[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 »