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Текст песни:

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

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

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

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

At this time, please extinguish all smoking materials
Return all seat backs, and tray tables
to their most upright, and long position
Also at this time please take care to fasten your seatbelt
Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A.

Chorus: Xzibit

Welcome to L.A.
Where you can see the whole city burning
Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving
and your kids ain′t learning shit, except this
Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else
(repeat 2X except last line)
Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times

Verse One: Xzibit

MC′s get fucked up, chopped like Braveheart
Don′t start what you can′t finish, serious bidness
Down La Seneca to bust a left on Venice
where you can find me and mines -- Los Angeles Times
Welcome to L.A.
Where every other day I′m taking the hat off my head
Givin respect to the dead, and avoid havin the same thing
said about me, Xzibit stand underground
like the roots of a tree, watered three times a day
Forty ounce Olde E, like a magnifying glass
making it easier to see, the Mister X to the Z
Don′t peak, L.A., why test without vest-es
stop lead projectile, Apocalypse Now
Love Allah not new car, faggot, superstar
type of cat, fuck that, mash away in a
diamond-white Concourse ′Llac
Still black so the one-time react as if under attack
Ain′t nothin changed but district range, feel no pain
Mr. Big Bad Insane Black John McClane with
liquor on the brain, down to earth like dirt
From the city where niggaz known for puttin in work

Chorus

Verse Two: Xzibit

Welcome to L.A.
If hand determine dick size, I′m palmin the Earth
Select turf, then plant bad seed and give birth
And make the hard work look easy fuh sheezee
Leavin you and your best man, stiffer than mannequins
Enough to break the skin on a Vietnam leatherneck
Marine drill sargeant, you nothin but a target (pow!)
Charge it to the game, gotta look beyond the brand name
Comin from the guts like I slammed down twenty cups
of Hennesey straight, relate feel my hate
Xzibit flippin through these bitches like DJ trait
Translate to left field, only real niggaz follow
Bitches suck and swallow, I′m livin life behind the bottle
Never the role model, still shinin like a new automobile
Flow six-fo′, you can′t steal
cause I got a kill switch with a itch for the action
While other rappers use mass weapons of destruction
to sell they shit

Chorus

Verse Three: Xzibit

El ve-te-rano, you can only pray to learn what I know
Ride slow across the horizon a lone desperado
Comin through the door bringin nothin but hits
Sometimes I feel like a matador, lookin at this bullshit
Niggaz pull rent from the crack of they ass
Maintain do your thang this too shall pass
I season beef with lead pieces then cook it with gas
I′m from the school of hard knocks way ahead in the class
Xzibit hard to get through, like bulletproof glass
Break it down like Johnny Cochran then mix it with hash
Your defense can′t last against advanced prosecution
Hit the airwaves like pollution -- hey, here′s a solution
Take a trip to Washington then burn the Constitution
Top government officials locked down for prostitution
Recruitin the hard rocks mean streets keep producin
The world is a riot shit is mine for the lootin

Chorus

Everyone′s got to make a living (2X)

Chorus

Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A.

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

ft. Dr. Dre

[Xzibit]
Time to snap out of it, welcome to the real world
My life like a Hitchcock flick, stick to the script
If she can′t stick to the script, stick to this dick
How she actin off of the fifth? Ridiculous shit
We don′t need conversation, just crowd participation
If you here on vacation we got, rules and regulations
Seperate myself from y′all, segregation
Tryin to stop Xzibit and Dre? Humiliation
Pure elevation, got me some inspiration
Two bitches in bubble baths, a beautiful invitation
Got a live occupation, live for the moment
I′m faced with an altercation manhandlin my opponents
I got eyes in the back of my head
I never sleep so they bloodshot red
Yo we so far ahead of our time
If we can stop life and press rewind
You still wouldn′t catch up ′til 2K and a dime, so turn it up

[Chorus - female and male singers]
[F] Turn it up!
[M] Turn it up
[F] This is it!
[M] This is it
[F] We the shit
[M] We the shiiiiiiiiiit
[F] Get with it!
[F] Give a fuck
[M] Give a fuck
[F] Who you wit
[M] Who you wit
[F] Turn it up!
[M] Turn it uppppppppppp
[F] Get with it!

