[xzibit]
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, we keep it bouncin like this
Yeah, huh, we keep it movin like
Listen, listen, look..

The most wanted man in america, i +soul assassinate+ your character
Quickly embarass ya as easy as fuck!
Pressin my buttons nigga is just like pressin your luck
China-white, a hundred percent, pure uncut
Detonate, little kuwait, i'm blowin shit up
Go ahead, make your mistake, and throw that punch
I'ma pull this forty-four mag and make you strip
Then walk down the street naked, some gangsta shit
Make it complete, i yell dance, shoot at your feet (dance nigga!)
Niggaz be weak, i found out you talk in your sleep
Since you a bitch, you came back, went in for more cash
Baseball both of your legs, i'll trip on your ass

[chorus: xzibit]
You never stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know
It ain't the dollars it's the principle of it so love it or leave it
Forever hardcore, so you better believe it
In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back
Move units the same way i used to move crack
You never stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know

[xzibit]
Yeah, yeah, most of the time i'm totin a nine
In my waistline or behind this close to my spine
I write these, negative fines, and heat for lines
Last seen in a black trenchcoat, at columbine
Peep the design, make your remains hard to find
I ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line
Most niggaz got guns but still don't know how to aim right
I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin daylight

[chorus]

[king tee]
We sit upon a plateau, with guns and cash flow
Sadaam and castro, terror to the last blow
I mash dough and half these cats you a ... Read more »

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

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

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

[verse 2]
Everybody wannabe king
Fuck everything
All this shit is bout to me mine
I hear it all the time
Live your life for the day
Easier to burn than papier-mache
Started with dre
Graduate to radioplay
I still ain't satisfied
Bout to blast off worldwide
Get in line check the politics
Ever wonder why only certain
Motherfuckers get rich
Ain't this a bitch
Barely can eat, barely can pee
I dedicate my life to the street
It's not for you if your stomach is weak
Relax with dead bodies covered with sheets
Thats ... Read more »

You are now tuned in to the golden state
To all my niguhs on the streets and behind closed gates
Continue to maintain daily and carry the weight
And all my folks on the outside continue to rise
Finally released to the rest of the nation, anticipation
Was killin' me, my niguh flex said niguhs is feelin' me
Larger than life baby with crazy respect
You know these alkaholik niguhs guaranteed to get you wet
Don't sweat the technique cause i was put on the street
To delete the weak minded, if you've got beef then grind it
Most niggaz is blinded by the glamour and glitz
But i don't fuck with that shit
Your only dope was your last hit
Constantly lit up from the place where we hit 'em
In the wrong hair dresser have you leavin' in an ambulance stretcher
Xzibit heard a thousand strikes
I give a fuck about five mics, and kerosine lights
All i need is my royalty checks my ice cold becks
So bitch you dig ruff sex with funkmaster flex
Bringin' it live from my tape deck from n.y.c.
To the we.s.t. switch the x to the z
You are now tuned in to the golden state
To all my niggaz on the streets and behind closed gates
Continue to maintain daily and carry the wieght
And all my folks on the outside continue to rise

"i ain't havin that, i ain't havin that
I ain't havin that, i ain't havin that" [redman]

[xzibit]
>from now till forever it's the likwit mc
X to the z, you get banned from tv
Fuckin wit me, likwit niggas l-a-c
Captivate, visually stimulate the whole country (what you see?)
In god we trust, but don't trust us
I'm ready to bust some lead in disgust
My homie tony touch said "relax, roll a dutch"
I'm on the grind like a clutch, bust ya, they never had this much
That'll take it to the streets, play the game never forfeit
This same time next year, we goin corporate
You can't force what don't fit
Your style is like a pistol wit no kick, you're weak and you don't hit
Bitches catch nuttin but dick, fuck the bs
Beat it to death, call triple seis, triz from ts
Yeah, hennesey for everbody in my empire
Enemies get kennedy-ed in my line of fire

[tash]
Tash swings like mark mcgwire, x swings like sammy sosa
These guns up in my hoslter got me on the wanted poster
Runnin from the law, tryin to stay low-key
Old e and d&d lace the 50 mc
Then it's back to lax, rough beats and concepts
They know they can't smoke me so they send me bomb threats
I'm rough like sex wit my ex
Tash beat the pussy up for old times sake, and then he just
Dash to cassettes, i hold the vinyl title
Xzibit holds it down wit the rifle
I'm runnin wit the trifle, la tell these thugs
That new york city don't need no bloods (why?)
Cuz next comes the crips, that's when the city flips
Niggas dyin over colors when it's all about the chips
So read it off the lips of the alki bum-rusher
I'll fuck you up so bad tony wouldn't wanna touch ya

Yeah! ladies and gentleman
Broadcastin live to you and yours
It's mr. x to the z, xzibit
Yeah, bouncin, c'mon

The first day of the rest of my life
X stand behind the mic like walker cronkite
Y'all keep the spotlight, i'm keepin my rhymes tight
Lose sight of what you believe and call it a night
This ain't the light-weight, cake mix shit that you're used to
Teflon territory you just can't shoot through
You gon shoot who? (who?) not even on your best day
Rollin the wild west way, givin it up
Leavin the whole world stuck not givin a fuck
Laid in the cut, now we break through in the rut
Hennesey and orange juice baby fill up a cup
Quick to grab mary jane by the butt and squeeze
Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities
Overcrowd the house like lockdown facilities
Bitches be, quick to give me brains while the pistol range
Goin up and down my dick like the stock exchange

1 - (x) rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound
(x) won't even say your own name when i come around
(x) stay on top but remain from the underground
(x) to the z and we all in the family

Repeat 1

Ever since xzibit could spit, been on some pimp shit
Approach every woman like a - potential mistress
Shine bright, make sure that x stay tight
Cause tonight i might meet my next ex-wife
Mr. big chief reefer, xzibit use his dick like a visa
I run it through and money come out
Runnin your mouth, i'll have somebody run in your house
Ravel your spouse and have a little fun on the couch
Now you know that it was bound to happen
I came to give you what you lackin
Whenever you hear them other niggaz rappin
Rockin chains, stadiums, paladiums, cracked craniums
My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium
Drop-top tinted on twenties
U ... Read more »

[ras kass]

(yea, yea yeah)
What, you don't want it, niggas liver than teen summit
The wild pitch, america's most drunk and blunted
Stick to fishes, black widows kick this vicious
Hot shit bitch, wild pitch

[jah skillz]

I'm the, funkalistic, rapper choke an instant
Got mixed wit, malibu rums and mistic
I'm a whole lot on it, yea just a smidget
Just cuz i live by the beach like ?gidget?
You must think i'm small time like that biz midget
Add three piece smart mouth like bitches
And you got me, jah killa jet ski ills
Take me to the edge like poppin pills
Straight up, no chase, hold up unless i'm bein followed
Never swallow anything unless it's from a bottle
And that's the whole truth, and nothin but the truth so help me god
By the powers invested upon my 5 footaz squad
You ain't ready, oh cuz you dress like psychadelli
You the gmc like chevy, i put a levy on yo cash flow
Just a little something to let yo ass know
Who to give 2 kind to when you pass go

Chorus [xzibit]

You dealin wit alumni criteria
The one's that throwin wild pitches in ya area
Strikin you out, sending you back to the dugout
We goin up to your microphones pullin the plug out
Superior, alumni criteria, we the mcs that you make you feel inferior
Throwin wild pitches, fuckin your riches and your bitches
Rasassination, jah skillz, and xzibit

[ras kass]

I ejaculate on blind justice wit the jury's se quested
And escape, run in a nigga's face like hannibal lector
The aqua-mati, my pen is penitentiary
Potenially plain paid for protocall pacific pro perfect cap pealer
Performing skull circumsitions, when i position the prism
Permiscuis wit other people's pussy ?pawn? wit the playa like big pun
Poisonous poet, i master &qu ... Read more »

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

Chorus: phish (repeat 2x)

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

[xzibit]
Yo i stay wit it
While you try to perpetrate, play wit it
Never knew about the next level until dre did it (yeah)
I stay committed while you motherfuckers baby-sitted
I smash you critics like a overhand right from riddick
(yeah!) come and get it, shitted on villians by the millions
I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings
So what the fuck am ... Read more »

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 ... Read more »

Yeah, keep that
Huh.. what a mess
Yeah.. I see you (PRIMO!!)
Yeah.. I was blessed with some clarity right?
Uh-huh, hah.. I'ma sit back
Tell you niggaz what I been lookin at, huh

[Xzibit]
Y'all niggaz is killin me
You got Bloods and Crips in New York City, is anybody feelin me?
I ain't concerned with who gon' shoot who
I'm only concerned with music, and who break through
FUCK YOU, for thinkin platinum is the ultimate goal
These faggot niggaz gettin they money, but losin they soul
I don't wanna hear shit from you niggaz with no background
No backbones, you get no chance to back down
Deal how we deal witcha, peons, no chips
Changin whips out so they can look richer
I see the big picture, startin in the kitchen
with bricks and Pyrex pots, the widescreen edition
Listen, I seen niggaz hit with so much time loc
They have to die and come back three times to see them white folks
Take notes, cause you will be tested
Vested up, drunk as fuck, large caliber weapons
I feel you.. rap niggaz, fuckin it up
Monkey-mouthed muh'fuckers, spoilin the cut
For real niggaz in the street, really hustlin weight
See they networks and blueprints on hip-hop tapes
Johnny Law catchin on, soakin up the game
How you think they find the stash spots and follow the slang? STUPID
Grown men playin cops and robbers
Death for dollars, I'm too laid back to holla

[Chorus 2X: (scratched by DJ Premier)]
[X] What a mess..
"And Ruff up, the motherfuckin House" - GZA
"Hope y'all niggaz hearin this right"
"We.. we gon'.. we gon' gon' win"

[Xzibit]
Look at what we leavin behind
We back at square one, ridin, with nuttin to ride fo'
Dyin for nuttin worth dyin fo'
The blind lead the blind ... Read more »

[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
S ... Read more »

[ll cool j](snoop)
(yeah, big snoop dogg, x to the z)
Yeah
(uncle l, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers)
Yeah, yeah

Pour your dom on the floor, try to flow with me
Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me (whooo)
Your momma wanna chase, i'm just statin' the fact
L.a. think about your broad all i want is the stacks
Cats flashin' in my face is who i'm laughin' at *hahahaha*
So you made a little dough, but wutchu doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha girl ain't feelin me
Why she grillin' me, black?
Admit i'm the man or else i'll twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to miami and back
When i tear through new school, all y'all records is whack
I'm from q, for quiet killers
And u know i deliver
The double n, enough ammo for every nigga
S, that spell queens stupid ass, run it back
That hbo shit, i must address that
Once and for all, what's my opinion on jamie foxx?
He pussy. pussy ain't funny as chris rock, ha

[chorus: ll cool j](snoop){xzibit}[both]
You can't fuck wit me
{can't fuck with me}
I don't care about your imagery
(fuck, nigga)
Give a fuck who you claim to be
(fucker, c'mon)
You still can't fuck wit me
[you can't fuck with me]
You can't fuck wit me
[you can't fuck with me]
I don't care about your imagery
(fucker){mother fucker}
Give a fuck who you claim to be
{yeah}(nigga what)
You still can't fuck wit me

[jayo felony]
No go
Who you thought it was? don't be fuckin' wit my uncle, 'cuz
One does up dick the pen in my streets go one way
I kill 'em in living color, on any given sunday
They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style
And if it enough to mak ... Read more »

"not havin it"
"my lightning my thunder"
It does not end
"not havin it" "my lightning my thunder"
"not hav--"

Xzibit (lightning) defari (come on) "not havin it"
"my lightning my thunder" "not havin it" "my lightning my thunder"

[defari]
Look what the wind blew in, a wild west storm
In the form of thunder and lightning
Xzibit be the thunder, defari be the lightning
Crack a shark's teeth when he be bitin
These fakers can't stand it to sell they bandit
Wit silver-tipped lyrics i shoot across the holy planet
Your favorite's janet, i'm bangin hits that's hard like granite
Surprising these critics cuz that's the way i planned it
Your brain i scanned it, and analyzed your weakness
You're not creative, niggas like you we call leeches (say what)
(that brother teaches, yep) don't make no big deal of it
I just knows i don't half-step
The after high noon moonshine saloon
That's where you find a table reserved for x and herut
>from alaska to the mellanys
Don't give a fuck where you look, they feelin likwit emcees

Chorus [tash]
"not havin it"
Xzibit's da thunder, defari's da lightning (4x)

