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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

Текст песни:

ft. M.O.P.

Yeah! AO WWW, AO WWW!
C′mon! Yeah, yeahhh (yeah) yeahhh, yeahhh
M.O.P.! Uhh (X to the Z)
Yeah baby, that′s right, you know how we do it
One time, X, where you at my nigga?
FIYAHHHH!!!!

[Xzibit]
I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes
Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space
I got y′all, runnin in place, cut to the heart of the subject
(MASH OUT NIGGAZ!) Straight from the gutter you love it
Ain′t nothin above it, we stomp y′all religiously
Watchin paper thugs tryin to hide behind the industry
From here to infinity, love thy enemy
Niggaz got the knowledge but don′t know the chemistry
All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps
with baseball bats (′TIL FAME HIT YOU WITH THE MINI-MAC)
Full body black fatigues, lungs black from weed
In black limo tinted SUV′s with Bill

[Billy Danze]
STILL (still) WORLD (world) FAMOUS
The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain we′re
heartless and painless, it′s dangerous to strangers
that try to change us, knowin we′re anxious to flame ′em

[Chorus 2X: Xzibit + M.O.P.]
[X] Huh, you want problems I′ma bring ′em to you
[B] We cockin them thangs
[X] Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
[B] We ready to bang
[X] Yeah, you talk impressive, you don′t mean it do you?
[B] Watch where you aim
[F] Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

[Billy Danze]
You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it′s your man B.D.
From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. (IT′S)
M.O.P., and X to the Z
is a friend of our family (YEAH MY NIGGA)
For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players
I rub you under your face with single-edged razors
Cold street INTELLIGENCE, O.G.′s and REBEL MEN
Grip quick, cock squeeze and LEVEL MEN to SETTLE IT
(From L.A. to) B.K., from B.K. to (L.A.)
Persistant and insistant on doin it our way
Do you really wanna fuck with Danze? (c′mon)
When he comin with them thugs in the van
Double clutch in his hands, my nigga

[Lil′ Fame]
Make the world flame! Face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster
Y′all niggaz akin to God and gangsters
(YOU SEE IT!) It′s the M dot, to the O dot, to the P
With X to the Z hot, what′s happenin?

[Chorus]

[Interlude 2X: Xzibit]
Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later
Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it
Look alive, these streets is complicated

[Lil′ Fame]
AO WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
You got problems with us? Start poppin
I get in yo′ chest like anthrax, vaccine couldn′t stop it
Let′s move on ′em (aoww) must move on ′em
Rush in, gun-bustin, black seven plus tools on ′em
Never snooze on ′em, I′m short, haven′t got room for ′em
I send you to God with no shoes
CLUELESS! Real G′s run this, we rule this
If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, let′s do this
(YES SIR!) No question, no half-steppin
Streets is my profession, heat in my posession
Hollow-tips is the answer; look around you see the signs
say "NO SMOKIN" but our guns got cancer!

[Xzibit]
Yeah cause I′m not (I′m not) what you thought I was
Like my career was gon′ fade like a fuckin buzz
Raise the stakes high, I solidify
the grip that I keep on shit, GET OFF MY DICK!

[Chorus]

[random ad libs to fade]

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

Verse 1]
When I look you in your eyes I can see my own
Straight love manifested in flesh and bone
You′s a breath of fresh air in this world of shit
You was born to be a soldier don′t ever forget
Hit back when hit
Use force that′s effective
All these bitches and women
Son, please be selective
This is California can′t stick your dick in everything
We will survive necessarily by any means
Let no man ever hold you down or supress you
It′s the 90′s the police just arrest you,
disrespect you on occasion take life
By the time you come of age they′ll probably blast on sight
It′s a shame they protect them but try to serve us
When your neck is on the line stand ground then bust
In God we trust but just incase keep it loaded and locked
Ready to rock
Then shake the spot
The Foundation

