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3 Card Molly

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 in the house when I rock
like the Qu'ran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like buillion cube
Been this way since I was fourteen
And like this I been runnin shit without the use of Sportscreme
Rippin up tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay
I'm grim, I brim over my brow when I rip
Never write rhymes with slim fingertips
Each syllable you choose to use is light as a flower
Keep tryin to go gold
but all you're gettin is a golden shower

Chorus

[Xzibit]
Look, now if it wasn't for the West
These rap niggaz wouldn't need a vest around they chest
Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, 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
We sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue
Put you on the spot to put you on the menu
Fricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot
Xzibit livin life, like a bull inside a china shop
Strippin everything, see you ain't even got a dime to drop
Go ahead and call the cops, you ain't said nathin
Jerry Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight you
to the parkin lot, niggaz ain't ready for all this heat we got
Picture yourself crushin Xzibit with your tough talk
That's like Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk

Chorus

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Alcoholic

[X]
Cmon
[E]
Xzibit!
[X]
Yeah..
[E]
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 fuckn wit yo: a rhyme wrangler
Tri-angular, push off 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 beatbox all day in a nigga face
And all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate

[Chorus: Xzibit]
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
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm a fuckin Alkaholik
Bring it if you realli want it
Ain't gonna 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 KR's 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 yall, in Any Given Sunday
With J. Fox namin tha spot, make it hot
(I hate E so much right now!) Blow it down nigga, bounce
come off the ropes like J. Snooka
(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 their goatees
I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies
I'm in the room with 10 G's, countin ten G's
Cause we need a bag of weed (can you smell it?)
Now we need ten dimes, to blow on these like wind chimes
Time to close the blinds cause you all in mines
I bought a bottle for the session, and did not share it
Drink so much Captain Mo' all I need is a parrot
You took the Alkaholik challenge, and lost your balance
You underground, we under water drinkin liquid by tha gallons

[Tash]
Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin, head rushin
Since I'm too drunk to walk, I rock a party on crutches
and still rush the roughest MC who wanna get it
Forget it, it's liquid, don't mix it, Xzibit
Ca-Tash on the blast the final piece to the puzzle
I slap bitches on the ass, I slap pimps about the muzzle
I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistant
You wack and I'm Ca-Tash and that's the motherfuckin difference
For instance, 21 and over, set your clocks back
(Tick tock tick tock) Still standin where the rocks at
Two-thousand-one, we still young guns that's restless
(Thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and that's the motherfuckin guestlist

[Chorus]

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Arch Angels

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 extensions (nigga)
I’m ridin’ for chips like on time on motorcycles
And for looters to get trifle
I’m like a chink on a slason swap meet roof with two automatic rifles
Puberty got me vicious
And these generation x bitches is too big for they britches
15 goin’ on 30
"i wanna fuck" written all over their faces with mack compact blowin’ kisses
Promoted like seven oasis gettin’ niggas twisted in statutory rape cases
But I write rhymes in enough white lines askin’ melle mel my punchlines
Hit from the baseline like six by nines
Crack addicts and reggie miller
That’s fo reala
I x more hollywood squares than phillis dilla

Hook:

Xzibit:
Yeah niggas from outta town don’t even fuck around

Ras kass:
But there ain’t no angel that you can strangle los angels (yeah)

Xzibit:
Welcome to the place where niggas make moves

Ras kass:
Nigga there ain’t no angel that you can strangle arch angels

Xzbit:
Handguns and girls that’s the way of the underworld

Ras kass:
But there ain’t no angle that you can strangle los angels (ha)

Xzibit:
Home of the scandalous big bad los angeles

Ras kass:
But there ain’t no angel that you can strangle arch angels

Ras kass:
You know man all I have in this world is two things man
That’s my word and my balls
Or maybe that’s three things
So on microphones I let my nuts hang like john homes
And took so many niggas out I should change my name to chaperone
D-mac and laylaw know that on mic cables
I got one thousand two hundred techniques similar to the turntable
So if it’s crem de la creme since I’m smarter I oughta
Float like dead bodies in water
Manana tell your girl this here mayatti got one extra backstage pass
If she put ’em on the glass
Cause she be jockin’ rappers that be seen with who’s who
The single charters so she blows me for a hit like cluckheads do
No mc parallels they behind bars like rick’s jail cell
To rock well I need a beat like...
Child abuse victims (ha ha)
Everything I say turn to yay
This shit was blowin’ kids away before timothy mcveigh

Hook

Xzibit outro:
Yeah yeah straight from motherfuckin’ xzibt ha ha and the lawhouse
Youknowhati’msayin’ with that nigga ras kass (he’s guilty).
Yeah yeah. break it down. it won’t stop. west coast hip hop (yo yo).
It’s the almighty xzibit (booyaka).