[xzibit]
Y'all niggas speakin out of anger and ignorance
But xzibit got the diligence
Defari sparkin joints in the ligiments
Kill-afornia b-boys who search and destroy missions
Bring the heat to raise the temperature in hell's kitchen
Don't get too relaxed and find yourself missin, listen
Shot caller from a whole new position, relieve the tension
Break bread wit my brothers
All the bitches we fuck be hangin out wit one another
And associate my good times wit hennesy straight
Can you relate, or is ... Read more »

Xzibit intro:
Yes yes. ahh ahh. bring it live
Yo it's the x to the z from the likwit squad

Hook:
"one mc" "after" (x3)
"on the mic"- souls of mischief

[xzibit]
All that get money take money sound funny
So i stick to my own i can feel it in my bones
These clones and clowns ain't really down
Play the background westbound
Huntin' down pussy like a bloodhound
Plus i feel that no style is darker than mine
You can stick that into places where the sun don't shine
All you one hit wonders only in it for the spotlight
Spend half a million dollars still don't sound tight
Bring truth to the light
I write rhymes for the under
Blunt smokin' bottle crackin' all day slumber
Who wouldn't give a fuck if the world fell down
As long as i can twist a fat one and pass it around
Mr. x to the z from the likwit crew
La to elviaire with my man eq
Coming live and direct with your neck like this
Come home and smoke a spliff in the benz with swift
I stay fucked up

Hook

[del]
Lyrically ingenious my flows are intravenous
Kids are squeamish
When they attempt to refless
I'm the apex
Shows get rocked half the words ?
Hold your glock your whole goal is props
You'll never get 'em
My rhythm just fluctuates
You can't o.d. no matter how much you take
I rush your plates
Crack your lenses clean like benzene
Cool like menthol
My shits the end all
Majorly gain your speed slow your role
You lie and like pinochio your nose will grow
Let's go
Underground compress co
Bust these jewels these diamonds out
But still some of these niggas don't know what we rhymin' bout
Mine in doubt
Traversing' the earth like zombies
And roc ... Read more »

(xzibit): yea. that's what i'm talking about
(ras k.): yea
(xzibit): the homie john john up in this motherfucker
(ras k.): yea
(xzibit): mr. x to the z with a public service announcement
For all you faggot ass rappers
(ras k.): what's that?
(xzibit): they think just because a nigga's rapping
With a label behind him, it's all great
(ras k.): yep
(xzibit): it's modern day pimps and hoes going on

Ask epmd, rap is still out of control
Cause hip-hop plus glocks = scott la rock, tupac and biggie smalls
I figure y'all niggaz brawl for lack of protocol
Now i'm gonna take matters into my own hands, like masturbation
Another 39 suicidal rap is at heavens gate waiting to battle with satan
Rassassination: taking heads like decapitation (ching!)
Trapped in infatuation (really)? back up off me
Kiss my ass. then wake up n' smell the coffee
See, when you're broke and unknown, your baby's mama clown you
Your family down's you. don't want your own kid around you
You ain't shit. don't do shit
Ain't gone never be shit. so its quits
Two video's later, she's on your dick (bitch)
When your albums selling, she "don't worry, be happy."
Bragging to her friends: "that's just my babies daddy!"
And sadly, niggaz start acting like they shit don't stink
But wait: you getting cut like the wedding cake
The music business is straight mafioso:
Jewish, italiano, and black
My bmi/ascap platinum placque rap track
Bootleg my shit to japan. at swap meets, sell my same shit back
Long sharks break legs. we break beats state to state
And record deals? that shit belong with a fucked up interest rate

(chorus 2x):
(parish smith sample): music please, music please
(color me bad sample): &quo ... Read more »

[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 ... Read more »

[king tech]
One two, one two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the wooorrrlld famous wake up show

[rza]
Bobby steels, staple' tails, mc's get your lips stapled
Project killa hill is stamped on the map like the compass
Sacred sword play tongue twist piercin holes in you
You can't escape seventy-thousand kilowatts blast through yo' box
Walk wit alarm clocks, cars drivin slow down the block
One stopped, parks, pops his trunk
Snare pops loud as glock shots
Bass like an m-80 in ya face, cops stop, give us citation
We pause for radio station identification
Wake up wake up wake up! (tech is on)

[tech n9ne]
When i woke up, i grabbed the mic and never choked up
Busted a verse and all the g's in cali loc'ed up when i was summoned
Styles were mixed like the drummonds
Killer clown is comin lookin around your town is crumblin
This big tech from the midwest, leavin mc's litless
On the wake up show, make up no, stories about my shake-up flow
Put me off in a cypher? potna, you can't *fuck* wit the snyper
Your flow's premature, clean your dirty diaper
Mic heister, psycho alpha-schizo
Hypno, chryo gat flow, guru and ain't nobody tighter
Sway & tech heard me flow and it's sealed
Now i got swedish women yellin "tech n9ne svelte!"

[eminem]
This place is my house, i might as well erase my face wit white out
Cuz y'all can't see me like mase's eyebrows (where you at?)
Climbed out of a nice house
Through the front window and heard this guy shout
"hey that's my couch! (bitch!)"
Pull a nine out during a rhyme bout
While i'm rippin this shit, put a clip in it spit five rounds
And murder you hoes worse than a convertible flippin verticle
Nose-f ... Read more »

[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, ... Read more »

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

(wait a minute, um)

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

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

Kurupt:
Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when i create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the same time
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of bashing mcs, like ten of me
As you can see i continue mashin' mcs
Caboom, the ... Read more »

(xzibit talking)
Come here tre, what's up son, come on
To whom it may concern, yeah, listen
Sorry i'm away so much, yeah, yeah
All the sons, daughters, penitentiary niggas, yeah feel me
Uh, sorry i'm away so much, yeah

(xzibit)
My son was born about four and a half years ago
Loved and protected him, amazin how fast they grow
I came to know about his likes and his dislikes (yeah)
Video games, taught him how to ride his first bike (that's it)
This is the life my little nigga, i see you gettin all upset
When i leave the house, poutin, let me tell you about
Tryna make it in this world and provide for you
Cause on them overseat plane rides i miss you too
Never knew that i would have to be away so much
Five thousand dollar phone bills keepin in touch
We starskey and hutch, yeah, we partners for life, yeah
I rock mics, so i'm sorry when i hug you if i squeeze too tight
Long nights in the studio take me away
Gettin mad 'cause i'm tired and you want me to play
Money can't replace time, i'm just tryna get you outta the fine relyin
And expand your mind my lil' ni', yeah
Yeah, c'mon

(chorus-x)
Look, sorry i'm away so much
Understand me, yeah
It's for you, hah, yeah (you, and you, and you)
C'mon, look, sorry i'm away so much
Huh, we keep it gangsta
Look

(xzibit)
I got a brother locked down, he be out in a couple
Knuckle for knuckle, a veteran and nothin but muscle
Now broadcastin live from behind the wall
Stayin tight through long kites and telephone calls
Gettin hype when you see your brother on t.v.
Can't wait for your release so you can roll with me
Arrange everything exactly how it's supposed to be
For right now here's a thousand, j, stay lo-key
You say da ... Read more »

[mc ren]
Yeah nigga, mc ren up in this motherfucker
(west west y'all)
Yeah, l.a. niggaz
L.a. niggaz rule the world nigga
Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggaz don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way back around here
My nigga dre, droppin heat box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? you gotta recognize
L.a. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin world, nigga
Recognize this

[time bomb]
Now in my younger days i used to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd from the feet up
Blued up from the sewer's how i grew up
Loc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up)
At leimert park, taggin, hittin fools up
Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no future
But time bomb much smoother when i manuever, dope like cuba
Got em jumpin {*king t starts speakin, indecipherable*}

[king t]
I'm comin "straight outta compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it bruce banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks, i pop lock witcha
Picture this, dr. dre twistin wit tha liks
And hittman bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a time bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick tick {*boom*}
Wait a minute it's on, i tell it like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold seperate, check it
From sundown to sunup -- clown done run up
The aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what?

Chorus: knoc-turn'al, kokane

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival each day -- in l.a.!
It d ... Read more »

Verse 1.

Its a long day friday
Its like movin on this way
Got xzibit up tight, right
Partner cam through wit two white boys
(duuude)
Talkin noise bout a hot spot
Where bitches come alone
And niggas dont cop block
Let the top drop
And we out
Hit the liquor store
Give me o.e. and three blunts
No make it four
Anything else
(vitamin c pills and orange juice)
What are you drinking gin
(no dude its the shroomz)
The shroomz? (what?)
Yeah thats some other shit
One of the reasons why george clinton sees the mother ship
How high it make you get
Fucked up?
Throw it up, guts
Or do it have you stuck wit soft dick and cant fuck
Hold up

Verse 2.

Now chew 'em up and slam the orange juice
Vitamin c chase
Kill the taste
You can tell its nasty by the look on my face
Dont get it twisted like a nigga coked up
And druggied down
See cannibus and mushrooms be comin from the ground
All natural
Post it at the club
Looking funny style
Tight slack
Pimp feather hat
Where the bitches at
Here
We giving orders at the bar holding money
When all of a sudden
All the people started looking funny
And started lookin runny
And likwitfy
Right before my very eye
This is a different kind of high

(ohh shit, you see this shit
This motherfuckers melting and shit)

Verse 3.

Niggas and bitches walkin by that i recognize
Feeling hypnotized
Pupils dialated changing size
Thats when i heard the battle cries from across the room
Set thes crooked niggas straight
Nickel proof
Activate
For mom
I brought wild niggas smashing you
Came crashing through
Elbows and right hooks for you
We got thrown out by this time
My shit is blown out< ... Read more »

[defari]
Take a chance, come dance with a cowboy
Playin stopped playin long time ago with childish toys
It's only men in here; deuce deuce inch pirelli
And goodyear niggaz, sip malt liquor beer
They gave me sixth man of the year, came off the bench for tha liks
Shot the lights out at the championship
Big chips, big trips, new fits, my money clip's
Full of green cheese, my other pocket got green weed
Rap niggaz, we different individuals
Elevate the level of the music and the visuals
It's do or die, i need a +priest+, call +superfly+
Whatever we discuss when we meet's between you and i
I'm truly high, red-eyed for the red-eye flight
Five hours, eight drinks, i rode all night, shit
Everyday, every night's a saloon
Crime blitty, good bottle, million dollar tunes

[chorus: kokane]
Love when when you're out there on the ave
When you're down 24/7, niggaz don't know the half
My romeo's step down on the pedal
My back keeps on scrapin the metal
I be coastin and be coastin, hittin three wheel motion
With my rimz and tirez

[xzibit]
I ain't never seen kevlar flesh (hell naw)
Y'all bitch niggaz is flirtin and fuckin with death
I was taught to stick with the right and work with the left
Never love nothin, never turn snitch and confess
Got catch me in the heat of the act, and run the risk
Of catchin three to the back, and try walkin with that (yeah!)
I ain't goin to the pen for shit, except to snatch up
My loved ones to get loose and hop the fence
It ain't hard to look hard, snatch up a catalogue
Mad dog to niggaz that walk up your boulevard (yeah!)
But one day, you gon' feel it (what?)
I'm a firm believer in the theory if it bleeds, i can kill it
A hit man for hire (yeah!) caught up in the cros ... Read more »

Yeah, ha
Ladies and gentlemen (Ha, Yeah)
You got money and then bitches
Power..

Ya had it, ya lost it
Ya leased it, ya flossed it
Business fell through now ya comin up off it
He bought it, he rolled it
He passed it, you smoked it
Now ya fucked up off some weed mixed wit coke shit
Ya love her, ya hate her
Ya fucked her, ya raped her
Twenty-five to life cuz ya can't control ya anger
Its heavy, its deep
Its solid, its weak
Things people say about ya records in the streets (Check it)
Be careful what ya wish for
Ya fuck around and get it
I did it got in it
Spit it and didnt waste a minute
So where my niggas at?
What part of the game is that?
I paid my dues now nobody tryin to pay me back
And if they did i would probably have as much as shaq
My life is the movie so listen to the soundtrack
This what its all about
You better stall me out
And feel the aim of the name you niggas callin out

[Chorus]
If you feelin how im feelin
And you ready and willin
to come to the table
I put it together who doin it better
Come bounce with me (Come on)
You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!)
Take em out!
If you movin how im movin
And you chosen and proven
So lose the illusion
The top guns cue the confusion
Come bounce with me (Come on!)
You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!)
Take em out!