[Verse 2]
You came from a long line of killers and drug dealers
Who forever smoke bud
So it′s probably in your blood
Realize you can only run the streets so long
Then the streets run you into the ground then gone
It′s kinda ruff trying to teach you what′s right from wrong
Same shit different day
It′s the same ol′ song
If the time ever comes that I meet my match
Take control of my assets
Fuck startin′ from scratch
Take care of your mother
Keep yourself on track
Just cause niggas get behind you don′t mean they got your
back
Beware of the serpent
Cause there′s a time in life the mothafucker will strike
And try to make you loose sight
Don′t be a fake mothafucker tryin′ to keep shit real
Fill cassettes with idle threats with no guts to kill
Son if you ever pull heat
Then use it
If you got a chance to walk away
Then do it
Total domination takes full concentration in all situations
A solid foundation

[Verse 3]
You are the foundation
Beginning of a new generation
I remember hospital hallway pacin′
I was anxious as fuck to see your face shine
Only to find that yours looked like mine
So it′s like I′m livin′ twice at the exact same time
In this life you can′t press stop
Then press rewind
Gotta live to the fullest never follow behind no man
Have your own plan, expand your mind
Ain′t no paper thin game to raise wannabe thugs
This is nothing but love
Via sattelite Muggs
Take heed when it′s your turn to bring new life
Make sure it′s the woman you gonna make your wife
Be prepared for the worst
But expect the best
No matter where life takes you
Come home to the West
Survival takes more than just gats and guns
That′s words to live by
From a father to a son
Foundation.


@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

Ok, alright, alright. You got me up? Is the Mic On?
Yeah. I pledge allegiance to the un-united streets of Los Angeles
Check this shit out, yeah yeah...Come on, Ha!
You thought I was about to start right there right?
Y′all motherfuckers turn this shit up, it′s X to the motherfucking Z
Yeah...Ha, welcome to my planet..

[Verse 1]
Some things money just can′t buy
From what I seen now that′s a God damn lie
Been involved in some other shit, ran from the government
Landed the mother ship, thanks for the ride
My niggaz still bang like the wrath of Cain
Fast lane, smack ya bodyguard and take ya chain
And it′s all in another day′s work for me
I spit the truth, the truth gone set y′all free SO-
What′s my anti-drug? Drugs!
Anti-drugs is when I can′t get none, for fun
I drop flows, punk the punk rappers
Load clips for nines and clap with gun clappers
Listen, too many motherfucking cooks in ya kitchen
Missin′ the most important part of life ′cause you bitchin′
Bitchin′ so much you should tuck ya nuts
And dick between ya thighs and color your eyes
And wax your legs and buy some bras and thongs
And go crazy in the nightclub for sisqo′s songs
You a hook motherfucker with the Jordache look
Bring lead with ya heat so the beef can cook

[Chorus: Xzibit]
Who′s sticking to the script like pistol grip?
Xzibit, tradition of X-cellence
Hit ′em up, this westside G.S.B
Openbar all night drinks for free
Victory ′cause we make history
niggaz actually have the audacity
We the shit from the get and we set to win
Straight hard on a bitch y′all sensitive
[singing]
My life, my world, X to the Z
The streets done took so much from me
Fuck what you heard this is realityyyyy
I close my eyes and pray just to see
Another day I live to breathe
My life, my world, this is realityyyyy
(Yeah, Welcome to my planet)

[Verse 2]
I done had sleep for dinner, natural born sinner
Watched fiends suck crack through car antennas
Now that we winning motherfuckers aim to get us
The game is vicious constant hostile conditions
For the times I dropped Jewels and nobody would listen (nope)
A new position, got a couple of pots to piss in
Got the aim of Oswald nigga I ain′t missin′
If everybody eating′ who the fuck gone clean the kitchen
I got vision, and a real deep suspicion
About a lot of rappers reps and they street conditions
Everybody got bricks of yay, claim they do crimes that pay
And tell you that it paved the way (BULLSHIT!)
Well only a few niggaz really came up this way
With gunplay day-to-day quick to blow you away
Trying to sound like snoop, trying to ball like Dre
I just think you mutherfuckers ain′t got shit to say

[Chorus: Xzibit]
Who′s sticking to the script like pistol grip?
Xzibit, tradition of X-cellence
Hit ′em up, this westside G.S.B
Openbar all night drinks for free
Victory ′cause we make history
niggaz actually have the audasity
We the shit from the get and we set to win
Straight hard on a bitch y′all sensative
[singing]
My life, my world, X to the Z
The streets done took so much from me
Fuck what you heard this is realityyyyy
I close my eyes and pray just to see
Another day I live to breathe
My life, my world, this is realityyyyy
(Yeah, Welcome to my planet)

