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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 f**k 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 f**k like Xzibit ain't givin a f**k 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 f**kin - NOW! Spin it spin it, all up in it For sale, one female, slightly dented (ha hah!) Niggaz niggaz, political figures Problem givers, f**k all those that ain't wit us (heh) Rebel rebel, shoutin at the devil Me and you fagg*t got some shit to settle, then Kill 'em kill 'em, let slugs fill 'em Smash through the club in Meoshe denim, yeah! [Chorus] [Xzibit] Deadly deadly, bump this deadly medley in whatever you rollin, even if it's stolen Takin takin, your spot is the X man (YEAH!) The heavy hand give a f**k about the next man Digital digital, high tech respect while the rest regress, burn out like a cigarette Break it break it, stripped down naked Tied up in a trunk on the way to Las Vegas (yeah) Chokin chokin, you need to stop smokin Motherf**k on that! Blaze a sack! Rollin rollin, foldin bank My first show was in the motherf**kin holdin tank, c'mon [Chorus] |
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I wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute, yea
China(?), yeah thanks for the lighter anybody smoke here? yeah, aight, thats more for me you punk motherfuckers look, check it out, look (Verse 1) Everybody, here was born to hustle it's a very thin line between the boss and the muscle we foot soldiers face first in the trenches only time I'm on my back is fucking these hoes and weight bitches hell's kitchen, raw kitchen never crying and bitching and settling for less metal in your chest, take a final breath revolutionary it's X-man the mercenary carry a .44 desert eagle feeding my people even if it aint legal low-ride in the regal or the cadillac money stack probably give yo ass a heart attack purchased your last cd I want my money back you see the battle Ima see you in the street survival of the first to draw the heaters and the cannons Im guaranteed to be the last man standing (Chorus 2x) crack a bottle for your hard time it's dedicated to my soldiers on the front line this one's for all of us thinking bout your casualties learn from mistakes, protect your family cause its the year 2000 (Verse 2) everybody wanna be king fuck everything all this shit is bout to me mine I hear it all the time livin life for the day easier to burn than papier-mache started with Dre graduate to radioplay I still ain't satisfied bout to blast off worldwide get in line check the politics ever wonder why only certain motherfuckers get rich ain't this a bitch barely can eat, barely can pee I dedicate my life to the street it's not for you if your stomach is weak relax with dead bodies covered with sheets thats the only time I really find peace having violent stand-offs with the police North Hollywood beef grinding my teeth have you stuck and stunned in disbelief new breed Im the bad seed smoke your weed til my mothafucking eyes bleed dedicated to the niggas that despise us so ain't nobody s'posed to be here besides us catch a flatline (Chorus 2x) Broadcastin live from Planet Los Angeles Right, heh, it's X to tha Z, Xzibit What, new millenium, (Verse 3) I was one that never begged for nothing me and my homies build penitentiary huff-it running your mouth like a bitch cause you all on my dick what is he dogg pound now? is he still with Tha Liks? is he rich? is xzibit a crip? this is business stay the fuck out of my family shit a grown man, the back of my hand is what you will see if the X-fives make you believe you check the sound scan I do the math me and my staff run a worldwide warpath a bloodbath, make Xzibit have a good laugh it's going down, hit the ground like a plane crash you lil fags ain't prepared for the X-man scared and desperate young and restless there is no guest list move to the back of the line yo its my time, prime time only where the beats and the rhyme shine (Chorus 2x) |
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