I'm tired, I'm hungry
You're lazy, disgusting
You're lay around my house and ya never do nothing
I seen it, believed it
Planned it, conceived it
Missed me with the bullshit bitch I dont need it
I cheated, you cheated
We cheated, so beat it
Eat it like a dick bitch you too conceited
I broke it, replaced it
I slammed it, I chased it
Hands in the ... Read more »

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

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

[defari]
Don't sleep on, i leave your knee torn, like sehorn
Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to last a century
Like centuries, one double-zero translate to victories
You kiddin me me? come wack that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remembe ... Read more »

[Xzibit]
Been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones
One more day and I'm a free man walkin
Leavin from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the state
And ever since they took the weights
Wasn't much for a nigga to do but start thinkin
Wishin I was back home drinkin every weekend
Remember like it's yesterday, eight-teen and ?
I can't remember the letters I just wrote a lot of them
Goin for a ride that I cannot stop
Set up shop in Cochran, connect the dots
And for those that don't know, thats the Pen-East to Fresno
Northeast to Baskersfield, fuck "Let's Make a Deal"
Livin around niggaz who kill, right along with the niggaz who will
At the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that
Niggaz givin up the manhood they can't get back
It's a sick university, murder the cirriculum
Concrete campuses, I miss Los Angeles
More than that I'm missin my kids
Missin my turf, missin my bitch, what could be worse?
Shouldn't have asked that, called the bitch collect (It's Xzibit)
Some nigga picked up, wanted to break her neck
When kites slide up under your door, you slide them back
Cause when you pick em up and read em that's where you're at
And if you ain't rollin with that then watch your back
Level four right away, gettin hit the same day
Playin the price for the games you play
Never realize how precious time is til you give it away
Can't remember what a t-bone taste like
I stayed awake nights listening to the sounds of prison life
Motherfuckers cryin, shanks gettin sharpened
Tacs gettin taced up, plottin and talkin
Sellin everything from weed to blow
When it's time for you to go you're the last to know
niggaz holdin weight, essays got the power
Locked down, on ... Read more »

Hook:
There's no escape from the ones who harassin'
The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin'
Now i try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin'
But season after season they recycle assassins now

Montageone:
He's too advanced for his own good
He didn't get a second chance to see the glock pointed at his hood
Makin' his way through the rain he's caught in the game
He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain
Nothin's changed in a city flask
Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, forever
Until the job is done and no one's left
My man jeff told me with his very last breath
To watch moms
But they got her with the car bomb
Pop tried to save her second blast got his arm
Niggas play for keeps like casino
Baby's has got fathers just got back from doin' chino
With nothin' to lose loose screws in the attic
The only skill a nigga knows is how to strip an automatic
And stash the barrel stab a nigga something terrible
Death resume 20 kill in incredible time
No guilt and shame
On the mind stuck a nigga for lookin' didn't know he was blind
So i find
Mankind is a serious threat
To another others kind when there's something to get
In a vet gonna fast jet to the spot to see what they got
Nobody saw shit cause it's not
Cool to brake the rule of the code of the streets
Niggas frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheets
And it's deep how blood drys as a mother crys
Open eyes gettin' landed on by flys
There's no disgues for the ones who harassin'
The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' now

Hook

Xzibit:
I came from a family of one girl and three boys
Fuck playin' with toys our fun was on the b ... Read more »

[method man]

It's the meth in the house! ha, yeah, break it down.

[xzibit]

When it's all said in done, we gon' be on top
Cause we don't stop, now, lock it down, hit the spot
And clown; niggas relyin on special effects
While the khakis and chronic, got the bitches still breakin they neck
Move the crowd without breakin a sweat
Trend setter, with a beretta, so keep it on deck
Cause you never know when xzibit gonna move through the set
Don't be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept
At a night club, talkin bout you don't go out
And you tryin to got to school and make a certain amount
But the last part, i just couldn't figure it out
I guess its real hard to talk with a dick in your mouth
Lightweight, like confetti, steadily tested by motherfuckers who ain't ready
To deal with the legendary
Soopafly, emcee, and bullett logo
Shot callers, clear the whole block like we po-po

Chorus: method man

Round and round we go, it don't stop
Till we all get dough, c'mon, make it hot
Baby girl to the pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop, pop!
Lookin good with your stink-ass
Type of ass make a nigga pull it over fast
Make it hot, baby girl to pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop!

[jayo felony]

Well, you gotta pop the pussy, get rid of the next with a name on your gums
It's the ?bidulo gang? bitch, we both want some
You got titties and ass
But i got a dick and some cash
You ain't talkin bout shit
Then i'ma smash, bitch
On three, on me, bitch, you my property
Daddy jayo felony, ain't nobody stoppin me
And i said daddy, bitch thats what you gon' call me
I ain't no simp or a wimp
I'ma motherfuckin pimp
Tear spots in my hoes, make ... Read more »

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

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

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

King tee:
Now let me introduce whose first
The nigga that's been down
With the set since birth
Whatever it was worth
I checked in on the norm
Since a juvenile callin'
Shots in the dorm
Moms said you better get right
Or shake the spot
I chose to break and be a rollin' stone
Like pop
Stashin' the rocks by the gats
With the gs
So i can talk crazy when the narks yell freeze!
I don't fight the feelin'
Gotta hustle with a passion
Comin' cross state to put you down
With some action
In actuallity i keeps it real in the streets
Remininsin' younger days
Over gangsa ass beats
And i,
Hit the weed
Til myeye balls bleed
While my life is corrupted
By lust and greed
Serve you anything from cocaine
Up to speed
I came with the drank
So here's five on the weed

Xzibit:
See kids don't belong
Up in grown folks buisness
The likwit niggas rollin' through with a thickness
Sickness bear witness
Like tequlla without a chaser
It burns going down
Niggas guarenteed to drown
Legendary sound
From the west coast underground
The mighty king tee
And mr. x to the z, see
Never underestimate the power
Of the x man
Dismantle your plans
Or just catch you with a back hand
Xzbit bring it to you live
With the know how
Cool in a gang
And ain't about to change
My lifestyle
Catchin' bodies in this uphill battle
But xzibit unravel
Have smoke will travel
I bust teflon rhymes
Into the crowd, bitch
You anin't steve rif
So stop trying to get loud
You need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision
Xzibit still winnin'
Unanimous decisions

King tee:
It's going down
Once a ... Read more »

Intro:
Arabian voice:doctor, doctor, i need help doctor
Nurse:sit down and wait your turn
Xzibit: sit your ass down

Saafir:
You have, scars in your mask like seal
That ain't for real
We'll have to fix that, yo nigga sit back

Xzibit:
Your flow remind me of a nigga that i just don't feel
Same style and delivery
Might as well have his grill
Pass the scaple, the alcohol, plants
25 hundered get you style enhanced
It's like...

Saafir:
This, mask right will lift your grill
It'll put height in your mack
Don't take to much off
If you want a nose like michael jackson

Xzibit:
If you want it done right, nigga come see this
Maybe even send your bitch
We can fix them tits
From a c cup to a double d cup
Make them big shits, doctor lick em, yeah

Saafir:
I like to, axe em, jack em for their financial
Need a facial i'll change the skin tone in the inner racial
After i'm done, you might have a little pouch tone
Nothin' my scaple can't fix
What kind of face you want

Singing voice:
I want the kind that make me look like i can rhyme

Saafir:
It'll cost you

Singing voice:
But i can find the skrilla, if i can have that nigga face named saafir!

Saafir:
That's inposterous, plus i never cloned a microphone
What type of shit you on, i hope you got insurance
Before i sit you on my gurney
And lead you to an anestetic breather
If ya not broke, i'll save your face like dope and make it right
Casue being fake ain't tight
You need plastic surgury

Hook:
I hear the same ole rhymes, the same ole style
(it seems you need plastic surgury)x5

Xzibit:
I'm located, at, the bottom of the black list
I like to malpractice, compl ... Read more »

intro

1996, the disfunctional member of the alkohaliks family
It's xzibit, bring it live, one time, like this

Verse one

Sometimes i wonder if it's all worth my while
Xzibit stay versitile
With million dollar lifestyle
And i can feel it as a child growin' up
The niggaz that were real and the niggaz that were scared as fuck
That's why xzibit only roll with a chosen few
You ain't really real, i can tell when i look at you
So ease off the trigga talk, you ain't killin shit
It's not affecting me or the niggaz that i'm chillin with
I don't believe the hype or buy a woof ticket
Nigga you make a gang of noise and never seem like a cricket
I guess that's why we never kick it
A lot of niggaz are soft and get tossed tryin to fuck with the liquid
How many niggaz do you know like this?
Always claimin that they're riding but they really turn bitch
It don't make sense
Either you're a soldier from the start
Or an actor with a record deal tryin to play the part
Like dat

Chorus:

It's a shame
Niggaz in the rap game
Only for the money and the fame
Extra large (extra large)
It's a shame
Niggaz in the rap game
Only for the money and the fame
Paparazzi (2x)

Verse two

See i don't need no lights no cameras
Just action god dammit
Never no superstar
I'm more like a planet
So my composure is kept while others start to sweat
A merchant from the fog with my fucked up dialogue
Try to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt
And niggaz you spent it on, would not give a fuck
Now that's deep, how deep, it's deeper than atlantis
Home of the scandalous
Big bad los angeles
Dangerous, vandelous
Yo, not to be trusted
So how the fuck is you ha ... Read more »

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 doo ... Read more »

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

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

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

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

Chorus: all together

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

[xzibit]
Yeah, yeah, look
I'm samson without delilah, the soul survivor
The drunk driver that rolls straight, t ... Read more »

[Eminem]
This ain't beef man
I don't know what the fuck to call it
But no beef
Whattup X?

I float like big spirit in this bitch I'm ghostly
Rush me, cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'd have my motherfuckin ass kicked by Moby
if I let some bitch in the Can like 'Bis cop over me
to do war, and try to bring my crew back down
I'll never stoop, to that level, to do that now
I got a new cat, this time I'm pullin two gats out
With bullets, I finally got somethin to shoot at now

[Xzibit]
Let's see who got they city on lock
Let's see who got the better aim with the glock
Let's see who come out on top
Let's see who REALLY want they name in the streets
Let's see who wanna die the same time as me
and make ends meet
Now was I, blessed with a gift, or cursed with a curse?
I follow, hearse after hearse, with verse after verse
And I'll be damned if I let Billy dance Dupri
Or anybody swing an axe at my family tree, so now

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
I love it when you niggaz be talkin, sayin my name
Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain
Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it ain't the same
Better have a strap my nigga, simple and plain
Put your nuts on the table, my nigga let's play the game
Heard you so long, you be up to get the pain
I don't wanna hear what you meant, do not explain
Right before you lay in your coffin, hoe say my name

[Xzibit]
Why do you hate me? (Hate me) I came from nothin
Blood sweat and tears, you did not create me
How can you doubt me? (Doubt me) You don't know shit about me
There'd be no West coast without me
Cut with the bullshit (Bullshit) I struggle for survival
And now you tryin to act like my rival?
Watch what you say partn ... Read more »

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 ... Read more »

[Chorus]
You Know It Could Happen
It Don't Happen Till It Happen
When It Happen
You Gonna Wish It Never Did (Hey!)
MOTHAFUCKA!

[Xzibit]
Hey Baby, Sexy Lady (Hey!)
You Make Them Pants Look Crazy (Woo!)
I Know You Schemin
Have You Leavin'
Screamin' "Fuck You, Pay Me!"
LA Got Tons Of Dameies,
Thats Quick To Have That Baby
And That Try To Squeeze You
For Every Penny That You Thought Of Makin'

These Streets Is Fuckin' Viscious
Can't Make The Wrong Decisions
They Have You Shot Up
And Shot Up, Caught Up Behind Some Bitches
Handle Your Business Homie
Cause Ain't No Homies In Business
So Many People In This Business
Be So Fuckin' Phony

I See Right Through Them Traps
These Niggaz Run Their Yaps
But When It Really Cracked
Them Pussy Niggaz Runnin Laps
I Clap Em In They Tracks
My Paper Come In Stacks
And Stacks Of Rubberbands
Thicker Than A Paperback

Just Let The Henny Flow
Go Where You Wanna Go
My Party Heavyset,
Ready Set Baby Here We Go
Its Not A Fuckin Game,
You Know my Fuckin Name
I'm Number One,
With A Motherfuckin Bullet MAN!

[Chorus]
You Know It Could Happen
It Don't Happen Till It Happen
When It Happen
You Gonna Wish It Never Did
MOTHAFUCKA!