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

[Xzibit]
Last but not least we off the leash
The Art of War reach for your masterpiece
Feel the release from the phantom bangs you
Snatched off put you in a frame and hang you
Comin at you niggas from a different angle
Arch Angel choke hold and strangled
Kay Slay the game turn the tables
Get cables, I′m Kane you Abel
Start bullshit, conflicts, labels
Man handled, murder, mangled
Life support cut short we hold court
In the street make a nigga sleep six feet deep
Fuck piece bare back doggystyle
Cement ya feet and hold ya down
Throw you off the bridge and watch you drown
Last one to laugh its over now

[Hook]
We′ll trade ya six and pancake ya loan
Break ya bitch and take ya doe
Shake ya Crys and take it whoa
Layin down the whole dance floor
(Break yourself right now)
Open bar free drinks this way
Walkin the West, possin the South
Coke can put these in ya mouth
Hands up jack the whole crowd
(Break yourself right now)

[Xzibit]
Break crash from ya ass so don′t rush to bust
Bitches die, cry, and lust for us
Damn it feel good to be platinum plus
Don′t fuck wit us cuzz we dangerous
Hold fans like fiends on Angel Dust
Clean get aways I get out the cuffs
Coast like a sailor you fuckin fucks
I done hand it hard to keep in touch
Don′t pop the Crys I pop the clutch
Pop one to ya mouth cuzz you talk too much
Way in over ya head you get played
Left holdin the bag like John Forte
Built for this all work no play here to stay
The rest get blown away
Built for this all work no play here to stay
The rest get blown away
C′mon

[Hook]

[Xzibit]
Neva seen heard felt befo
Wanna rumble wit us just start the show
Fill up the chamber let me go
Out of town before the shells hit the floor
Duck tape ski mask professional
Fuck y′all, y′all homosexual
Hangin on my dick like testicle
Pop you disappear, "Where did he go?"
Pop up some where in Mexico
Rotate relate respect the flow
Hospital bed you vegetable
Can′t walk can′t talk lettin you know
We hit the hardest ask ya ho, at my show
Seen her in the front row
To the back stage in there she blow
There she blew
Then send her back to you (hello)

[Hook - 3X]

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

[Xzibit - repeat 3X]
Oh no, X get drunk and fuck fo′ sho′
Please stop runnin yo′ mouth let′s go
Actin like you′ve never seen a dick befo′
All these bitches in here

[Xzibit]
Will the real X to the Z please stand up?
With my niggaz and my guns, not givin a fuck
Stickin ′em up at point blank range
They say the more things change, they stayin the same
I can′t complain
Type of shit that make you wish you was dead
Make you fight the curb, a stomp down on the back of your head
Blow it out like a afro pick
Attract bitches like flies to shit
Pop pills and ride the dick
Niggaz can′t swing this quick, I′m Dark McGwire
Bangin shit over the fence with Rottweiler
Listen, niggaz do anything for a dollar, even
killin they own, let it be known, it′s like

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
It ain′t safe where I′m from
Niggaz start beef never knowin the outcome
Rather be caught with it than caught without one
Leave it alone because the life that you save might be your own

[Xzibit]
I′m pullin pistols if you don′t break bread
Mr. Wrong Side of the Bed, only get excited for head
Now print this in your industry books
If it wasn′t for crooks you niggaz′d still sport the Jordache look
Hit the switch, front to back, side to side
Natural born killers never let shit slide
Never rely on the next man to swing for you
A rock and a hard place, duck between the two
And y′all bitches just somethin to do, don′t get it twisted
You′re easy like Sunday mornin and shopliftin
It go simple as that, I′m never givin half to a rat
I′d rather bam to your face with a bat
You get tied down to the tracks
Used to make a living cookin coke to crack, now I can′t turn back
This is holocaust rap nigga, overreact
and I′ma bring to yo′ chest like an asthma attack, ya heard?

[Chorus 1/2]

[Xzibit - repeat 2X]
Oh no, X get drunk and fuck fo′ sho′
Please stop runnin yo′ mouth let′s go
Actin like you′ve never seen a dick befo′
All these bitches in here

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

Intro:
Interviewer:
If you saw you walking on a street and a
black man were comin′ torward you
what would you be feeling?