[Dr. Dre]
Truthfully speakin, it′s lonely up here all by myself
So I had to come down and pass around some help
From N.W.A to whatever′s next
Make sure it says ANDRE YOUNG in bold letters on big checks
Your shit ain′t sellin? Fuck it, get Dr. Dre on it
You got a budget? I′ll get down, give me half of it
One session, one song, I′m gone
The first week, you hit the streets, a star is born
to add to my universe - let me show you
who can invade who nigga, and who can do who the worst
Warning from the Surgeon General
Watch out for fake hits and bullshit that sounds identical
Pick it up, read the credits, who you thought it was?
Twenty years in the game, with a constant buzz
Pick a year, any year, see how hot I was
Same shit today, and still don′t give a fuck!

[Chorus]

[Chorus 2]
[M] Stay.. in your place
[X] Stay in your place nigga
[M] You can′t face, what we bringin
[X] What we bring to the game, playa
[M] Bounce like this
[X] Bounce
[F] Bounce like this
[M] Blaze your shit
[F] Blaze your shit
[M] And get high for meeeeeeee

[Xzibit]
Let me give y′all niggaz somethin to hold
This product not to be sold
Know you can′t cook it over a stove
You can flip it and come back with a mitt
Don′t make me reach through your limo tint
I just want my twenty percent
This is dedicated to the people that spoke too soon
I think I′ll stop shootin you niggaz and shoot for the moon
Motherfuckers turn respect on and off like a light switch
I′ll never be seen, like Farrakhan fuckin a white bitch
Jump I won′t flinch, dump I don′t miss
X holdin this, I′m never losin faith or focus
So say what you gotta say, every day a holiday
We don′t blow the roof, we blow the whole fuckin spot away [BOOM]
Organize permission like, organized crime
Organized minds, organize they nickels and dimes
Organized vocab be organizing my rhymes
Organizing my business and organizing my time, so turn it up

[Chorus]

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

[Saafir as radio host]
Rrrah, uhh, bitch!
It′s radio radio station, cat Xzibit huh?
K-W-Balls, Daniel Thompson hold like this
Like that in fact, with a fat-ass Battlecat track
I′m takin caller number one, that is..
Rrrah uhh, bitch - you took too long
Caller number two like this..

[Xzibit]
{*BZZT*} Bounce up out of the house close to midnight
Full rack up in the back {*BZZ BZZ*} shit is tight
Full charge and I′m out for somethin
Mass production, Battlecat bang percussion
End of discussion, hittin some corners, rearrange thangs
and brang change, we expand California
Listen - I lost more than I can ever gain back
from this road to riches, makin my heart turn black
So I′m cold to bitches, and I never call back
Plus I′m stoned and vicious, lay your whole hood flat
Get your, shit together nigga Big Snoop Dogg told me
′Do music and leave that other shit alone homey′
We came from dust, the X-odus, the hard to touch
Y′all niggaz ain′t fuckin with us, and plus
it ain′t nothin like standin on your own two
So run them streets, but never let ′em run you

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Time is steady wastin, steady wastin
Since time won′t wait for me, yeah, won′t wait, won′t wait
Just give me a beat that′s bang, give me a beat that′s bangin
I′ll bust ′til I′m deceased, yeah, wooo-oooh, ooh-ooh-ooooh

[Xzibit]
Tune in, witness the rise of a icon
The python wrap around ′til your breath gone
The upper echelon, and I′m the cat you pull a weapon on
and wanna squeeze ′til my life is gone?
Back to the wall and trust nobody
Sippin Cognac with Kurupt, Young Gotti
Somebody gotta recognize this
Throw fo′ fingers up, add a thumb, then make it a fist
Number one draft pick, lead the league in assists
Give a fuck how you decorate your neck and your wrists
You just settin yourself up for the twist (gimme that) it′s like this
Only a few slide through like the Schindler′s List
Who′s the bitch, who′s the mack, what′s worse
the niggaz that bring in the coke or smoke the crack?
Metaphor figure four let it break your back (yeah)
It′s been a long time, where the gangstas at?