[Xzibit]
My Soldiers Go With Missiles
Gauges, Grenades, And Pistols
Picture On The Front Of The Paper
Dyin' To Press The Issue
My Soldiers Gettin' At You
Full Clip Is Spitting At You
You Duck and Stuck In Position
Just Like A Fuckin' Statue

Nigga Im Quarterbackin
We Got It Fully Crackin' And Poppin'
And Showin No Signs
Of Stopin With Options
Fuck The Industry
Derive Energy
From Hennesy ... Read more »

[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. ... Read more »

[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 gam ... Read more »

[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!"
Bi ... Read more »

[Xzibit (Snoop)]
Out of a crowd, picking em out (and what?)
Digging em out to kicking em out (and what?)
Surviving the game is what it's about (and what?)
I'm running this bitch, you running your mouth (then what?)
If I keep dropping heat this hard (what?)
The fucking devil gonna be out of a jar (and what?)
Rakim conversation with God (what?)
I'm so hard with a quad in the prison yard

Magic Johnson need to run for mayor
Lil Kim sold me some pussy, but I aint pay her
You can, hate me now or hate me later
I'm a instigator, (what?) a instigator
It's the, MVPs and SUVs
We don't, take no shit, take yo shit
Leave a, hole in ya face size on Grand Canyon
Head between ya knees, prepare for crash landing
Hand 'em out is not my style
You done, fucked up now but dont look down
We too, high up fo yo bricks to get to
See the skid marks from the shit I've been through
How that sound?, smack me around
Like the national death, nah it's not goin down
Speak ya mind but watch yo mouth
You big sis but no dollars, so that dont count (nigga!)

[Hook 1 - Xzibit (Dr Dre)]
Who wanna get involved with us?
Break down bitches, ball with us
Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us
No matter how you bust, you aint hard as us
It's not, what you say, but how you spit it
It's not, what you got, but how you get it
Come on, Golden State done finally did it
(What made y'all think y'all could fuck wit Xzibit?)

[Hook 2 - Snoop Dogg x2]
Lights, camera, action, show-time
We bust shit back in no time
Yo kind cant fuck with my kind
You must be losin' yo mind

[Xzibit]
Lift off a mark, inhale exhaust
Can never come off soft, I cover the cost
Get lost in the sauce and the city niggas believe me
... Read more »

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
... Read more »

Intro: repeat 4x

"yo man, i don't think they heard you
Won't ya tell em what your name is?" -> dr. dre
"daz, kurupt.."

[xzibit]
Aight everybody get on the ground right now
Yeah, this is not your money this is insured by the federal government
So this is not your money, don't move
Don't be a hero, and you won't get blown the fuck up right now
Yeah, aight y'all we got three minutes
Startin now let's keep it rollin

[dogg pound]
Hit the bank from the back
Double the trouble, forcin my entry
The first nigga that i saw, shot him in the jaw
Xzibit started stompin him and so did we (get down bitch)
Aww shit, about time we started dumpin on security
High society -- takin what's mine
Snatchin each purse after purse -- for every nickel and dime
Premeditated created by the scorn and the hate
But i made ma, the big time, lights and the shine
It's a full scale war -- everybody bear arms
Wear body armor, national arms
Dip away to get away -- sirens alarms screamin
Yellin out, "hell demons of war"
Hell hounds that surround the wells fargo browns
No tomorrow, hollow, harness rounds

Take a sip of your perrier
To pay, i'ma dump like a dumptruck, scramble to make my escape
Dat nigga daz, shootin so nothin else come in
I'm shootin in the opposite direction, we closed in
Shells spread nigga -- because we can do the work
First things first -- like snoop, i'ma shoot the clerk
And i did -- now it's time to split -- get nigga get
(let's go) dumpin and shoot the hostages
Soopafly outside in the ride
Bout to start shootin everything that he see outside

[xzibit]
Loose cannons, face covered with bandanas
Chrome pieces - motherfuck the police
It's everybody ... Read more »

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

"oh my god" -scratched by tt

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

Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
... Read more »

[defari]
Don't regret it, you had your chance and couldn't set it
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time, forget it
Hear me on radio, live vocally do edits
E-swift scratchin and threading, with supreme unleaded
Only the best out the likwit crew out the west
And we shine time after time writting lyri-gets
On freshly buffed and waxed marble steps
Defari got a stlye that's iller than tourrettes
Make you switch, make a bitch get undressed
Make people in the club wanna dance chest to chest
Bruised falcon, strive for perfection like malcolm
Back the name wit potential, but now they know the outcome
So now the ticket's weakened, i stay away from tricks
Defari, phil da agony, xzibit, and tha liks

"the world's" "but it's a herut-likwit crew connection"

[phil da agony]
Yo, talk a big game, play a big game
You know my motherfuckin name
Phil da agony, it's all the same same
Game tight, crescent heights, get the name right
I do seven songs in the same night
Work ethic, proper etiquette, the better shit
I want my gold plaque for this shit
Soon as the stores get it (you get it)
Focused daily, likwit activity
Phil da agony causing you total tragedy

[xzibit]
My chest is burning from the hennesy rock
Yo i live to see the enemy drop
The safety night got kennedy shot
It's political, the way i smash down is pitiful
Situation critical, barely breathin in a hospital
Dead meat, we give it like professional athletes
The elite wit a chick for everyday of the week
I'm talking monday through sunday
Models walkin up and down the runway
I take a lethal role in the gunplay
To finish wit flyin colors, tha alkaholik brothers
Connected, respect it, ain't no choice but to love us
It's n ... Read more »

Intro:
Judge: "alright, your charged with public intoxication,
Alright listen"
Convict:"there's a thousand people out who're drunk"
Judge: "okay, i understand that"

Hook: [j-ro]
We o-w in the whole zone
The likwit crew is on the microphone
Let it rain brother (3x)
Xzibit do your thing

Verse 1: [xzibit]
You get permanently put on your ass, like teddy pendergrass
Whenever you trespass on alkaholik territory (yeah, yeah)
More savage than any rapper on your roster
I regulate, extortin on ya r&b label mate
Xzibit rates the state
Cross me or cause me, fuck jiggy and flossy
I'm tryin to keep the government off me
Dodgin hard time and house arrest
Whatta you expect, findin' what ya never forget
Cause you're sellin wolf tickets that your ass can't pay
What i display, skill last found in cassius clay
In this prime time, hustle for mine
Used to nickel and dime
Doin felony crime, but now i bust mine
Instead of bustin' at enemies when the sun go down
Me and my niggas with a fat one
Smoke 'em all down to nothing
Crushin rappers, bare witness like jehovah
Swore we haven't been sober
Since 21 and over

Hook: [xzibit]
We o-w in the whole zone
Likwit crew is on the microphone
Let it rain brother (4x)

We o-w in the whole zone
Likwit crew is on the microphone
Let it rain brother (2x)
Let it rain
King tee do your thing

Verse 2: [king tee]
When the likwit hits my soul
I get conceptions to make the microphones explode
The drunk mode, sippin x-o from the straw
King tee broadcaster raw
Optical intoxication, flood your video station
Scramblin any playahation
But some of these fools got tricks in they boxes
So i blocks it, pull t ... Read more »

You better get ready for the war

It's so frustratin', so many hatin'
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin'
You better get ready for the war

A shotgun fanatic, you right back at it
You get mopped and dropped like a filthy habit
X, snatch and grab it, got you hoping I fail
Cos if I fail you be happy like a faggot in jail
I'm full retail, guaranteed to sell
In my jet black mclaren with my mademoiselle
I'm strong-arm city, you fragile and frail
You think you ready for them steady niggas? I can't tell
Sex sells so fuck you all, we came to bubble and bar
You getting shutdown soon as I touch down
Bust rounds, enemies slayed and cut down
Fully automatic spitting rounds with no sound
Break down your whole regime like an M-16
Make sure the chamber in the barrel is clean
And the spring that's connected to the firing pin
That's connected to the trigger when I squeeze it again

Look Ma, top of the world, the best of the best
King California - LAX
Out the 'hood, in the penthouse, from the projects
One man, one gun, how the West was won
Sing!

It's so frustratin', so many hatin'
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin'
You better get ready for the war
It's so frustratin', so many hatin'
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin'
You better get ready for the war

Hit like a heavyweight, breathe deep, meditate
Make the whole crowd get loud, make 'em levitate
I ride through my city like a presidential candidate
LAX, phantom double-R an' accelerate
Stack wheel, elevate, crash through the prison gate
Generation ha ... Read more »

[all]
Last call for alcohol
The club is almost closed
(that's right)
So i need your name and your number
(yo, yo)
Before the night is through

[tash]
Y'all wanna talk about drinking?
I took a drink, took a swallow
Left the champagne bottle hollow
Passed my keys to lil' talo
Can't crash the el dorado
You know how it go
When you sipping on mo'
You be tore up from the floor up
And you don't even know

[xzibit]
I had the bartender set up three shots
I knocked 'em back
Nitrate over the track
The whole crowd reacted
From right here through the ??
Baby relax you're rolling with me
It's mister a through x to the z

[sfp]
Going out with my friends
To celebrate the weekend
I hope the club is jumping
So i can find a little something
Wanna get my drink on
Wanna get my freak on
I'm gonna try to come on
Before the night is over

1 ?[all]
Last call for alcohol
The club is almost closed
So i need your name and your number
Before the night is through
Last call for alcohol
The club is almost closed
So i need your name and your number
Before the night is through

[sfp]
Checkin' for the sisters
Flossin' the prada
Dolce gabana baby can i holla?
You know i'm peepin' at'cha
Hoping i can catch ya
I wanna get at'cha
Can we dance before the night is over?
Come on, oh

Repeat 1

[sfp]
This round is on me
Champagne and hennesy
I got chips just get what'chu like
Next round is on you
Tequila shots and brew
I'm getting faded yo
Cause i didn't drive

[tash](xzibit)
It's last call y'all so all y'all
It's time to pull your mone ... Read more »

[krs-one]
You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds.. of dr. dre
You know what time it is!
Xzibit steps up to the mic
Layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground
My name is krs-one, and it's real!!

[xzibit]
Well it's me, down with d-r-e
X to the z rocks any party
Rocks the beats, and the breaks
Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place
Cause suckers shake, while i'm creatin
They get together and they start to hatin
How can we take him out one time
Cause he brought back the west with the freshest rhymes
I might go first, and he'll go second
I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot shit i like
So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice
Cause i'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off
Six is your beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth i go for self
Rockin l.a. like no one else..
You can check any rapper from the underground scene
But few have dropped hot shit and seen green
Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em
But not many niggaz have slammin albums
X to the z rocks consistantly
I'm "criminal minded" so don't fuck with me
Why? well that's my secret baby
I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me
So you can call me, a public servant
Not a king but a teacher i believe i've earned it
So i just walk, or ride my bike
And bust on the +up in smoke+ stage tonight
Give me a chance and i'll rock the house
But let a motherfucker try to take me out
Cause male or female, i will strangle
If it's a label, they have to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids
Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge
Step right up if that's what you ... Read more »

Intro
[saukrates] a ha, capital hill
{xzibit} yeah, sit back and smoke a fat one. yeah, pronto. look from los
Angeles to toronto.
[saukrates] i heard that big sox got it going on. i heard that nigga
Xzibit got it going on.
{xzibit} spittin' at 'em. yeah, like a automatic philly.

[saukrates]
Yo, revolutionary, evolutionary
Bulldozer, leave y'all with troops to bury
Clean sweep if ya smell fear in these mean streets
It's instinct, life's a bitch and she's far from cheap
I got love for my dogs hustling for defeats
Put it down for this paper, increase the real
Come wit it, run wit it, fuck wit it
Big sauk to shock your mind and your spirits
Taste these lyrics while i spit truth on tape
Whether two inch, a dat, or d-a-t-a
I impregnate wax, so get mine regardless
Of anybody's set, i'm starving the artist
Who's next to me? the x to z
Together we bomb mcs with text debris
Leaving y'all hard pressed to breath
Other words, nigga's show love and chicks spit the ecstasy
How real is that?