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At The Speed Of Life

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 underground! to upper echelon and beyond
Xzibit rock and roll the streets like a vagabond
Nigga wanna trip you gettin dissed like a blond bitch
mackin to Farrakhan, I run game like a marathon
It's here today then tomorrow it's gone
It's the law of the land
a straight modern day babylon!

Chorus:

Movin...yeah! yeah! like this
Like this...at the speed of life
Ah! Bring it live, yeah!

Verse Three:

Xzibit lookin at the earth thru wide angles
I found a stairway to heaven in a city of lost angels
Where small situations turn to altercation
with a heavy ass price
'cause niggas don't fight no more!
before hip hop was all about drama
anything for a dollar before Kane fucked Madona
Xzibit maintain and stayed bent like a comma
Just me and my bottle
we shall lead not follow
Emcees be full of shit
but they style be hollow
it seems you've bitin off more
than you can possibly swallow
just a day in the life of a man named X
only blunt and latex for the oppisite sex
you see niggas comin thru to smoke and pay respect
ever since fifteen, I been ready for anything
whatever they bring in any shape, form or fashion
I live to the fullest and rip rhyme with a passion
but in the mean while if worse comes to worst
bust a round or bust a verse whatever comes first
Yeah! we got it locked down tight
Xzibit bring truth to the light
shit is movin at the speed of life

Chorus:

Movin...
At the speed of life

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Back 2 The Way It Was

Yeah.. yo.. c'mon
Ride wit me, lemme take you somewhere

[Xzibit]
My father was a soldier, my mother was a rider
I was born wit my fists balled up, I'ma fighter
Inspired, a real rhyme writer
Get past the past the future looks brighter
But, I wanna get it back to the way it was
Exchange blows, elbows and it was still love
A better time, better place in space
Cause nothin can erase, shame tat' like my nigga Chase
Cause Bigga B will never be replaced, right
And I'ma scream it to the whole fuckin human race
Get a bar, get a taste
Enforce the muscle to ya hustle and ya did it with grace
Cause real niggaz don't save face, they make movements
Back to the time when hip-hop was music
When N.W.A. got booed at the Apollo
Broke "Straight Outta Compton" and the whole world followed
Cause right now hip-hop is hollow
With no substance, X-Man with the roughness
Cause success can suck sometime
And many of us the way we act, we even lost our minds

[Chorus]
You can hold your breath, 'til your blue in the face
But you can never ever take my place
I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong
Through the struggle I will live on (now sing the song wit me)
You can speculate, on every breath I take
But you can never ever take my place
I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong
Through the struggle I will live on

[Xzibit]
Back to the day when +Cooley+ was +High+
Hustle big like Butch in the Y-B-I
We did it 'n died, the gang still multiplied
Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply
Hypnotized, not by the glitz 'n glamour
So fuck them cameras, all I need is clips and hammers
The X-Man said that the first rhyme out
Were my fans worth my time? The first line out, so
Here we are eight years strong and still movin
Groovin with a reputation ya can't ruin
I wanna take it back how it used to be
Five thousand fucked up, rockin outta unity

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Was it the alcohol in you, the money the power the fame
that made you actually attempt to try to disgrace my name?
Played those games nigga when I was younger in life
'Til I seen another man's life cut short with a knife
Lose teeth, cause beef, no peace with us
Ya can't hang, and ya sho' can't eat with us
When times get tough, the tough get rough and drastic
Never been blasted, never been an arrogant bastard
But I coulda been a lawyer, I shoulda been a doctor
I never been a actor, I'm nothin but a monster
I move in silence, speak with violence
Think with science, live free and walk with lions
Cats around me with gats like Yasser Arafat
It takes a nation of millions to hold me back
Pounds of cush to push what I'm talkin about
It's hard to talk the talk with a gauge in yo mouth
It's hard to walk the walk with ya back blew out
Don't let the things that you can't change stress you out
Cause X take the money and run, and raise a man from a son
And change the world with the power of one c'mon

[Chorus]