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Damn it feels good to be back in the saddle
On top of the game, crackin the frame, the heat of the battle
Been a long time comin but we waited
Xzibit went from bein hated, to makin the whole world say it
Give a fuck if the radio play it
Niggaz fall like the domino effect and you can′t delay it
It ain′t about who you are when you′re makin your stack
It′s the look that′s on your face when you givin it back
So picture that

[Nate Dogg]
Time, keeps on slippin, slippin.. keeps on slippin away.. mm-hmm
My mind keeps on trippin, trippin.. trippin like ev-ery-day.. mm-hmm

[X] Yeah, it′s been a long time

[Chorus]

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

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

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

[Xzibit]
Yeah..
Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price
Sacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and ice
I′m precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ
to change the game, while y′all niggaz remain the same
Clear the lane, comin through like Kobe, you can′t hold me
You can′t stop me, ever since I dropped "Paparazzi"
I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit
Like every idiot that can spit be droppin a hit
I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted
Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic
It′s like tryin to squeeze water from rocks
I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock
Sick of niggaz screamin they hot, but really they not
Beatin you all to the ground like six L.A. cops
Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot
and lived to tell about it, never leavin home without it, c′mon

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
There′s no one out there, for us, to fear
I′ll say it loud and clear..
Who can say they′re close, to us
Speak now and you′ll be brought, to tears

[King Tee]
They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin off on Central
with the rag back, lookin like life′s so simple
Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets
If Trife can′t cover the house, call X
Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers
Move somethin, make killers do somethin, f′real
The bitch-made often politic with the skill
Now shit′s all twisted, unlisted
Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit
We gifted, twenty-four hours and still lifted
(*X*: Bitch keep your vagina) We drunk and ain′t interested
Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain′t trippin it
Standin at the bar, soft-styled in the cut
"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much!"
Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup
The West and Eastside keep smokin them blunts, niggaz

[Interlude: Butch Cassidy]
Let′s get with it, I was born to trip
Stay on the lookout, ain′t no time to slip
We ain′t for games and shit
Change your spot, cause we′re known to dip
No time for chasin hoes
I′m on a mission cause my cash is low
There′s no need to speak on those
Doggy (?) are the gangsta′s clothes

[Defari]
There′s two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto
Pops Finnish choco-late, moms Mississippi yellow
Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence
Together we rise, no time for seperateness
My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a jack
of a smack to a bird who don′t know how to act
Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler
Good ol′ wrangler in his day with that attitude of "Fuck ya"

[Xzibit]
Built to run forever, X the infinite
First line of defense to smash through the

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

(feat. Anthony Hamilton)

[Xzibit]
Yeah.. welcome.. yeah.. huh.. there′s plenty of room for everybody man..
yeah.. bangin.. come on.. yeah.. look..

[Xzibit]
Huh, Stay in my lane like a hustla
Never hate a motherfucker,tolerate a motherfucker
To a certain extent
When it′s on, it′s over
Don′t get no chance to get popping
Forgotten about you before your body cold in a coffin
Just another failed attempt, you fall through the cracks
Sure as God made man, the first man was Black
The Black man made pyramids and gangsta rap
That′s all I know, cuz poppa didn′t raise no rats
Face the facts not the fiction
I Build my empire from a pocket full of stones
And a fifth of ambition
Niggas wanna ball but they never wanna listen
so instead of coming up, they just, come up missin
My mission is to hit with precision, shake whole continents
Crush niggas′ confidence, expose my dominance
Without no conflict, you′ll never have progress
I′m sending this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects, I′m a