Chorus [saukrates] {xzibit}
I keep it moving and moving, keep it going, going like that y'all
{like that y'all}, like that
{i keep it moving and moving, keep it going, going like that y'all}
Like that y'all

[xzibit]
See i put the beated nigga, ask him if he's had enough
Tan khakis, t-shirt, wife beater tatted up
Looking for props
How you explain to nigga drinking beer to the bottom that they can't come up
Mother fucker say what?
Stack loot so much, reach out and touch you probably die from the paper cuts
I see you lazy fucks, sceming on the speed demon
Keep on dreaming, give me any type of reason
To stop your breathing, yeah it' me against the world
'cause the eyes deceiving, ... Read more »

[xzibit]
I look you in the grill
And i laugh inside
Niggas always perpetratin
Like they down to ride
But please don't try to tell me
What i can not see
What's the real definiton
Of a fake mc
[j-ro]
Muthafuckas only rappin since 93
And expect all props
[xzibit]
Them gettin dropped like hot rocks
"so stop what you doin cause i'm
About to ruin".....
Like shock-g get turned to stone
Tryin to rock me
I seperate my thought process
From stress, 24 tracks inside my brain
Tyrin to maintain
I bang shit without no gang or jherri curls
I seem like kadeem
In a whole different world
It's the girls the cars niggas lose themselves
Forgettin who they are
When they try to be that superstar
They don't understand
It's all in the game plan
Exploit the art
And watch hip-hop fall apart
But i'm a do my part, and stay true
And keep breakin down bitch niggas like you

Hook
[hurrincane gee]
I'm not the type
To play games or drop
Name i just maintain
And burn rappers out the frame
Doin my part to stay true
And keep breakin down
Bitch niggas like you

[xzibit]
But above all else
I represent it for myself
Leavin muthafuckas stretched out
Or better yet x-ed out
Xzibit, excelerate, i rush it to the extreme
Like nicotine, never get me clean
From your blood stream
We all can't bust, so do it how you must
But if you hustle, avoid gettin rushed
With hand cuffs plus
In got we trust but don't trust us, we just
Add to the ashes, then pick up the dust
Like that
[j-ro]
I make it seem
Like you havin bad dreams
Have you wakin up out your sleep
By your own screams
Xzibit has arrived goddamit
... Read more »

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

(xzibit)
So it's one fifteen in the mornin i'm comin up, a hard day, serve
We gettin drunk smokin herb and the third dike you roll
Non-stop cash flow, 20,000 dollars and the rest cuttin yayo
We had the rocks, my nigga late to pick it up
Get him on the phone, hurry up cause i ain't tryin to get stuck
So what the fuck is the hold up?
("nigga sit your ass in the chair and i'll be right there")
Reminds me i gotta shake the spot
I got bitches in the hotel room ready for me to bang cob weight (*knock*)
Yo, who is that man?
("he wanna spend a couple of hundred, (yeah), but he'll be right back")
That's when i shoulda got the heater
But i was too busy in the kitchen countin money and takin shots at tequila
Started countin out twelve when it hit me
If you was rocksteady, you woulda came when the c-note's rang
Before i could yell out to lock the front
Niggas rushed in the front door with the gauge, ready, duck
Bad enough i'm caught up in it, jacked, but worst than that
I'm caught in the kitchen without the strap
("where the muh-fuckin sack homeboy?")
Yeah, woulda killed terminators only d between us is
A stove and a refrigerator, came in and put the gauge to my chest
Took the money off the table and said ("yo, where's the rest of it nigga?")
You gotta love it, came straight to the moneyman
20,000 cash, needed stacks, wrapped in rubber bands
Snatched the whole shit and broke out
I ran to the living room and got the heat from under the couch
Smashed out into the middle of the street started blastin
Dumpin at the getaway cars but they wa ... Read more »

Oooooh...do re mi [xzibit]
Fa so la ti do yeah i'm doin' vocals
Intimate turn the music up, yeah c'mon!
{beat starts...}
Yeah! c'mon in, yeah welcome
Haa! yeah! yeah!!
Uhh, ya undastand me?
Hey yoooooouu... dj motherfuckin' quik, yeah
You know me, x to the z, yeah (arah!)
Ahh, it don't stop, huhh yeah
Some new shit, come on...
We just want you to bounce to
This shit for a minute, yeah
Ain't no rush...relax yourself...
Relieve your stress, here we go
Yes...
Bounce, come on bounce, come on boooounce...{repeat}

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

[xzibit] (verse one) {1:56}
I am the master of the ceremony
So my territory be off limits to gimmicks
And niggas with wack lyrics
And tracks that lack spirits
So pop your collar (pop your collar!)
Fuck a dollar, i'm at ya tough and hard to swallow
Hard act to follow never the role model the what not
Set up shots slipknot my way to the top, pa-da pow!
Then changed the direction of it (yeah)
From the niggas that hate it to niggas that love it
What choo want from it
A reputation a luxurious life
Maybe find you a hoe that you could transform into a house wife
You loose stripes when you recite thru your wind pipes
With action cameras and lights and your shit ain't tight
It's on on sight thug rugged the love of it (yeah)
Push it shlingd'it shove it in the vein we dope
Remain with smoke, remote with tash and ras kass
Six months of full blast bitch, gimme dat ass!...ha ha

(chorus) {2:42}
Put your pussy in my faaace...and i'll
(let me lick you laaady)
Lick you 'till i feel the taaaste...
(would you, would you)
{repeat 2x}
Feel the taste...
Feel the ta ... Read more »

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

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

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

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

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

(snoop)
He went from a bucket to a benz, from some c ... Read more »

[hightower]: baby, do me a favor, call up xzibit for me.
[xzibit]: allo?
[girl]: hello, xzibit?
[xzibit]: yeah, yeah, what's up?
[girl]: hold on one second ok?
[xzibit]: alright
[hightower]: xzibit?
[xzibit]: hey, what's up?
[hightower]: it's ron, hightower.
[xzibit]: ah, what's up dude, what's goin' down?
[hightower]: eh nigga, it ain't nothin' but a party!
[xzbibit]: yoo! shit it's goin' down?
[hightower]: hey, let me tell you something.
I got some ladies over here, you know...
[girl]: hi xzibit!
[xzibit]: what's up?
[hightower]: he he, see what i'm saying.
They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit
But listen why don't you do this
When you're done over there, why don't you come here and shit
You know what i'm saying?
That way they can tell you hello on person
[xzibit]: ah alrihgt, you want me to bring you somethin'
[hightower]: hey, bring yourself, i'm sure they can handle the rest
You know what i mean?
[xzibit]: yeah yeah, alright, i'll be over there in a minute.
[hightower]: peace!
[xzibit]: alright

[verse one]:

[xzibit]:
It's a lazy sunday night
Xzibit posted at the lab
Gettin' high as a kite
Proceed to rolll the light
It's real tight
In a paper philly blunts i don't need
It might fuck off the taste
Of this bomb ass weed
My nigga tango and breeze
Came thru we blaze a few
Together bored as fuck
Niggas down for whatever
Break left from the bomb
Phone call from ron hightower
Shower at his crib in a hour
All the women involved drop drawers
Don't say nothin'
Just a lota nuttin'
Fuckin' plus dick suckin'
Goddamn who was that?
Half black w ... Read more »

[Xzibit]
Ain't a damn thing promised to ya
Except livin your life, and dyin one day, I'm just bein honest to ya
It take a whole lot, just to get a little
Gettin caught up in the middle the answer to life's riddles
never, come that easy, but it was easy
to lead me, but it wasn't easy to see me
Get up off the block to the TV
And sell a couple million CD's, best believe me
You see these callouses on my soul?
Couldn't let hate and paralysis, take control
I pick you up when you down 'til I can't no mo'
My name sting in your mouth like canker sores
Been at war my whole life, sleepless nights
Endless fights, but still can't walk to the light
Cause my work ain't finished on earth, for what it's worth
From the cradle to the hearse, God and family first, for real

[Chorus: singer]
Somewhere in the heart of man (somewhere, within, somewhere)
There comes a time when he must understand (when he must understand)
The strong withstand, the weak will fall [repeat]
Cause tomorrow may not come at all [repeat]

[Xzibit]
Life ain't long, it's more like a snapshot
You can have the top, I live for the hop
Never take a day I'm breathin on this planet for granted
Time for change, time for growth, peace understandin
See but niggaz keep forcin my hand, disturbin my plans
Bringin out the soldier in a peaceful man
It's like tryin to build a house on sand; you never get
a solid foundation, one man can change the nation
Yo I put that on all creation; Haitian, Jamaican
African, Asian, Caucausian, Indian
Whatever your persuasion, this is the message
Time is of essence especially when you're countin your blessings
Lessons learned from the deepest of pain, it's not a game
Keep my name outta your mouth and I'm ... Read more »

[Verse 1]
I'm a menace, to society baby
the police want to relocate me
they run up with gun up, but they can't faze me
they wanted to come up, but they ain't crazy got ?
Six train Chevrolet rolln' without no top
got them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop
California to Virginia, Timmy makin it hot
takin long rides in a G4 plane
X-Man to the stage got em goin insane
Yeah nigga got the world sayin my name
I'm bout to make a little change, I'm a keep it the same
X to the Z baby, run up on ya, hittin corners
Phantom platinum grill
X be the life of the party,
don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody

[Chorus]
Can you feel the speakers jumpin
other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin
Muggin in the club like they wanna do somethin
feelin kinda rowdy, huh?
Hey Now, Hey Now
All the girls mean muggin
cuz they musta seen what a girl pulled up in
In the club like they wanna do somthin
feelin kinda rowdy, huh?
Hey Now, Hey Now

[Verse 2]
Hey girl, look where I live
40 acres and a Maybach Benz
you wanted to party, but I got biz
this ain't entertainin, I'm feedin my kids
On a 4-oh-5 in the car pool lane
Got to hit some corners, I'm ridin the cane
Wanna ride out to a island, and tan your frame
and just waste away a couple of days,
Holla back at me!
Look where I rap, make the crowd get loud like the sound of a gat
LA on my baseball hat, where they wanna ride up on you in that black on black
Move, betta, bounce like a mother
when brother got mass weapons of war with each other
X getting big, not ready to die yet, my militant mindset
got you runnin for cover

[Chorus]

[Hook]
I'm the life of the party,
I got a moon roof, we poppin up ou ... Read more »

[convict 2/sadat x]
Oh my goodness! look what they sendin through nowadays
Ah, it's a light-weight
And he got a smirk on his face like it's all of that
Yeah, well we gone see what it is

[convict 1/xzibit]
What you in for, everything under the sun
Recently, got me first degree wit a hot gun
That's my third strike, so xzibit can't go home
Fight to see daylight like sylvester stallone
Don't ask too many questions nigga, keep that on the d-low
My family might mistake you for an undercover c-o
Last one that tried didn't make it past bookin
Five times in the neck when everybody was lookin

[convict 2/sadat x]
You see the judge, but he don't budge
That's you're third felony, i believe strike three
Remanded and stranded, to the cold steel granite
Lost to the world, your moms and your girl
Keep your weight up, or your ass get ate up
Cats is stickin, straight up
Wit the shank, get more time in the tank
Ask hank, he bout to bank, killed a cop wit high rank
They gave him life and now another cat is fuckin his wife

[convict 1/xzibit]
Just because i'm locked down don't mean the hustlin stop
Her-oine and beer joints twenty dollars a pop
You a new recruit, so today i'm lettin you slide
But tomorrow you'll be confronted wit the two's in the side
If you a smart mothafucker, you'll be fallin wit mine
Behind bars, no bitches and cars, we only got time
We're i'm from, time is money and got neither to waste
Once in a while catch a cannanite in the wrong place
Beat him down, break the strongest hand, piss in his face
Strike fear, play the rear, 'fore he catchin a case
Low-class, got a dozen free visitors pass
Plus the female c-order wanna give me some ass

Chorus [sadat x] 2x
This is y ... Read more »

Ah, I don't wanna hear shit
Get off ya motherfucking ass
It's right now, right now, right here
And we bringing it to you live, COME ON!
Golden state, what... come on, what bitch
New Shit! Ha, come on, yeah Ras Kass blaze that shit up
Xzibit, break it down slam it, jelly roll

[Ras Kass]
Show me a bitch and I'm a slay her like Sarah Michelle Gell-ie
Rap star, trash tellies blow up my sprint celly
Dare me, I tongue Halle Berry's belly
Show her a monster's ball, fuck it you tell me
Platinum, heavy 22 inch perrelli's
Jelly, it gets so ugly it gets scary
Haters act like under-age hoes so what's really-
Can't fuck wit y'all, paging R.Kelly (ooooohhh)
Oh, if the shoe fits buy a matching shirt
Ya nothing take ya face and attach dirt
Catch me and my niggas wit strick-9
Strictly constrict 9 triggas disfigure ya figure
Our figgas got bigger, niggas the same
Menace to society and y'all done made me Kane
Can't extort us faggot, you bust we bust
In God we trust but we paying at dusk, biatch!