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Best Of Things

[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 mark the spot
with an infrared to your head, left for dead
Fuck the feds, flee the country then grow some dreads (ya mon)
I suggest you keep your distance, for instance, the same distance
it takes to get to the next solar system, motherfucker

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Strike one, when a nigga talkin shit with his hands
Strike two, gettin caught in the wrong place with your pants down
Strike three, tryin to fuck with the D-O-double-G
D-R-E, or any of my Alkaholik family
Huh, Xzibit turn your vital signs to a straight line
Never seen a dog bite and bark at the same time
Restless, rugged, never relaxed
Permanently owe you motherfuckers backs like tax
Baseball bats and breaks upside of your head
Homey STILL gettin swoll off water and bread
I got this, retaliation, for any situation I'm facin
and leave the stage with a standin ovation, it's like

[Chorus]

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Beware Of Us

Yeah, Stong Arm Steady
One gang, four guns, how the West was won, let's go

[Chorus: Xzibit]
Jump if you really want it (jump)
You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!)
When you see the Steady comin {*blam*}
Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us
Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin)
When we come they keep on walkin (walkin)
But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!)
Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us

[Chorus]

[Strong Arm Steady - 1]
I'm eatin chicken wings, mm, it's like chicken feed
Mm, I'm at the feedhouse smokin all this chicken's weed
Huh, you're hardly hard, this sucker's soft as volleyball
Cold Chillin' like my name was +Big Daddy+ +Marley Marl+
You're not a star at all, no, you're just a sidekick, yeh
Runnin the outside lickin shit and ridin dicks
Real niggaz start cliques, start shit we spark clips
The mac'll make your door lift and leave me with a sore wrist
You should be impressed, yeh, it's like my first impression
I pull representer, exposition in a session
I'm in the Expedition, expose a dark dimension
Your girl used to suck dick du-ring detention
You got dumped, she came up by spittin
out nuts of every homey comin home from prison
Yeah the fake chicks get dick the Ferragamo fake fits
I keep they drawers drenched, no drawers, fake tits

[Chorus]

[Strong Arm Steady - 2]
This the last call, total recall, my pimpin flowin like Niagara Falls
So you can Phil Da Agony y'all
Yeah you get beat to the punch, rap monsters eat you for lunch
And feed you to the beat that you want
Fear keep knockin fake fans sent to no one
Fuck them niggaz run from me I don't owe 'em
Why do things for free, you don't know 'em
These niggaz'll load up the heat, they don't throw 'em
Hooks stay floatin in my mind, I design 'em like
architects workin online, I'm on the incline
Lamp like the heavyweight champ, it took 3 months of trainin
While it's rainin take your brain through boot camp
Fair facts, Nike Air Max, I'm back blunted
Yeah that them niggaz hear that and don't want it
Triple trick niggaz get sick to they stomach
Strong Arm Steady ready act like you want it - BITCH!

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Every day above ground is a good day
My wordplay only contain what the hood say
Clack the black off a nigga make him see the light
My overhand right'll violate your civil rights
We get bars, big cars, cigars
12 gauge salute to your face to face God
Icon, marathon mack, where the bitches at?
Raise it back, steady game, came with a gang of gats
I hit your pressure points, we jack the motherlode
Expose your motives like a CSI episode
Output maximum level, dig deep down in the dirt
with diligence and dance with the devil, yeah
Cause you don't know me homey, I keep the banger on me
It wasn't my aim, it came with the territory
Feet planted firm in the turf, plant you six feet deep in the earth
Gettin slumped while the ammo dump, fucker

[Chorus]

Bewaaaaaaare of us {*BLAM*}

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Big Bang Theory

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 back of the 4 door sedan
All up in the trunk was the hidden contraband
Fuck a middleman, my pistols aim directly from iran
Looking from a third eye, I spot the hidden cam
I know what you look like, I know how you think
I’m the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink

Hook

[cpo]
Bitch, fuck that, you bring fat rag, here’s cheese
You work your fuckin employees
You know you get all excited like that
Stack it through them hoodlum back, cuz I like it like that, bitch
I kill drama, shit get action packed
When I jump out the black stealth bomber
Cuz it’s bout, you know, I want the fuckin mansion pad
To heal that bitch sittin on
So don’t waste the fuckin cheese that you earn
Rotate the fuckin weed that you burn
Don’t fuck with bossy off the glam,
Rollin crack , blow blocks in half

