[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
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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
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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
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[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 &
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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
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[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
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[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
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[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
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[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?!?)<
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[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
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