[chorus]
Don't you think this shit is for fun (NO!)
Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!)
Look at all the shit that you started (yeah)
You bring heat but we bring it harder (sing!)
La la la la la la la la (Ha!)
La la la la la la la la (Sing!)
La la la la la la la la (yes)
La la la la la la la la (come on)

[Saafir]
Yella, yizzel, shaft shizza-lean
Fuck what y'all talking about, this shit clean
That's why we filthy rich behind the scenes
Game spitters with helmets and shoulder pads on the hitters
Bullshit so far what this game sent
We here to burn it down open bar entertainment
Taking the work clipping the clientele on raw
Lactose intolerant but I still sell
Game enough to mash ... Read more »

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

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

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

Hook

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

[xzibit]

Yeah, uh, what, worldwide

Yeah, im forever, ever lastin, spread the wealth
Procrastination like masturbation, your fuckin yourself
So we gonna move on em quickly (what)
No chance to think about coming back
Chain smoke em, turn they lungs black
See i was raised to love black, but sometimes
Black folks wanna sweat you harder than the one-time
Never participate in dumb, def and blind shit
Plus i got my little man, so daily i'm reminded
The ride only gets rougher (right)
But i'll be damned if me and my niggas suffer
Smuggle this motherucker with the raw shit, i'm blessed wit
Lookin at the world, burned for the young and the desperate
Showed heart, but got cardiac arrested
More than a nigga with an image and a press kit
The wreck hits, creates desert land, desolate
The whole intent to rock the shit, keep the herb lit

Chorus: xzibit (defari)

Handle your business before your business handles you
Mister x to the z (and defari herut), one two
(remain true, regardless what we go through)
Yeah, handle your business so you can stand on your on two
*repeat*

[defari herut]

Everyday i puts in down in la, hustle in this
Assassin lyricist, serious, muscle in this
I call the bets, i know we got coordinates on more games to wreck
We blaze shows, never no half step
Tactics, b-boys, no games no antics
No false images, no bullshit semantics
We planned this, for hundred of thousands
Reignin/rainin on they brains with lyrics, from the mountains
Don't contemplate what you can't even demostrate
Defari lottery draftpick, never the second rate
Nigga who wanna hate but front like its all great
I gots no time for these emotional niggas, i gots to motivate
Moves to make, best rhyme straight
That's for the old school, th ... Read more »

I don't fuck around i'll break you down in the hours of h
All these l.a times motherfucka's keepin the pace
No need to pull strings things still get done
To have you yellin at the top of yo lungs
So xzibit never speak wit a false tounge
Slid off like a handgun
Tryin to build an empire to pass to my grandson
I never like to talk business over the phone
So either have love for the game or leave it alone
Plus action speak louder than words
And pussy move faster than birds
So i gotta keep a gameface
On the street you slip, and you might catch a hot one
Xzibit stay low and kick back like a shotgun
I keep it bangin to the end of the line
When a rapper think his saggin style is fuckin with mine, it's divine
Cuz my family is harder than bricks
Anything to keep it movin cuz it's harder to hit

Chorus:
(ras kass)
Only right i fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine
Keep it movin to the end of the line
And action speak louder than words
And pussy move faster than birds
Gotta keep a gameface
(xzibit)
Only right i fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine
Keep it movin to the end of the line
And action speak louder than words
And pussy move faster than birds
Gotta keep a gameface

Verse 2: ras kass
Men must be either tramp or the crutch
To regulate, relegate, delegate power, nigga touch something
Trust no one and die dumping
Drained ya battery you barely talking like teddy ruxpin
See that's wassup, nigga i don't give a fuck
Say some shit so nasty, it'll make little kim blush
As if, a 98 bentley didn't tempt me
To lay bullshit over this empty
But consequently my conscience wouldn't permit me
I'm one-third black man, one-third jackie chan
One-third sand, shiftin across the surface ... Read more »

[xzibit]
(yeah) i can drink a whole henessey fifth
Some call that a problem but i call it a gift
Xzibit make the whole continent shift (hell yeah)
Invadin your territory in a blaze of glory
A soldier story, livin off nothin but instinct
Bitch niggaz continue to floss and lip-sync
And i'ma just continue to flow, while rockin the boat
Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope
Don't make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat
Always approach niggaz that's known for killin your folks
Be surprised who could turn around and bust on y'all
Catch your mother or your sister comin out of the mall
Bang holes through they coats and they macy bags
No retaliation you basically runnin with fags
In these streets, you only good as your last transaction
Funny style, and these niggaz ain't laughin
Y'all got it all fucked up in zero-zero
Think life is a video for "last action heroes"
Face the price you pay for the games you play
When it's all said and done at the end of the day, you gotta

[chorus - repeat 2x]
Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up

[xzibit]
Judge and jury, don't get your case dismissed
When i get pissed and smash through the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, make your shit knock
Hypnotical hardrock that don't flop
It's the best thing crackin my nigga
Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but don't ever deliver
From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags
Earthquakes police with automatics and nerve gas
Learn fast or get left behind quick (yeah)
You testify, you get wrapped in plastic (hell yeah)
Xzibit turn your suv into a casket
... Read more »

[xzibit - repeat 3x]
Oh no, let's 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 holocau ... Read more »

(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 ... Read more »

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 concentratio ... Read more »

Verse one: xzibit

(see look look)
I grab the mic and start breakin down niggas
Wit out no problem
Broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/
Kick some rhymes if you got/but if it's wack
I draw back the cap for the peelin
Should of stuck to rock dealin
Cuz it's the blood stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin high like the ceilin
See there aint enough room for the both of us
See it's a showdown/throw down
Your best style i'll bust
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect
I'll snatch you by your neck
And do a suplex and step
So nigga you can check my credentials
Just hard rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit smash you wit a dental
And a loaded pistol
No longer lookin in the window
I'll bust a field wit indo
Killin quarts of beer
Sadie's outta here...

Verse two: mc breeze

Like a fuze/start spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin niggas the blues
I paid my dues/and now it's time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the kaboom/cuz i'm about to explode
And drop bombs like a b1/cops i seize none
And niggas step up/i soak emcseason
3 seconds to detinate/you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate/you fuckin featherweight
I aint the type to pic up the mic
And catch the stage fright
I'll pull a gauge if i aint paid right
To the promoters on tour
Short me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho pathic like manson
Aint wit the dancin
But still i get more cheers than ted danson
More dough than marino or roles than pacino
You beatin me? that's only in your dreams ho
I'm not sayin i'm unbeatable/i'm sayin i'm untouchable
... Read more »

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 b ... Read more »

Hey!

[vocoder box]
Never understood, how we did it
How we made this music groove your very soul

[erick onasis]
Yo i lamp out in the rented e-7 v-12 screamer
The new benz, seen her?
290 thou', wow
Somethin your rap budget does not allow
Why you laughin, i don't see nuttin funny
Pull back two mac-10's now it's a big mac-20
That is the basics
Quik and i we run the matrix
Hold your mouth don't say shit
Walk through any borough
That stretch from here past the tri-borough
Better respect us dog we thorough
Don't get confused
We smashin crews, it's my rules
Step incorrect and get abused
I bring the ruck to any cats bringin drama
Make 'em feel it, like tupac's "dear mama"
It can be pitch black and i'll spot ya
Boom! kick in your door like big poppa

[vocoder box]

Never
Xzibit
Dj motherfuckin quik
Erick sermon

[dj quik]
Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga xzibit
And quik get down with the e double?
You get we trouble
E, make the beat bubble
Make the bass all on you shake they break out
To the ground and dig em out of e rubble
Partyin, happy that you shook the whole crib
And if you got a pound e dub i got dibs
Cause this is how we do it here
It's ironic that you done stepped into a room
Of purple hydroponic, fat booty bitches sparklin
Tryin to take you to a star
Tryin to get you to recognize they know who you are
Can't you see the red carpet, they lay it out
And if you got a fantasy erick they play it out
We big figure rap niggas; from the gate
We been waited on and hated on since eighty-eight
Now cross my dogs or cross my path and i'ma wet ya
Way down from the compton town, and i betcha that

[vocoder box]

Yeah!!! AOWWWW, AOWWWW!

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Sometimes I'm my own worst ENEMY
With friends like y'all, the fuck needs ENEMIES?
I beat, I stab, I kill my ENEMIES
Refuse to let you waste my ENERGY

[Xzibit]
I heard they callin me a immigrant; well this motherfuckin immigrant
came to yo' city and started runnin shit
X is like the government, taxin that ass
Been harassed to the point that I'm ready to blast
And spend the rest of my life behind metal and glass
Never seen a nigga move so fast, cut you in half
Sick of all these threats, these bitches with no action
Hog-tie, watch you die and start laughin
And no longer will I sit back and let you disrespect the fact
that we elevated West coast rap
And bring shit back to the point "X" is all that they checkin for
In the clubs, the streets, the shows and the record stores
What more can you ask for, eat your heart out
Fall out with bitch niggaz constantly callin my name out
I'm really not givin a fuck, you're pressin your luck
I'm a walkin warhead ready to self-destruct, so WHAT?!

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
My name feel like a slap in the face
My name feel like a gat in yo' waist
My name is all over the place
Erasin all misconceptions
I live my whole life with aggression bitch;
and I'm not stressin
Your words ain't workin I feel so much pressure
Padlock, chain around, neck no lesser
Sick of niggaz runnin they mouth
It don't take much to get knocked out, round these parts when I start
Shit full clips get emptied, revenge WE
move like the Secret Service, I ain't nervous
I just wanna tell the truth.. the whole truth
When I'm on the stand explainin how I had to shoot
Absolute domination, extreme mutilation
No hesitation, I'm a mo ... Read more »

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
... Read more »

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

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

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

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

[talib kweli]
Yo, yo, yo
We bring it straight to yo ... Read more »

Burnin motherfuckers to the third degree
Burnin all the way to four when it's time for an encore
Hardcore, unexplanable like the trinity
Taking out the enemy with double shots of hennessey
And ain't no such thing as a survivor
Seal the blunt with saliva set it on fire
While i dominate brainstorm like mcgyver
I make fakes deteriorate like richard pryor
Now who's the liar, who's the man with the answers
Am i the xzibit or breakin down like branches
Tryin to survive in this high price of livin
That's only most niggaz is dead or in prison
And a whole new style of livin

We are at an all time low like jacques cousteau
We got the minors and the majors and i just went pro
I'm like shadrac meshack abendago
It's way too hot niggas gotta shake the spot
We put you all up in knots but yo it's all for a reason
As long as i'm sweatin and breathin it's open season
On any emcee that flash his brights in my gunsights
In the shade, paid, from the bitch-made
Took the test made the grade now we in the cut
You can't handle the static you don't wanna turn it up
Your eyes my shine, teeth may grit, and all of that shit
But you still won't step so come next
To a whole new style of livin

Burnin motherfuckers to the third degree
Burnin all the way to four when it's time for an encore
Hardcore, unexplanable like the trinity
Taking out the enemy with double shots of hennessey
And ain't no such thing as a survivor
Seal the blunt with saliva set it on fire
While i dominate brainstorm like mcgyver
I make fakes deteriorate like richard pryor
Now who's the liar, who's the man with the answers
Am i the xzibit or breakin down like branches
Tryin to survive in this high price of livin
That's only most niggaz ... Read more »

Intro: [an interview with xzibit]
[i] i want to ask you, what is more important to you guys?
All the money that you guys are talkin' about?
Or the artform? or, what is more important? the lyrics?
Or the leather sized stuff?
[x] i think, what we tryin' to do is device a way that the
Artform and the money is like on a equal level.
You know what i mean, that, that like he said, is a fine
Line where gotta pleas the crowd or pleas the artists
That are listenin' to you. and pleas the real hip-hop
Underground people that, that, that is looking for that
You know, that real shit. it's only a certain way that
That you can go up and doin' it

Verse 1: [xzibit]
Xzibit keep it on deck
Live, vinyl, cd or cassette
Whatever you select
I keep you bouncin' like a bad cheque
See i should have a trigger tattooed on my neck
To represent the heat that i repeat
Now you can take the highs out of the beat
But never take the rucked out of the rhyme
Or tribalize, look into the eyes of the emotional
Your whole style is promotional
A dead giveaway to me is just another business day
Xzibit here to stay
My life, a tribute to the a.k,
You wanna play
A situation only one man can walk away from
The same way he came
When i spit flame, it spits flames like your middlename
So why do i say fuck the fame
Because it come and go
The industry's a pet without refused to be that gigolo
I put the dope in, got fo's and tatoos
Niggas make ya money
But let the money make you

Hook: [king t] x2
We make, make money, money
Take's money to survive
The meanin' of life with statted chips is stay alive
Cause it's all about the c-notes
Gonna be fuckin' when you're rollin' this too
Don't let the money mak ... Read more »

