[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
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[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
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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
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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
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[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
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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
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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'
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