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U Cant Fuck With Me

[ll cool j](snoop)
(yeah, big snoop dogg, x to the z)
Yeah
(uncle l, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers)
Yeah, yeah

Pour your dom on the floor, try to flow with me
Duke em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me (whooo)
Your momma wanna chase, Im just statin the fact
L.a. think about your broad all I want is the stacks
Cats flashin in my face is who Im laughin at *hahahaha*
So you made a little dough, but wutchu doin wit that?
Thought cha girl aint feelin me
Why she grillin me, black?
Admit Im the man or else Ill twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to miami and back
When I tear through new school, all yall records is whack
Im from q, for quiet killers
And u know I deliver
The double n, enough ammo for every nigga
S, that spell queens stupid ass, run it back
That hbo shit, I must address that
Once and for all, whats my opinion on jamie foxx?
He pussy. pussy aint funny as chris rock, ha

[chorus: ll cool j](snoop){xzibit[both]
You cant fuck wit me
{cant fuck with me
I dont care about your imagery
(fuck, nigga)
Give a fuck who you claim to be
(fucker, cmon)
You still cant fuck wit me
[you cant fuck with me]
You cant fuck wit me
[you cant fuck with me]
I dont care about your imagery
(fucker){mother fucker
Give a fuck who you claim to be
{yeah(nigga what)
You still cant fuck wit me

[jayo felony]
No go
Who you thought it was? dont be fuckin wit my uncle, cuz
One does up dick the pen in my streets go one way
I kill em in living color, on any given sunday
They all anxious to be waitin to see how ill is my style
And if it enough to make kevin lyle spit this out right now
And get em with juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
You wanna die next?
Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his kids
We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in your spot
Like, you on your belly, gimme the key
What is it gonne be, what it is gonne see
When your blutter dont mean
And if he keep tryna wipe it off, like "nigga, whats this song mean"
L got em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that?
Tattoed def jam under your wing like that
What? you a rider, not in my house, mouth
Glad to escape down south to my miami house
And fifty spring in the couch

[chorus]

[xzibit]
Lets play a game of big bank take little bank (yeah)
Big dank take little dank (yeah)
I average ninety-five in the paint (cmon)
We comin down like a shank
I know you wanna ride, but you cant
We all up in your shit like a shank *ugh*
Dont make me stop and pull brakes
Ya two downs are lookin cool, freakin a sound
Yo, I get fucked up and terroize the town
Im the circus ring master so fuck the clowns
I bust, lyrics and rounds at the lyricist lounge
Lost and found a new identity, from here to infinity (yeah)
God have mercy on all my enemies
Dont even test, waist your breath or your energy
Knock ya whole family off, like the kennedys
Im pledge sicker than age, with no type of remedy
Makin niggas retire but reclaim disability
Agility, keppin yall outta the state penitentiary

[chorus]

[snoop dogg]
Look, nigga i, regulate, bake the cake
Shake the fake, while keepin my faith (uh-huh)
Demonstatin from the funk shit to the h
I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate
You weedin at my table, did you say your grace? (huh)
You say the wrong thing and ima smack your face (bee-atch)
Chase these niggas or waste these niggas (say what)
You did fucked up cuz Im break these niggas
Spray them, liquidate em, fade em all
Suckers, I hate em, laws I pay them off
Big dogg, in this motherfuckin bar
Wit uncle l, dont tell baby dogg, "yes yall"
We do this with no flaws
I love my bitch wit no drawers and no bras
No laws, we break em from the get-go
Slidin by, ridin high when we get-go
Love it or leave it, we love livin illegal
Servin or swervin in a 85 regal
Look here, bitch, you aint a motherfuckin beagel
I take off on your ass like an eagle
Wherever we go, we stay connected with my peoples
Just incase a motherfucker wanna g funk
Two of the homies, and one of em got a piece on
And they never hesitate to dissolve

 

U Know

[Xzibit]
Most niggaz get it confused right? Huh
They think it's all chronic and palm trees out this muh'fucka
Bitches and bikinis, listen, huh