[tray deee]
We rides on visitors and takes no prisoners
Handles all business and pay off the comissioner
Big time crime figure niggas gettin riches
20 inches whippin all we givin hittin switches
Twistin flippin chickens stickin victims if they slippin
Trippin, on the mission and my trigga finga itchin
Positioned at your dome, one twitch and it’s on
No remorse or second thoughts once the clip and the chrome
This is the zone, weak niggas covers get blown
Stoned killers and gorillas want whatever you want
Shake spots with bank nots, keep the thang cocked
And leave motherfuckers stripped to tank tops
We the gang, it’s our thang to mash and maintain
Gangbang slang came and ain’t gon change
All out till we fall out, fuck the world
Dogghouse style with the chucks and curls

Hook

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Big Business

{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, bitch-made, I slice you with my switchblade
Razor, got the h-k with the laser
Slid the enterpriser, rent a 99 black blazer
I shot straight at merino
Thousand dollar suite, layin low at the peppermint casino
I been a player before I had riches
And now I’m eatin steak and crab and fuckin bad bitches

[ chorus ]

{jayo felony
I don’t give a fuck about not one of y’all
Disrespect this here, nigga, it’s real clear I’m gunnin y’all
When night falls, nah fuck, night flies a kite
I take flight like delta, nigga, helter skelter
Who the fuck could you call to help ya
Nigga, good health couldn’t help ya
Put the ’s’ in spit, bust your tightest shit, never felt ya
Could you picture yourself in the same room when I let these off
Two rivals, suicidal, take the strap and squeeze off
But before you do it, I take the heater and shoot both your knees off
Let him suffer, can’t get enough of, I’m rougher
Go get my ammunitions and paper, nigga, cause it’s a habit
Let off on ya in a 600, or let’s call em rabbit
Is it tragic how the automatic made you breathe like a asthmatic
Static, what’s that? that shit that get up in my fabric
I’m into bitches and beamers and my chips
And I’m keepin four eyes on em schemers when I dip, bitch

[ chorus ]

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Birds Eye View

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 metap

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Bitch Ass Niggaz

Lemme explain to ye why niggaz act like bitches

See, cuz a bitch won't what?
I ain't talking about a woman
I ain't talking about a lady
Or you motherfuckas listening to the album, like,
"Why you always gotta say 'bitch'?"

Cuz you females can see it yourself
There are bitches out there
Like there's punk ass nigga
There's bitch ass niggaz
And there's men

There's ladies
There's hoes
There's women
And there's bitches

Niggaz act like bitch ass niggaz
Cuz they want to jock the nigga that got it going on
Just like a stanky bitch!

A bitch ass nigga is a male ho!
That nigga's backstage
Knocking at the door,
"Can I get in for free?"
No, bitch! You ain't got no pussy!

Bitch ass nigga, what you serving in this equation?
One plus one equal two
That will never happen with me and you.
Bitch ass nigga

Bitch ass niggaz will come to your door
And knock and say,
"Remember me?"
No, nigga, I don't remebmer you
Cuz when I was creating me you told me I would never be me
Not if I am

Here your motherfucking bitch ass is
Saying, "Can I take a free ride"
Fuck you, and your momma for fucking your daddy and having your ignorant bitch
ass

That's a bitch ass nigga

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Bitch Please

[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
Hmm, coast to coast, l.a. to chicago
(yeah nigga you know what’s happenin man)
I get this pussy everywhere that I go
(these bitches know what time it is)
Ask the bitches in your hood cause they know
(hell yeah, hoes know about a nigga like me man)
I get the pussy everywhere that I go
(I pimp these hoes, nigga, ha ha)
Ask the bitches in your hood cause they know

Chorus two: xzibit

Bitch please, get down on your God damn knees
For this money chronic clothes and weed (look)
You fuckin with some real o.g’s
Bitch please
Bitch please, get down on your motherfuckin knees
We came to get the motherfuckin g’s
Yeah, you fuckin’ with some real o.g’s
You dick-tease!