[xzibit]
Watch me watch me, bonafide hard copy
Hip-hop nazi dispose of the liberace's
Extra extra, enjoy the lecture
From hannibal lector, now rewind selector
Bounce it bounce it, smoke by the ounces
Tan leather couches, niggaz that own houses (yeah)
Testing testing, treat you like a nigga
Locked down for child molesting, i'll fuck you up punk (yeah)
Listen listen, never ass-kissin
Too much ambition, i'm hotter than hell's kitchen (sssss)
Enter enter, the rhyme inventor
Front and center, bypass that ass like a sprinter
Get it get it, custom fitted
Dedicated to (?) one of the best that did it, huh
Terror terror, trial and error
Makin my name reign supreme and live forever

[chorus]
Keep it movin movin, keep it goin goin
Keep it movin movin, keep it goin goin
Keep it movin movin, keep it goin goin
Keep it movin movin, keep it goin goin
{*repeat chorus again while xzibit raps*}
If y'all ain't givin a fuck
Like xzibit ain't givin a fuck then just throw your hands up
Double time, two times for me
Bring it live from the l.a.c., mr. x to the z

[xzibit]
Liar liar, pants on fire
I won't stop rockin 'til i retire
Golden golden, state dominate this
Destroy the matrix, that forever in the crate shit
Light it light it, please don't fight it
You're all invited, when we kick off the next riot (welcome!)
Bust it bust it, get your crops dusted
Everybody off of the bus that ain't fuckin - now!
Spin it spin it, all up in it
For sale, one female, slightly dented (ha hah!)
Niggaz niggaz, political figures
Problem givers, fuck all those that ain't wit us (heh)
Rebel rebel, shoutin at the devil
Me and you faggot got some shit to settle, then
Kill 'em kill 'em, let slugs fill & ... Read more »

Verse 1:
Yeah so it all comes down to this (what?)
Specialist with a hit list 
Right fist bomb type M.G.M. fight night type (ding ding)
So when I hits in the stage we can Face Off 
Watch me rattle your Nicholas Cage 
Bring heat in ridiculous ways never compromise 
Look into my eyes tell me what you see (what?)
Victory ecstasy maybe Hennessy
Energy wasted, enemies gettin' laced with
That point blank to the face shit
Who you think this is 
Young black bust a nigga ass strickly business man
Self disciple Heinakin let the record spin
Paparazzi all over again, times ten
Like thee original sin
I'm tryin' to fuck it up for everybody 
The hot ? get collect calls from John Gotti
I kick back like karate 
Butter soft burn off and solid black Mazaratti like

Hook:
Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that)
No gain with no pain (it gets deeper then that)
Dyin' in the fast lane (way deeper then that)
To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at

Verse 2:
Long hair ganja smoke but don't be mistaken
I ain't Jamacian
Find another chick to jerk
A world of hurt 9 to 5 puttin' in work
Never rest put to the test get put to the death
Never the less only greater than 
Trust no man 
Soon to have the whole wide world inside of my hand
So I suggest you act right my insight like sunlight
Burn your cornea
Big bad California
To the Waldord Historia (c'mon)
N.Y.C. competition wish to some day roll like me
But all I see is capital H-E-A-T 
I'm makin' motherfuckers Run like DMC (run)
The Likwit MC is here to blaze a nigga like a fat one
Non radio bangin' shit goin' platinum 
And keep slappin' 'em with a Colt 45 ... Read more »

[x] pssh, man i need a lighter man
[e] right here
[x] yeahhh.. whassup slim?
[e] what's crackin?
[x] hit this shit
[e] ssshhit i almost hit this motherfucker today
[x] psh, is that right?
[e] what is it with motherfuckers thinkin that..
[e] {*sigh*} because we're in the spotlight or whatever that..
[e] they can do or say whatever they want to us
[e] and that we won't retaliate
[x] protect my motherfuckin self, by any
[both] means, necessary
[e] right?

[chorus 2x: eminem]
Cause you don't know me, i don't know you
So don't approach me, i won't approach you
And don't insult me, i won't insult you
Cause you don't know what i will or i won't do

[xzibit]
Make no mistake, i'm the golden state heavyweight
Bein underrated gave me time to create it
Can you relate? i renovate, straight out the gate
Carried my weight, but seem to receive nothin but hate
Millionaires snatchin crumbs off my little son plate
Kidnapped, locked in a trunk, get shot in the face
No hoes, no clothes, no one showin up for my shows
You know how it goes; i might as well kick it at home
But my baby momma hate my guts and can't stand me (yeah)
Packed up, moved out, started a new family
So all this strugglin for what, so i can blow up
Marry a slut but can't watch my seed grow up?
Fuck that, this the fuckin thanks i get
For tryin to edutain assholes and feed my bitch
Yo i feel like my whole life is upside down (upside down)
Cause you seein more support than i'm seein my child
It's like..

[eminem]
.. everyday i wake up, another drama
It's a wonder i'm alive, survivin this karma
If i can hold on to my private life for five minutes longer
I might get my wife to let go of this knife and just ... Read more »

[dj hurricane]
East, west, check this out
Check it, ye-yeah, ye-yeah
East east, west west, south south..

[chorus: dj hurricane]
I got that east coast connect, west coast connect
Dirty south connect, so show some respect
When my niggaz comin through you see we comin correct
Who are you, what you do, who you tryin to threat?

[xzibit]
I'm the wrong cat to call out; we fall out
The police gon' have some dead bodies to haul out
All out in the open for the world to see
Avire-x to the z-i, b-i-t
V.i.p., you're small time, three on three
Cause you can't ball accurately, tackle the beast
Stomp it down, slap it with heat, bitch behave
Shit, we blaze to make a nigga act his age
I'm tryin to write the phrase that pays
You kick it with gays, dykes, and all type of wackness
Preach what you practice
Here we seperate the real niggaz from the actors
A&r's, mc searchin, suck my cactus!
Blackness surround your sight and sound
As xzibit hit you and you hit the ground
My chips ain't never gon' be down, watch me smoke
And flatline the first nigga to cross this line

[chorus]

[gipp]
It's the gipp goodie, we kick the soul slang
To yo' block, or they streets, we all gon' hang
We like to shine and ride, bump corners in our bumper cars
Top down, with the candy paint job
Import export up and down the highway
Old ladies transportin straight through the skyways
In the corner in the five(?) i got purple haze
Fat knot short sess with the tree ton(?)
These streets we run, rapper refund
You ridin up but we want yo' flows old like girbauds
We hold, everything it takes to create the odes
To north to the west to the south again
If it's war that you want just pull the pin
Rules we don't ... Read more »

[x] drugs-n-alkahol baby! ahhh!
[s] uhh.. mm that's funky.. ohh!

[xzibit]
Huh, i'm mr. what-the-fuck-you-lookin-at
I'm mr. quick-to-run-and-get-the-gat
Treat you like the hoosd like a diplomat
Xzibit used to push a 'llac, now i'm range rovin'
Takin over never sober, bear witness like jehovah
Enemies fall like october
Restless standin tall like a soldier
We thick like the first motorola brick cellular phones
Cut to the bone, celebratin "dre day"
Love it or leave it alone (ha hah)
Just consider me the heir to the throne
The lifestyle of the savage and well known protectin my owns
Rolling stone bringin it home, time for transition
Don't talk too loud, you might find yourself missin
Look into my eyes, all you see is will to survive
By any means, retreatin to the phillipines
To meditate, liftin train like a heavyweight
Hit you and run with a california license plate

[chorus: xzibit + snoop]
[x] when y'all niggaz stop actin like bitches
[x] bitches stop actin like niggaz we can all clock figures
[s] hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick
[s] they all on my dick, fuck that shit!
[x] when y'all bitches stop actin like niggaz
[x] niggaz stop actin like bitches we can all get riches
[s] hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick
[s] fuck that shit! we can all get rich!

[snoop dogg]
Doggy dogg is bout to blow up
All.. these snoop dogg haters need to slow up, sho' nuff
Know what? x, the game is gettin sewn up
But i'm speedin 'em up and leavin 'em
I'm buckin 'em til they bleedin bruh
Hold up, fuck that, you tryin to get swoll up
By the mic controller, clip reloader
Frozen exposure, condos of a composer
Sick like a bowl-of, a bowl of deez nuts
Fuck him up, cross him out, then to ... Read more »

[shabaam sahdeeq]
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah...
As the world turn, cash to earn, falonious burn
We takin ova, its our turn, where the moss burnin?
Clear the path, we get more ass than saddle seats
Steal this wall like the alamo, standoff cowboy style
I draw first, y'all sweet like starburst
Bit more than you can chew, handle it, street's scandalous
Dynasty met, no need to pretend, mix liquor, top shelf nigga
With the marvelous blend
Oh you think you the chief now? you know how we get down
You claim to spit rounds but are you hittin shit clown?
Your aim is all off, i make your crew hit ground
Jump in your six nigga, its time to skirt off now
You in the wrong part of town trying to lay law down
Play hard now? my niggaz gonna shut it all down
You cheap like first down got beef like ground round
We move the crowd like a pound of the sweetest indo in town
Sahdeeq and x to the z, y'all dead in the sea
We make ya face crack, like them reebok runnin cats
Niggaz be like yo run it back, bitches be like yo that's phat!
Put it down with my fam from across the map

Chorus: shabaam sahdeeq *2x*
Rhyme for rhyme believe me we raw with it
Cash gotta get it, bag a girl when we spit it
Our team win it, drop gems for peops listenin
Put your ears to the concrete, feel the buzz on the street

[xzibit]
Yo, yo, this is dedicated to the niggaz that be hatin me
But never can face me, because they scared for their own safety
Replace me? mr. x to the z
It's b.y.o.b. cause all the pussy is free (pussy's free)
And everything else is me and my niggaz spreadin the wealth
Cross me i'll introduce you to the devil himself
See i'm the motherfuckin man layin over japan
Computer hack through your laptop
Then leave your whole soundscanned (what the fuck?!?)< ... Read more »

[Chorus: girl - repeat 4X]
Choke me, spank me, pull my hair

[Xzibit]
Cinnamon, with a taste of honey, it ain't funny
When she walk in the room, I can't help actin a fool
I know what she like, she act right
She act like she ain't gon' survive the night
without my dick all up in her ass, so quick, so fast
I see her twin towers and I'm ready to crash
Walk around naked witcha beautiful ass
Who the fuck taught ya how to move that fast?
It took time to perfect the stroke, by any note
Maybe we really don't need to drink and smoke
And just try a new position, perfect your dick kissin
Bang on your G-spot 'til your (voice is missin)

[Interlude: Xzibit - repeat 2X]
I don't want to love, you
I just want to fuck, you
You should bring your friends, through
I'll fuck you and them, too

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
I work hard when I'm breakin your back, my lil' nyphomaniac
Suck it, swallow it, down the hatch
It ain't a game when she givin me brain, she doin her thang
I'm up all night but I never complain
I don't, waste no time with makeup lines
I just, look in her eyes and read the signs
A lot of dudes wanna pull on her arm
Cause her ass and titties light up a room like a major city
Just look how she fit in them jeans, it ain't fair
She get off too quick, when I pull on her hair
I'm the only nigga that can take you there
I ain't the only one fuckin and I don't care!
She come through with a couple of friends, a couple bottles of gin
And then, that's where the party begins
And I'm the only nigga that's around for blocks
Baby get on top, and don't you stop!