[Chorus - A.H. singing (Xzibit)]
One shot gambler (Yeah) Two shot gambler (Come on)
Three-time felon with that itch for dough
These madd street (Whuttup) Got me puffin on dro′
I′m guilty (What) Tryna make a living (Work it)
Thirty-eight albums and still no dollars (Come on)
And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo′? (Yeah)
These madd street (Uh) Got me puffin on dro′ (Uh)
I′m guilty .. For tryna make a living

[Xzibit]
Bitch I ain′t tryna holler at you (nah)
I′m just wanna drink, smoke, fuck and toss a couple dollars at you
I′m fightin dirty, I′ll take thirty of you motherfuckers
I′m throwing cheapshots, low-blows and suckerpunches
I′m not for the games, I′m not in the mood
Not to be confused with dudes that fumble and lose
Xzibit move when I hear oppurtunity knockin
But I′ma shoot straight through the door if you comin with problems
It′s too crowded at the bottom, too lonely at the top
Ain′t no inbetween, trust me, like it or not
We gon′ be here forever like cops and roaches
Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters, nigga

[Interlude - A.H. (X)]
I′ma have to hit the block, then around to my hoes
I got a haze, two trays, and a change of clothes, cuz
Pimpin′ ain′t easy y′all,it′s too sleazy
Too greasy, and I can′t take it easy!

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Everytime I try to get out
I get dragged right the fuck back in, it′s like I′m never gon′ win
Nigga got the whole world on his back
Overeact, matter fact we act like when animals attack
I know, pussy sells faster than crack, ambassador rap
Twist back your salary cap, who fuckin with that?
Welcome to the X games, enjoy my pain
Inhale my smoke, it′s hard not to cough or choke
Motorola nigga up the old fashion way
This ain′t rap, this is shit that I was born to say
Though lately I been having dillemas, with insignificant niggas
And half-ass rappers that think they can get it
We the Golden State, we keep the whole thing bouncing
Y′all move units, we move mountains
Y′all rap for bullshit, tryna be on T.V.
We seen you, now we don′t like Chandra Levy, I′ma

[Chorus]

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

[Xzibit]
I was voted most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation
Let′s start the process of elimination
This dedication is for niggaz with the green buddha
The bandula, six-shooter to your suit coolers
Now how this feel? Cold black steel up in your grill
This hollow point lead gon′ be your last meal
Say your prayers, say your graces
Pieces of your face is found in a hundred different places
Huh, so what we lookin like? We tryin to see some hoes to fuck tonight
and you just tryin to see the afterlife
Make a decision before we have a head-on collision
makin me spend the rest of my life in prison
See I can only play the cards I was given
Multiplication division whatever you got to break mines off
like the U.S. government did to Microsoft
Like Xzibit in some pussy with the lights turned off
It′s like

[Chorus]
I′m just livin to fulfill my dreams
I′m just tryin to have the best of things
None of y′all can′t take shit from me
Life′s a bitch she ain′t fuckin for free
So I′ma ride til the wheels fall off
while all the rest get weak and go soft
Your petite style, can get you beat down
My heat′s loud, have you huggin on the street now

[Xzibit]
Niggaz keep askin me how does it feel
How does WHAT feel? Not havin to scrape for a meal?
Not bein locked down to a fucked up deal?
The biggest man in Los Angeles is not Shaquille
We had to reinvent the wheel, draft new blueprints
Made a whole album, spent HALF what you spent
then sent the rest to my people to invest wit it
Custom fitted, if you want it nigga, come and get it
and I suggest you bring a million niggaz runnin wit it
Split it, feel it, hit it it′s hot, look
I ain′t gon′ stop til everybody′s shot
Muammar Khadaf′s the dot, X mark the spot
with an infrared to your head, left for dead
Fuck the feds, flee the country then grow some dreads (ya mon)
I suggest you keep your distance, for instance, the same distance
it takes to get to the next solar system, motherfucker