[snoop dogg]
Bitch, please! now what you need to do is
Hem my coat, and roll me some dough (f’real)
Different strokes (uh-huh) for different folks
Oh, you like settin niggaz up and gettin them loc’s
A cute lil’ bitch with a whole lotta heart
Shit gets thick when the light gets dark
She say she gots a lick for me (well hook it up)
Worth about, two hundred g’s and thirty keys
Now check this out dre, now if I don’t move
Then a nigga like me, shit I don’t lose
But you know me, dogg I’m movin
Ain’t nuttin to it, but to get to groovin
You been, waitin on a nigga like me (whas’ happenin)
To take that chance and rob yo’ man and beat up the pussy
A victim of the circumstance (yeah right)
That’s the devil, they always wanna dance
See we go out with a bang (bang bang!)
I’m tryin to work this cold thang, and take this whole thang
I get the money everywhere that I go (I go)
I bust a bitch and take her money fo’ sho (fo’ sho)
I get the money everywhere that I go (I go)
I bust a bitch and take her money fo’ sho (fo’ sho)

Outro: nate dogg (repeat 4x to fade)

Aiyyo.. aiyyo aiyyo; you don’t wanna step to me
Still claimin d.p.g. - til the day I d-i-e

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BK to La

(feat. m.o.p.)
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 settle it
(from l.a. to) b.k., from b.k. to (l.a.)
Persistant and insistant on doin it our way
Do you really wanna fuck with danze? (c’mon)
When he comin with them thugs in the van
Double clutch in his hands, my nigga

[lil’ fame]
Make the world flame! face the fame-ster, part, fame-ster
Y’all niggaz akin to God and gangsters
(you see it!) it’s the m dot, to the o dot, to the p
With x to the z hot, what’s happenin?

[chorus]

[interlude 2x: xzibit]
Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later
Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it
Look alive, these streets is complicated

[lil’ fame]
Aowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
You got problems with us? start poppin
I get in yo’ chest like anthrax, vaccine couldn’t stop it
Let’s move on ’em (aoww) must move on ’em
Rush in, gun-bustin, black seven plus tools on ’em
Never snooze on ’em, I’m short, haven’t got room for ’em
I send you to God with no shoes
Clueless! real g’s run this, we rule this
If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, let’s do this
(yes sir!) no question, no half-steppin
Streets is my profession, heat in my posession
Hollow-tips is the answer; look around you see the signs
Say "no smokin" but our guns got cancer!

[xzibit]
Yeah cause I’m not (I’m not) what you thought I was
Like my career was gon’ fade like a fuckin buzz
Raise the stakes high, I solidify
The grip that I keep on shit, get off my dick!

[chorus]

[random ad libs to fade]

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Break Yourself

[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 it’s 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 the shells hit the floor
Duck tape ski mask professional
Fuck y’all, y’all homosexual
Hangin on my dick like testicle
Pop you disappear, "where did he go? "
Pop up some where in mexico
Rotate relate respect the flow
Hospital bed you vegetable
Can’t walk can’t talk lettin you know
We hit the hardest ask ya ho, at my show
Seen her in the front row
To the back stage in there she blow
There she blew
Then send her back to you (hello)

[hook - 3x]

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Carry The Weight

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 up to Xzibit and I still don't speak
I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make
Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight

Interlude: Xzibit, [J-Ro]

[Yeah it's fucked up though man]
[YouknowhatI'msayin']
Yo
[The fuck you doin' in jail]
Insane man, I don't know man, he he he
[Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude]
Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man
YouknowI'msayin'
[It's popin' man]
It's cool yo fuck that
[It's popin' out here]
They can go on and on for that
[I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home]

Verse Two:

And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home
but only now I was fucked up plus all alone
My father talkin' all crazy to me over the phone
Turned age sixteen now on my own
Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too
with no hesitation lock load then blast you
Without a hastle we in a town of hicks
fuckin' all these chicks
Sellin' rock by the bricks
so we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown
At the house when the mothafuckin' man touched down
Screamin' demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)"
A.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban
we never kept it in the house
So of course we clounded
Only found one pistol took us all down town
We be out by the end of the afternoon
gettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!
Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife
Ty and Matt caught bodies
Now they spend there life behind bars
catchin' scars that will not heal
niggas don't know the half about keepin' it real

Chorus 1 1/2

outro:

Like this
Like this, like that
Yeah! gotta carry the weight
Like this euh!
Bringin live
Yeah! yeah! like this
It's Xzibit
Gotta carry the weight
Like that yo!
Like that yo!

