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
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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
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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
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[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
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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
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[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
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[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<
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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
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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
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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
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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
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