[Interlude]

[Xzibit]
I know you love the way I'm diggin it out
I know it's hard to talk w ... Read more »

Verse One:

The official representative, LAC
This is phrophecy manifested by X to the Z
Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants
Never get along like red and black ants, advance
When your staring and this concrete that move like liquid
Like a nigga withouth legs, I ain't tryin to kick it
To much to finish, a menace, without enought time
My mind only give punchline, you probably thinkin of the wrong kind
Cause if it jokes, nigga know
The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose, and your throat
I promote self-defense not dollars and sense
Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over the fence
Assed out in the open, while you was hopin that Xzibit was second rate
But I refuse to make; just another record in the crate
I think not, got bee-bops
I bring it to your house like pizza

";Today we are on the streets of South Central Los Angelos, a fight for
survival";

";We have people that are conditioned not to expect to live past age thirty.
They no longer. Once they no longer care they're extremely dangerous.";

Verse Two:

Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece clean
When I release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines
Hit and decapatate the bird case, featherweight
Critical thinking, while you at water that concentrate
Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box em in
Seal off the exits, then cut off your Oxygen
Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans
I only like to come out Late Night, like Dave Letterman
Time for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick
Callin me a hater cause I don't ride dicks
Read my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips
Love the sound of clips when I know my shit
Chamber Music, this is for the ones with stone-face
That catch you at the right time in the ... Read more »

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 ... Read more »

Verse one: xzibit

If it wasn't for the west
These rap niggaz wouldn't need a vest around they chest
Keeping bustin about, where you at? and what you owe, and what you drive?
So the day some niggaz come for you i'm really not surprised
Mr. black bruce willis
Please don't kill us
I show mercy like kevorkian
Like a scorpion
I sting you from behind and put it in you
Meet me at the venue, put you on the spot to put you on the menu
Its the mc, i be the one that keeps the bitches hot
Xzibit living life, like a ball inside a ?riders slot?
Dripping everything cause you ain't even got a dime to drop
Go ahead and call the cops; you ain't did nothing
Jerry spring you out the studio, me and suge knight into the parking lot
Niggaz ain't ready for all the shit i've got
Look at yourself crushing xzibit with your tough talk
That's like christopher reeves doing a crip walk

Chorus:

Cali kings is fresh out the box
Yeah, straight up, night on the rocks
*repeat*

Verse two: likwit

Knock your songs
Is defendin minor foes
Every squeeze i let a minute
?to freeze and stay cold?
I prepare to blast hoes
Cause they say these flows is lethal
I'm peepin through my peephole
They sneekin up on me though
Rico got a pistol, nasa got a missile
Likwit got too drunk so now the party is official
I bounce until the end and still set it with bad credit
Got a wack-ass record deal but i signed before i read it
But don't regret it, everything is so pathetic
When the water's gettin deep you can drown or you can tread it
I battle with finesse, like my niggaz giving quest
In these ??? we got props, we taking less
So, don't touch that stereo
Or your people will becoming to your burry, yo
The ever sorry ... Read more »

[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 ... Read more »

Yeah! AOWWW, AOWWW!
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 SE ... Read more »

[dre] yeah whattup detroit?
[snoop] nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn't!
Ahhh! they didn't do it again,
What-what, what-what?
Did you shit on these niggaz two times dr. dre?
[dre] oh fo' sho'!
[snoop] uh-uh, naw, ya smell that?
This is special right here
What-what, what-what-what?
Yeah, it's a toast to the boogie baby
Uhh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie
Yeah, y'know! what's crackin dre?

[dr. dre]
Just let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit
On slim's shit and start riots like limp bizkit (limp bizkit)
Throw on 'guilty conscience' at concerts
And watch mosh pits til motherfuckers knock each other unconcious
(watch out now!) some of these crowds that slim draws
Is rowdy as crenshaw boulevard when it's packed and fulla cars
Some of these crowds me and snoop draw +is+ niggaz from crenshaw
From long beach to south central
{*loud scream*} whoa, not these niggaz again
These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again
(hehe) you and what army could harm me?
D-r-e and shady, with doggy from long beach
(east-syde!) came a long way, to makin these songs play
It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way
I got a long uz', and i carry it all day
(blaow!) sometimes it's like a nightmare, just bein andre,
But i..

[snoop dogg]
Somehow, someway - tell 'em, nigga
You know about dogg-ay (snoop dogg)
Now let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck i'm comin from
I get the party crackin from the shit that i be spittin son
Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run
Got about fifty gungs, and i love all of 'em the same - bang bang!
Damn baby girl what's your name?
I forgot - what'd you say it was? damn a nigga buzzed
Hangin in the club, wi ... Read more »

[xzibit]
Yeah.. time to bring yo' ass to the table y'all
It's x to the z xzibit, yeah (where you at?)
Snoop double-d, uh, o.g. (west coast, los angeles)
What, bringin it live, with dr. dre, what?
{*xzibit makes the "ghetto bird" sound*}
Throwin up a big-ass w, coverin up the world right?
Yeahhh! hah, listen look

You ain't tryin to hot box with me, i swing hard liquor
Goin down by the second round, all hail the underground
How dat sound? xzibit backin down from a conflict
Fuck the nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb shit
Glass and metal in every direction
Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson
I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon
And reason why niggaz with problems keep on steppin
Xzibit ready to scrap, like mike tyson with his license back
Nine to five, minimum wage, what type of life is that
For me? it's blasphemy, you fuckin around
With the sundance kid and butch cassidy
You had the audacity to wanna tangle with the x
Strangle your neck, slap you like the opposite sex
Drunk drivin tryin to stack my loot
While other rappers gettin "treated like a prostitute"
So check the soundscan

Chorus one: snoop dogg

All i wanna be was a g, ha
My whole life, nigga please, ha
Breakin off these motherfuckin keys, ha
Let's get these motherfuckin g's, ha
Nigga you don't wanna fuck with this..

[snoop dogg]
Hmm.. aww nah, big snoop dogg
Back up in the heezee bay-bay
You jockin my style, "you so cra-zy"
Dre say, ain't +no limit+ to this
As long as we drop gangsta shit
Look here bitch, you fine and i dig your style
Come fuck with a nigga, do it +doggystyle+
I'll be gentle, sentimental
Shit, we fucked in the rental
Lincoln, continental< ... Read more »

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
... Read more »

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

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Kid frost

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

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

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

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

{frost}
I'm in pursuit of them hundred dollar big faces
Wrapped in rubber bands in em bulletproof briefcases
Please understand automatically
One squeeze of the trigger cause tragedy
Casually fucked around and got your whole family mad at me
My strategy: subtract enemies mathematically
Frost will kick your head off slow, you ain't as bad as me
50/50 - half gangster, half hustler
One side's about my business, and the other side's a muthafucka
So when i creep, i crawl, i'm like swiss-made
Fuck are you, bitc ... Read more »

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

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

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

[pinky]
It's goin down by the year 2 g
I'm goin be flyin through the hood, duckin, dodgin the heat
My niggas watch the street, be it rain, snow, or sleet
Us niggas gon eat, makin troops we creep
Losin the jeep, runnin on feet, survivin off the land money and
Gun in hand, operation quicksand
Aint tryin ta put the mark of the beast on my hand
I had to bless the head of a military man
Jumped into the bac ... Read more »

[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 m ... Read more »

[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, le ... Read more »

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 undergro ... Read more »

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ras kass:
See left coast niggas is the craziest
I dodge shotgun pellets in the felonious los skandalous
Golden state
Home of dysfunctional gang truces
5.8 quakes where glass houses pancake (westsiiiiiide)
But i be in the hood like a rebuilt engine
Fuck what i'm benchin' i weave through tracks like exte ... Read more »

[x] c'mon
[e] xzibit!
[x] yeah..
[e] ahh, ahh, e-dub

[xzibit]
It's that millenium ridiculous flow, i never let go
Niggaz gettin knocked out is part of my show
Let 'em know who they fuckin with yo, a rhyme wrangler
Tri-angular push-up the hillside strangler
Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony
Now let his punk ass go, look out below (belowwww)
It's a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go down
We officially not fuckin around
Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box
(hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot
So heatbox all day in a nigga face
And all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate

[chorus 2x: xzibit *singing*]
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm a fuckin alkaholik
Bring it if you really want it
Ain't gotta put no extras on it!

[erick sermon]
Yo, i'm in the zone, and lyrically gone
Got the spot blown, boom! oklahoma
Watch the aroma, catch those who love me
My underground dirty cats on dune buggies
I be the type to take your watch and flaunt it
Kidnap t. lewis and jimmy jam on it
Yo, i bang a nigga head til his neck pop
Do a krs-one to a "black cop"
X and e's, out for cream
Get the money, while you stay broker than al bundy
Uhh, give it to y'all, in "any given sunday"
With j. foxx name the spot, make it hot
(i hate e so much right now!) blow it down hooker bounce
Come off the ropes like j. snooka
(*x*: two fly motherfuckers) you can't fuck widdit
Backed by +open bar+, so y'all forget it

[chorus]

[j-ro]
J-mcenroe, cam smashin, party crashin
I eat mc's like a ration
I'm sockin niggaz in they goatees
I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies
I'm in the r ... Read more »

What, yeah, yeah
Black john mcclane, harold the menace, and the waterproof
With my nigga bud'da, on the track
Golden state warriors..
Eatin every rapper on the plate
Huh, feel me

I got three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh
On section eight, with multiple one-eighty-sevens
Sport a marilyn manson t-shirt when i die and go to heaven
Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin
Remember the name ras kass-ciano
Get to clownin y'all punk bitches, cause i'm a mac, like ronald
I make mac make money, and mack murder wack rappers
My makaveli verse bomb first, the mac-11'll gat cha
When i get at cha, the situation tenses
Fatality before you ever reach your senses
Got so-called writers, crashing into brick fences
Like my name was al fayed so you die, like that white princess
If you lookin for sympathy, you better look
Between r and t, in the fucking dictionary
See the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin henn'
Whip a benz and leave it to your next of kin

Chorus: repeat 2x

[rk] pick a card any card, i bet you can't pull it
[gs] golden state, number one with a bullet
[xz] it's three card molly
[rk] will they ever stop?
[xz] probably not
[sn] pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop

[saafir the saucee nomad]
The un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics
A doctor, with a lot of patients/patience
And perseverance -- flows like an ocean liner
That sails/sales like a clearance, i'm bilingual
Fly like a flamingo, i'm a pitcha, everything i freak
I eat like al pacino, you don't like me baby
You ain't happy, you need some ecstasy
Now you in my properties, but you have to pay my equity
For the lowest point in my character
I'll reach the highest place ... Read more »

Wyclef talking:
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.

Xzibit 
Look, i'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain
Stuck with a thousand street hustlers
Down on they luck
Repeat felons caught up with the death i was sellin'
And for the past three months yo i can still hear my victims yellin'
But i can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense
If i didn't shoot i'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough individual
Runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the general
Walk one day in the shoes of a criminal
Death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal
I'm not talkin' about weed, jewels, & bentleys
I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food, and dentyne
See what i mean livin' with the scum of the earth
Hit with plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside
(wyclef) 

Juvenile
You got me fucked up i'm innocent
Look i ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side
But you believin' that bitch
You makin' my nerves bad i need to smoke me a jo'
'cause i know y'all ain't even thinkin' 'bout lettin' me go
Where my lawyer, nigga told me juv' i can't do nothin' for ya
Y'all go tell that to my mother & my father
But they gon' cus y'all so don't you even bother
You know that shit ain't right that bitch didn't see nothin'
'cause it was dark at night but i guess us blacks
Look the same to y'all passin' niggas around like a game of ball
This is my third felony plus my third strike
Man i ain't goin' ... Read more »

You don't like crazy things 
You don't like rockin' baby 
You just wanna go to the movie show 
Sit there holdin' hands 
You're so square (baby I don't care) 
Do wop, do wop 
Do wop, do wop 

I don't ???? (do wop) 
I don't ???? (do wop) 
I only wanna love you baby 
I guess it's just because 
You're so square (baby I don't care) 

Do wop, do wop 
Do wop, do wop 

I don't need ??? dances 
But I do 

???? 
??? 
I do I do I do 

I don't like crazy things (do wop) 
I don't like rockin' baby (do wop) 
I just wanna go to a movie show 
Sit there holdin' hands 
You're so square 
Baby I don't care (do wop, do wop) 
Baby I don't care (do wop, do wop) 
Baby I don't care (do wop, do wop) 
Hey

Ooh ooh ooh ooh 
Ooh ooh 
Ooh ooh ooh take it take it all away 
Ooh ooh ooh ooh - ooh take my breath away - ooh 
Ooh ooh ooh ooh 
Ooh you take my breath away 

Look into my eyes and you'll see 
I'm the only one 
You've captured my love 
Stolen my heart 
Changed my life 
Everytime you make a move 
You destroy my mind 
And the way you touch 
I lose control and shiver deep inside 
You take my breath away 

You can reduce me to tears 
With a single sigh 
(Please don't cry anymore) 
Every breath that you take 
Any sound that you make 
Is a whisper in my ear 
I could give up all my life for just one kiss 
I would surely die 
If you dismiss me from your love 
You take my breath away 

So please don't go 
Don't leave me here all by myself 
I get ever so lonely from time to time 
I will find you 
Anywhere you go, I'll be right behind you 
Right until the ends of the Earth 
I'll get no sleep till I find you to tell you 
That you just take my breath away 

I will find you 
Anywhere you go 
Right until the ends of the Earth 
I'll get no sleep till I find you to 
Tell you when I've found you - 
I love you 

Take my breath, take my breath 
Take my breath, take my breath 
Take my breath, take my breath 
Take my breath, take my breath 
Take my breath, take my breath 
Take my breath, take my breath 
Take my breath, take my breath 
Take my breath, take my breath 
Take my breath away.

Ooh, music is playing in the darkness 
And a lantern goes swinging by 
Shadows flickering 
My heart's jittering 
Just you and I 

Not tonight 
Come tomorrow 
When everything's sunny and bright (sunny and bright) 
No no no 
Come tomorrow 
'Cos then we'll be waiting for the moonlight