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Chamber Music

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 wrong place
We unsafe, One-fifty-one with no chase and no ice
Take away your life like three strikes

Yeah, come on, Chamber Music

Verse Three:

So now Xzibit got a little money, I think its funny
How motherfuckers think I'm supposed to Cher/share like Sonny
Clarify, you don't work you don't eat, I repeat
You don't eat you get weak, catch a fragile physique
Accomplish more in one day, than you can do in a week
The X-Man, Wolverine, one swing to make the cut clean
And the wrong things manifested in flesh
Fuck the game, I take the test, graduate, pass to the S-Class
Catch a roadrash, all you smell is hash
Chronic mix, bumpin the Liks
And dick you like a Hebron fix
Bear-arm from here to a hundred-tweny meters
Get black-walled, modern day Lee Harvey Oswald
The assassin, brother who came blastin
Take it without askin, rappers is all fashion
Xzibit keep mashing through
Got any lost words? I got two
Drive up, on you like that!

Once again Chamber Music, what what, yeah, what the deal? It's Xzibit.

Get on the ground, get on the ground! Hands on the back of your head, Don'
Move Don't Move! Get on the ground! * beat to fade *

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Choke Me, Spank Me

[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 with all this dick in your mouth
Menage-a-trois, for moi, let’s figure this out
I drink your hennesey fifth, let’s work the shit out
She don’t gotta cheat cause it’s a waste of her time
She’ll never find another dick that’s bigger than mine
Hands and knees side by side, I hit from behind
Flip it up, givin a fuck, we fuck all night
Bottom line, when I straighten your spine
I’m gon’ find spots that ain’t been hit and blow your mind
Get in line, bitches stay on the grind, cause I’m on mines
Redecorate your hips and lips and thighs
Ain’t surprised you can be so pretty and be so nasty
Ass in the air like a pass to grassi
It’s a, thin line between hoes and women
And close my dick with a hat and change the linen

[interlude]

[chorus - repeat 2x]

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Concrete

[shabaam sahdeeq]
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah...
As the world turn, cash to earn, falonious burn
We takin ova, it’s 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, it’s 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? !? )
And watch you panick like the bitch you are
I’m the mechanic with a pipe bomb that fits your car
Ka-boom, now I assume your homies wanna retalliate
Set em straight with a thirty-eight, the wrong cat to violate
So watch xzibit and shabaam start to dilate
Anihilate competition, some niggaz got hard heads
And just don’t listen, they the ones you find missin
Better get on the right team and play your position
See I’m lost, scandalous, finest
Blew your back out because your spineless
I’m never makin music for the mindless
Cause I’m hard to the core, and I’ll never go soft
Just consider us the hitmen thats knockin you off

Chorus *1x*

[xzibit]
Yeah, yeah, see I’m ready to raise a ruckus
Try to elevate you motherfuckers to the places where the law can’t touch us
Walk off on your own or with the aid of crutches
Anyway you want it to happen I’m ready for action
You get shot up under my soles, call it fatal attraction
Beat you niggaz till you get it right, like joe jackson
Listen, we here to give the hardcore what they lookin for
At the same time pimp the game like a fucking whore

[shabaam sahdeeq]
In this game here, we got swift handles
Dismantle your chalkboard strategy, check the replay
Here you gets no shine we dimmin your light
Make your heart pump *echoes* when my squad’s in sight
Shorty got assets and a man that ask bets
Lost it all fuckin round with the dice, you ain’t nice
You a sacrifice, guinea pig, you dig?
Roast you, get a jokey smurf through the postal

Chorus *2x*

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Connect

[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 break ’em, we refuse to bend
If you don’t build right you better take yo’ ass home
Cause some catch stray bullets all alone

[chorus]

[pharoahe monch]
I got the chevy impala shit, street scholar with
Collarless, japanese aikido with, rottweiler mixed
Top dollar dick now, swallow my whole nut rap
Gun in my mouth, pop shit, still sayin, "fuck that"
You have to listen, brew, trapped in a tragic addiction
Styles, multiply like japanese mathematicians
Cut cause chaos - my kicks kill criminals
I’m the subliminal adolf
I’m the bomb that’s attached to the time of a ticker
Figure or swastika
Quicker to pick a form of execution, pull it
Bullet, to the head instead of eletrocution
The rambunctious, bump in yo’ trunk shit
Totally insane, hurricane with pharoahe monch, gipp
Xzibit the west coast (? ? ) (? ? ) we got
New york wearin slippers and the south wearin hoodies

[chorus 3x]

[dj hurricane]
Ye-yeah, uh-huh, ye-yeah
Give it up, uh-huh (dirty south) ye-yeah, ye-yeah
Give it up, uh-huh, give it up, shake it
Uh-huh, kick it (dirty south) uh-huh
Shake it.. uh-huh, shake it
C’mon, give it up (dirty south)

{*fades out*

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