Scared man:
Just one single black man? (yeah)
I really don′t fear that
You know but if it′s a group I′m talking from age thirt
even thirteen even younger than
thirteen. Yes I will walk across the street.

Interviewer:
Well let me ask you this...

Hook:
"I don′t want niggas soundin′ like me" -Ghostface Killah on ′Shark Niggas
(Biters)′
"I don′t want niggas soundin′ like me knowhatI′msayin′?" (x2)

Xzibit:
Yo we gettiin′ restless me and D.O.G.s
Never pretendin′ rather we sendin′ a very clear message
Either you with me or against me punk hit ′em up
Provide housin′ for these shrimp from the shells we dump
I′m makin′ ′em bounce other niggas fail to bump
Til we takin′ advantage of inflicting irreversable damage
It′s the long awaited anticipated Likwit MC
Bombin′ first cause I feel it′s better to give then receive
You better believe
Xzibit stays savage above the average
When niggas try to switch turn bitch for the cabbage
But see all that irrelevant it′s like tryin′ to turn a whore celibate
I dance with the devil for the hell of it
Burning down your lavish lanndscape on digital tape
Cause everything you rhymin′ about is actually fake
So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate
Thinkin′ you rankin′ top dollar but really counterfeit

Hook

Montageone:
Niggas we null and void I get swole like a keyloid
To overload your system with rhymes for millenniums
To shut down artists with beats the deep closure
Battlin′ top rank for bank and exposure
So open up your door to me Cause if it′s closed
I′m a brakin′ in with some pantyhose
Over the mic
So you don′t know who I sound like
Executing those who record and bite to sound tight
It′s not permitted by the right
The Gustopo surprising these niggas like Benny Blanco
Remember me man? You thought I was a fan till I threw you in the back of a
van
Yo these Drop Squad delegates rhymes are delicate
I spit on the mic to get these MC′s pussys wet
For those with plans to clone me thee original
It can′t be done I′m digital (digital)

Hook

Xzibit:
Yo who wanna come see the hard rock?
The non stop green block yo whole block recieve speed knot
You need not
Get brave my bullets never graze
They hit close to home seperating flesh from bone
So better get off on your own bitch
Rollin′ chrome shit tryin′t to own shit
I was molded, after the best that the streets had to offer
The author of my own destiny
So I suggest you stop stressin′ me
I′ll find out when I pull my nine out and blow your mind out
Play a deadly game with no fouls and no time outs
Inhale large amounts of dojah forever ready like a soldier
I′m lock mode and shoot from the shoulder
And burn down your lavish landscape digital tape
Cause everything you rhyme about is actually fake
So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate
Thinkin′ you rankin′ top dollar but really counterfeit

Hook

"I don′t want niggas soundin′ like me. On no album"

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

Intro: Xzibit, [J-Ro]

I really wish I could you know at twenty-one
youknowhatI′msayin′,he he, yo yo
[I′ma tell you exactly why I do the things
I do, youknowhatI′m sayin′]
Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI′msayin′
Go ahead
Yeah! I break it down like this

Verse One:

You see I don′t like to remenisce about the past
The lower class, no clout livin′ hand to mouth
Each and every wrong move the police keep count
make it real fuckin′ easy to get streched out
I was at the funeral when it all began
You know the painful transition from a boy to men
I lost sight of my mother at the age of nine
didn′t understand death nearly lost my mind
But see life moves on and broke niggas can′t change it
Age ten, new step family arrangement
at thirteen, I started gettin′ hair on my dick
And noticed me and my sister were gettin′ treated like shit
I would forever be hit with anything in reach
Then my father would proceed to go to church and preach
about forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked
Gettin′ jump when he said and the head gat cracked
physical contact was in form of a slap
at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back
courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap
Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black
Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate
Into juvenile detention where I built up hate
I don′t remember the date of the judical debate
but legally I was now in custody of the state

Chorus:

And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what′s up to Xzibit and I still don′t speak
I′m trying to contemplate the next move to make
Gotta find some way to release this hate

And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what′s up to Xzibit and I still don′t speak
I′m trying to contemplate the next move to make
Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight