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Strike one, when a nigga talkin shit with his hands
Strike two, gettin caught in the wrong place with your pants down
Strike three, tryin to fuck with the D-O-double-G
D-R-E, or any of my Alkaholik family
Huh, Xzibit turn your vital signs to a straight line
Never seen a dog bite and bark at the same time
Restless, rugged, never relaxed
Permanently owe you motherfuckers backs like tax
Baseball bats and breaks upside of your head
Homey STILL gettin swoll off water and bread
I got this, retaliation, for any situation I′m facin
and leave the stage with a standin ovation, it′s like

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

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]

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

[Intro]
This for you (uh) there ain′t one day that go by
where I don′t think about you (yeah)
This for my mother, Rest In Peace (uh)
To you and yours (yeah) Ride with me (uh)
Come on

[Verse 1]
I know you watching me, guiding me
I know from up there it′s like you watching ′Menace to Society′
Listen you was thirty-two I was only nine
But I′ve learned so much with so little time
Now I′m surrounded by the best of my kind
We put it all together, couldn′t waist your pearls on Swine ma
You taught me better
You can′t protect me or expect me to not struggle n fight
Cause see death is a part of life
What I wouldn′t give for 1 more day wit you
One last embrace n face to face wit you
Explain everything that made me what I am a grown man
From the ground up with my own hands
Will I forget you? Neva
Down right angry sometimes that we ain′t here together
You can feel your roots and see how strong we are
Who would′ve thought we could get this far, damn I miss you

[Chorus: Andre Wilson]
Even though I know it′s been tough
I can′t stress enough no matter what - mama I love you
You′ve always been there by my side
You′ve taught the wrong from the right - mama I love you

[Verse 2]
Yesterday was you fifty-ninth birthday
Time flew missing you in the worst way
I still feel the same pain since the first day
You left through death on God′s request
I can′t complain through the year′s mama I′ve been stressed
Through them bullets and the bad times I′ve been blessed
For the times that I fail but I tried my best
Able to do for my loved one′s, real success
Your the source of my strength I was blessed with your gifts
Your insights, your wisdom, your penmanship
Fun n games, I′m doing thangs, I know you wouldn′t agree with
What I drink, what I smoke, who I be with
You made sure I got some love when there wasn′t none
Opened up my heart showed the world where I′m coming from
Your little grandson is just like your little boy
Mama what you built here no man can ever destroy, your bundle of joy
I′ve been through so much
I lose touch and sometimes I feel that life sucks
My women try to get close I push here away
She wanna talk I just sit there with nothing to say
Feel me its all the pain I contain on the inside
You in the right place but left me at the wrong time
Use to cook, clean, and sing me to sleep
Now I only go to bed with my heat, damn I miss you

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
The school of hard knocks where I learned life′s lessons
With not enough answers and too many questions
When you had me you gave birth to a soldier
Now I′m much older now the world much colder
Our lives in the hands of politicians that don′t care
We ponds in the game biological warfare
The family′s so spread out n disconnected
Trying to hold things together put my soul on records
It′s hard; you know your daughter had a baby too
A beautiful baby girl just another little piece of you
Another branch we can add to the family tree
Responsibility bringing out the man in me
You ain′t a man if your not taking care of home
Raise and protect my own, until they full-grown
No matter how much these streets try to change me
I′m never ′gon forget how you raised me
I Love You, Forever.

