, two, three, four
[t.k] the stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like jim morrison we break on through
Before i care about your take on me, we take on you

[talib kweli]
Yo, yo, yo
We bring it straight to your face from the start, yo
Rage against the machine, break it apart
Might be over your head, but it's straight from the heart
I show my love in the light while y'all hate in the dark
Straight to apocalypse is where i'm takin the art
Givin niggaz battle scars, always makin my mark
You fakin the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your spot
You straight bitch whether i say it or not
Shit is hot, spittin flames on the track
Put our town's names on the map
From now until we fadin to black
Where we at? thug rebels love metal clubs ghetto
When the slugs let go like frankie beverly
Forever we stack notes like the treasury, flow heavenly
Get you high on speech laced with obscenity
Niggaz be gassed like cipher sounds, and need rescue remedy
Then fall the fuck off like limbs affected with leprosy

[all] one, two, three, four
[x2z] why the fuck can't mc's mc no more?
Hardcore til somebody put me under the ground
With a dick in your ear, still couldn't fuck with my sound
[all] one, two, three, four
[x2z] takin me straight to the weed spot, then to the liquor sto'
"gimme some mo'" like busta bus', who do you trust?
Swingin through, your favorite neighborhood lush

[xzibit]
I'm i-rate, usin your body for live bait
Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you can't take
Dilate, cock back the weight, spread hate
Heavy metal we settle and set shit straight
Hit gates in my younger days, from the policeman
Me and my clan used to dance thicker than quicksand
Supply and demand the hand is quicker than the eye
Find some chickens to fry, while you find it hard to stick to your lie
I see through the tricks, destroy the facade
Your little lungs is too weak to hotbox with god
Rah digga, first lady of the flipmode squad
Gotta be hard like a young nigga walkin the yard
For the first time, we ain't the niggaz you let shine
Expect mines to blow lines like coke everytime
I'm an alkaholik nigga so i finish the fifth
You at the front door bitchin because you ain't on the list

It's like
[all] one, two, three, four..

Yeah (ohhhhhhh) hehehe (aight y'all, aight y'all..)
Yeah (here we go)
[all] one, two, three, four..

[phish] what's the difference between me and you? (repeat 2x)

[dr. dre]
Back when cube - was rollin wit lorenzo in a benzo
I was bangin wit a gang of instrumentals
Got the pens and pencils, got down to business; but sometimes
The business end of this shit can turn your friends against you
But you was a real nigga, i could sense it in you
I still remember the window of the car that you went through
That's fucked up, but i'll never forget the shit we been through
And i'ma do whatever it takes to convince you
Cuz you my nigga doc, and eazy i'm still wit you
Fuck the beef, nigga i miss you, and that's just bein real wit you
You see the truth is
Everybody wanna know how close me and snoop is
And who i'm still cool wit
Then i got these fake-ass niggaz i first drew with
Claimin that they non-violent, talkin like they *voice sample*
Spit venom in interviews, speakin on reunions
Move units, then talk shit and we can do this
Until then - i ain't even speakin your name
Just keep my name outta yo' mouth and we can keep it the same
Nigga, it ain't that i'm too big to listen to the rumors
It's just that i'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em
That's the difference

Chorus: phish (repeat 2x)

What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one - but you don't do what you supposed to do
I act on what i feel and never deal wit emotions
I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin

[xzibit]
Yo i stay wit it
While you try to perpetrate, play wit it
Never knew about the next level until dre did it (yeah)
I stay committed while you motherfuckers baby-sitted
I smash you critics like a overhand right from riddick
(yeah!) come and get it, shitted on villians by the millions
I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings
So what the fuck am i supposed to do?
I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (come on!)
A heartless bastard, high and plastered
My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come down
Pass it around if you can't handle it
Hang hollywood niggaz by they soul train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (what?)
About five back accounts, three ounces and two vehicles
Until my death, i'm bangladesh
I suggest you hold yo' breath til ain't none left
Yo that's the difference

Chorus

[eminem]
Aight, hold up hold up!
Stop the beat a minute!! i got somethin to say
Dre; i wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin weed is in me
(the fuck?!) i don't know if i ever told you this, but i love you dawg
I got your motherfuckin back, just know this shit

[dre] riiight? .. slim, i don't know if you noticed it
But i've had your back from day one, nigga let's blow this bitch
[em] i mean it dawg, you ever need somebody offed - who's throat is it?
[dre] well if you ever kill that kim bitch, i'll show you where the ocean is

[eminem]
Well that's cool, and i appreciate the offer
But if i do decide to really murder my daughter's momma
I'ma sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her
And cruise around wit her for seven hours through california
And have her wavin at people (hi!) then drop her off on the corner
At the police station and drive off honkin the horn for her
Raw dawg, get your arm gnawed off
Drop the sawed off and beat you wit the piece it was sawed off of
Fuck blood, i wanna see some lungs coughed up
Get shot up in the hot tub til the bubbles pop up
And they nose and cough snot up, mucus in hot water
That's for tryin to talk like the chronic was lost product
That's for even thinkin of havin them thoughts thought up!
You better show some respect whenever the doc's brought up!!
So what's the difference between us? we can start at the penis
Or we can scream, "i just don't give a fuck," and see who means it!

Chorus 1.25x