Interlude: Xzibit, [J-Ro]

[Yeah it′s fucked up though man]
[YouknowhatI′msayin′]
Yo
[The fuck you doin′ in jail]
Insane man, I don′t know man, he he he
[Yeah wats goin′ on down there, gotta get out dude]
Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man
YouknowI′msayin′
[It′s popin′ man]
It′s cool yo fuck that
[It′s popin′ out here]
They can go on and on for that
[I′m tellin′ you it′s popin′ man come home]

Verse Two:

And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin′ at home
but only now I was fucked up plus all alone
My father talkin′ all crazy to me over the phone
Turned age sixteen now on my own
Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too
with no hesitation lock load then blast you
Without a hastle we in a town of hicks
fuckin′ all these chicks
Sellin′ rock by the bricks
so we feelin′ like we mothafuckin′ Nino Brown
At the house when the mothafuckin′ man touched down
Screamin′ demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)"
A.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban
we never kept it in the house
So of course we clounded
Only found one pistol took us all down town
We be out by the end of the afternoon
gettin′ drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!
Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife
Ty and Matt caught bodies
Now they spend there life behind bars
catchin′ scars that will not heal
niggas don′t know the half about keepin′ it real

Chorus 1 1/2

outro:

Like this
Like this, like that
Yeah! gotta carry the weight
Like this euh!
Bringin live
Yeah! yeah! like this
It′s Xzibit
Gotta carry the weight
Like that yo!
Like that yo!

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

(Xzibit talkin)
Listen to this, I′m just tryna do this for us
You know what I′m sayin, you scream at the top of your fucking lungs
Yeah, I′m just tryna do this hard work and get this good between us baby, yeah

Look, Samantha, Loraine, Monica, Veronica
Veronica, she treated my dick like a harmonica
How you think I learned how to twist it and turn
Ya back until it′s broke, make you feel it in your throat
It was Pamela, Linda, Keisha, Nicole
Had me fuckin while I was drivin on cruise control
Can′t wait to get it home and teach it all to you
Look I′m just tryna be the best, I′m doin it all for you
You know that thing with the peanut butter
My Brooklyn bitch said fuck untyin the ropes,
it′s faster with a box cutter
I know you love the way I′m diggin you out
But always wanna fuckin aruge so let′s figure this out
I′m just tryna make you happy bitch
Who′s there for you anytime you get in the mood for suckin a dick
I took the time out to find out what ya like
You bust fifteen nuts, wanna get up and fight
So look

(Chorus)
You should thank of all the bitches that I have in my life
All the experience I′m gettin got me fuckin you right
Never took time to see it and plus
All you thinkin ′bout is yourself, I′m thinkin for us
You love the way I beat it down when I come in the house
And all in ya mouth, the bedroom, kitchen and couch
You should thank all of the bitches that I have in my life
All the experience I′m gettin got me fuckin you right

It was Gina, Julie, Renee, Ty and Tammy
Made me spend some extra days in Miami
Candy, Trisha, Prescilla, Melissa
Showed X to the Z it′s better with three
Who could fuck your ass better than me (pssst)
I think not, hard knock the cock, welcome to my sweat shop
I pick locks made by NFL, NBA, NHL, fuck all day
You could say I didn′t do this shit
Unsatisfied bitches gotta go out and chase the dick
And that′s just not the thing to do
So I learn new shit from the next bitch and teach it to you
Now don′t you love it how I shove it baby (hell yeah)
When we be fuckin and we thuggin baby (hell yeah)
The way I hit it when I pump it baby (hell yeah)
And don′t I spit it when I bust it baby (hell yeah)

(Chorus)

I insist that we fuckin on videotape
Just incase a bitch lose face and try and call rape
If you know somethin that might excite up our late night
Got an open invite to lay us a pipe
Make ya head feel like your wet, warm and tight
I′ll go from all night ′til the sun turn bright
Two wrongs don′t make it right bitch, no need to cheat
(Pussy just a piece of meat, another means to eat)
Big Tray D told me that, as a matter of fact
You only tell me that you love me when you′re flat on your back
You wanna leave me now bitch, my fuckin feelings is hurt
Why am I the only one that′s tryna make this work

(Chorus)
(Tray D talking to fade)

@ Xzibit