[Chorus]

[Ad Libs]
Yeah, all the mothers, all the daughters, yeah, come on
Sun, Moon, Earth, yeah, this for you, uh, Damn, Damn I Miss You

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

[Xzibit]
Most niggaz get it confused right? Huh
They think it′s all chronic and palm trees out this muh′fucka
Bitches and bikinis, listen, huh

Some niggaz is better left alone
I place you underneath the very ground you walkin on
And ain′t no children in this motherfucker, drop your tone
Ain′t got no business even FUCKIN with no microphones
So yo it′s me against the world, and ain′t got shit to lose
My heavy artillery built to make the masses move
I carry tools that′ll pick you up and out your shoes
Xzibit bringin new meanin to alcohol abuse
I wanna fall up in the spot where all the bitches at
Holdin somethin heavy to help you straighten out your back
A couple of drinks and I bend you over the kitchen sink
So what you think I owe you somethin bitch for fuckin me?
(BITCH) Get a grip, misery love company, check it
Xzibit show you the difference between real life and makin a record
Makin the moves and connections that you never expected
What good is money and the fame if you never respected?
Check it out

[Chorus]
You know, who′s runnin these fuckin streets
(You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga)
Don′t be actin like your shit don′t stink (c′mon)
Y′all ain′t fuckin with X
You know, we roll so fuckin deep
(Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
Cause you′re actin like your shit don′t stink

[Xzibit]
Yo, I ain′t afraid of them fuckin invisible gats
you always bringin out in your raps
My shit′ll quickly make you fold and collapse
My goal to strictly takin over the map, by any means
Hustle and make more tracks than a her-on fiend
Keep my enemies on a first name basis
and hate them niggaz like a skinhead racist
Chuck Taylors and fat laces
Stompin hoes through y′all turf
I hurt worse than actual childbirth
A chick can suck my dick til the big squirt (AH-AHH!)
The song work, so ain′t no playin wit us
Findin out where you rest your head and I′m sprayin it up
The remains that′s left behind can probably fit in a cup
You pressin your luck, you makin yourselves easy to touch
I′m from the home of the hit ′em up, only two ways
You droppin some shells or you get ′em up, back in the days
there was a time there was this woman that I want to keep up
but nowadays when I see you I′m just tryin to fuck
so check it out

[Chorus]
You know, who′s runnin these fuckin streets
(The king of these West coast gangsta beats, niggaz)
Always droppin off nothin but straight heat
so stay the fuck out of the way
You know, we roll so fuckin deep
(Round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
Cause you′re actin like your shit don′t stink
Y′all ain′t fuckin with Dre

[Dr. Dre]
Thangs just ain′t the same since he came out
Two thousand and one, came blew the game out
I heard you was hot {*huff*} blew your flame out
And got the nerve to believe you hold the same clout?
I thought I told you, keep my name out of your fuckin mouth
(But Dr. Dre!) See that′s exactly what I′m talkin bout
That shit right there, that′s all day long
Just don′t stop, I gots to be alone at the top
Forever ready loaded and locked, with niggaz that′ll circle yo′ block
and let ′em pop til some bodies get dropped
It′s Doc Holiday in the flesh
(Still) hold it down, represent, resurrect the West
(Still) holdin ground, touchin down, with my nigga X
(Still) send a couple through yo′ chest if you disrespect
Dr. Dre comin back (shit) I never left
The number one ranked highest paid celebrity guest
That′s eight digits, motherfuckers

[Chorus]
You know, who′s runnin these fuckin streets
(You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga)
Don′t be actin like your shit don′t stink (c′mon)
Y′all ain′t fuckin with X
You know, we roll so fuckin deep
(Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
Cause you′re actin like your shit don′t stink (YO)
Y′all ain′t fuckin with X

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

featuring Tha Alkaholiks

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
Certifed 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

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

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

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

ft. Nate Dogg

[Xzibit]
I′ve beeeeen this way and I can′t stop (ah)
Hands on the ball and I won′t drop (no)
Half-assed rhymes that you can′t watch (no)
It ain′t cause I want to it′s cause I got-ta
Get it Crip while the gettin is good
before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood
I don′t need that, I don′t believe that
E′rybody gon′ get hurt, if I do dirt
I flirt with the idea of quittin′ the game
Nah!! I′ma evolve continue to change
It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on
and keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own
So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it
I′m just bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it
Speech don′t failllll me now
Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
(We) back on line (We) came to ride
(We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (Until) we die
And back for mo′, cause we can′t get enough

[Xzibit]
Above the rest, accept no less
Go ahead, check the game, be my guest
Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest
Win time after time ′til there ain′t none left
Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work
I′m bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt
everybody and anybody who come to my party
like they ready to get roudy and touch somebody
Who′s that nigga y′all came to see? "X!"
Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!"
What′s next, collect respect like paychecks
Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex
What do you believe in? I believe in
seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance
Here for redemption - been around forever
Y′all cats were just too blind to listen

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
It ain′t my fault.. we keep droppin hits
And you can′t spit like this, so I′m takin yo′ bitch
It ain′t shit changed.. we gon′ bang like this
And I′m drinkin this fifth, we still don′t take no shit

[Xzibit]
I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain′t worth six cents
I′m sick with my sixth sense
Whattup Doc? I′m gettin down to business
Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district
Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it
Abuse it, let′s booze it, please don′t confuse it with the
next man, it′s the X Man rollin
Stand firm, solid as the ground I′m holdin
Make mine +Golden+, permanent +State+ issue
Stacked with the wealth that you can′t take witchu
Long range missile, if we got issues
I′ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon′ miss you
I′ma keep swingin ′til the medics come get you
We busy, stay off my line, you can′t get through
Peep the design from the mastermind
Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time!

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

Speaking:
And so it was written, and after all these things,
I saw another angel come down from heaven
Having great power and the eath was lighted with his glory
And he cried mightily with the strong voice saying "Babylon the great has
fallen,
it′s fallen and has become the habitation of devils
and the home to every fowl spirit and a cage of very unclean and hateful men"

What you see is what you get now
Xzibit never wait around for kick downs, get my own shit, blowe
Shot heard around the world
Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple
To make things simple my existance is to ripple through time
Only concern is what is mine, divine, never monkey shine
walkin′ down the very thin line, holdin′ wait, runnin′ crazy in the streets,
yeah
Plus the company I keep work in overtime
while you oversleep don′t wanna see none of this evil I speak
Around on the atlas, cume la matra, the super actress
You all get close-lined and pinned the mattress
All day, every day, every which way
Who said to can′t have your take, you need a tune (fuck you)
This is a hard time on planet earth
for what it′s worth Xzibit stand station without reabilitation like this

Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters,
gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it
moving

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home
And that′s the real shit

You got more than you bargained for
Hit the floor I pull a fast one to let you know that today could be your last
one,
black, take your breath like an asthma attack
Just a slave like Flava Flav, you′re blind to the fact
Mr. X to the Z the Liks and King T
guranteed to bring the house down naturally
Niggas knowin′ no limits lime Master P
makin′ you motherfuckin′ bastards see,
what, a whole different breed of MC
Realize it′s you against me, catch a three-hundred and sixty degree
roundhouse to the mouth right
and like the sun, make the hot shit shine bright
I feelin′ like my whole life is a green light never turn red
′cause I strike like a rattle-snake, lock like a dread
Niggas wanna bump heads but they better off dead
Came crashin′ through the door like the Feds, bring it

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home
And that′s the real shit

And yeah, everybody start to rush
Swingin′ through is your friendly neighborhood lush
I crack your bottle than watch how Xzibit bust
I regulate like a killer with a nickel plate
Uh set it straight and start to shakin′ you down, breakin′ new ground,
construction work
heavy artilary, put your dick in the dirt
Stay alert, the game is rough so you might get hurt
Slug burnt through your jacket, through your sweater, through your shirt
Get cut from th belly up
I burnt the chain fast lane, suck my sugar cane
I′m tryin′ to spart that niggas brain while you entertain trivial things,
material things, protected by the underground kings
who rule the land with an iron fist
The "Men In Black", if we flash can′t remember shit
You cross me, I′ll make you pay like the government, I wanna kill Sam
′cause my package came short 12 grames, get the picture

Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters,
gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it
moving

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home, yeah, yeah

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home, yeah, yeah

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home

@ Xzibit