Some niggaz is better left alone
I place you underneath the very ground you walkin on
And ain't no children in this motherfucker, drop your tone
Ain't got no business even FUCKIN with no microphones
So yo it's me against the world, and ain't got shit to lose
My heavy artillery built to make the masses move
I carry tools that'll pick you up and out your shoes
Xzibit bringin new meanin to alcohol abuse
I wanna fall up in the spot where all the bitches at
Holdin somethin heavy to help you straighten out your back
A couple of drinks and I bend you over the kitchen sink
So what you think I owe you somethin bitch for fuckin me?
(BITCH) Get a grip, misery love company, check it
Xzibit show you the difference between real life and makin a record
Makin the moves and connections that you never expected
What good is money and the fame if you never respected?
Check it out

[Chorus]
You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets
(You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga)
Don't be actin like your shit don't stink (c'mon)
Y'all ain't fuckin with X
You know, we roll so fuckin deep
(Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink

[Xzibit]
Yo, I ain't afraid of them fuckin invisible gats
you always bringin out in your raps
My shit'll quickly make you fold and collapse
My goal to strictly takin over the map, by any means
Hustle and make more tracks than a her-on fiend
Keep my enemies on a first name basis
and hate them niggaz like a skinhead racist
Chuck Taylors and fat laces
Stompin hoes through y'all turf
I hurt worse than actual childbirth
A chick can suck my dick til the big squirt (AH-AHH!)
The song work, so ain't no playin wit us
Findin out where you rest your head and I'm sprayin it up
The remains that's left behind can probably fit in a cup
You pressin your luck, you makin yourselves easy to touch
I'm from the home of the hit 'em up, only two ways
You droppin some shells or you get 'em up, back in the days
there was a time there was this woman that I want to keep up
but nowadays when I see you I'm just tryin to fuck
so check it out

[Chorus]
You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets
(The king of these West coast gangsta beats, niggaz)
Always droppin off nothin but straight heat
so stay the fuck out of the way
You know, we roll so fuckin deep
(Round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink
Y'all ain't fuckin with Dre

[Dr. Dre]
Thangs just ain't the same since he came out
Two thousand and one, came blew the game out
I heard you was hot {*huff* blew your flame out
And got the nerve to believe you hold the same clout?
I thought I told you, keep my name out of your fuckin mouth
(But Dr. Dre!) See that's exactly what I'm talkin bout
That shit right there, that's all day long
Just don't stop, I gots to be alone at the top
Forever ready loaded and locked, with niggaz that'll circle yo' block
and let 'em pop til some bodies get dropped
It's Doc Holiday in the flesh
(Still) hold it down, represent, resurrect the West
(Still) holdin ground, touchin down, with my nigga X
(Still) send a couple through yo' chest if you disrespect
Dr. Dre comin back (shit) I never left
The number one ranked highest paid celebrity guest
That's eight digits, motherfuckers

[Chorus]
You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets
(You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga)
Don't be actin like your shit don't stink (c'mon)
Y'all ain't fuckin with X
You know, we roll so fuckin deep
(Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink (YO)
Y'all ain't fuckin with X

 

U Know Whats Up

[xzibit]
X to the z, huh, cmon
I aint the type that catches the most of your feelings
Plus your sexual healing is very appealing, Im ready and willing
Time to expose the handcuffs and lock you up
You will find every desire when the x man touch
She said she like them rough and I was right up her alley
Drop the top, hit the switch, bounce the trial
Got it together, kind of women I keep em forever
Heres a trip, how your skin tone is matching my leather
Yeah, your friends player hate and said you can do better
You in love with a thug, saying you down with whatever
You know whats up with the long braids and hennesey breath
I love ya to death, relaxing with your head on my chest
Its like

[donell jones] (xzibit)
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(yeah, say what, say what, say what)
Ooh girl you know whats up
(yeah, girl you know whats up)
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(its like, say what, say what, say what, bring it, yeah)
Ooh girl you know whats up
(girl, you know whats up, cmon)

[donell jones]
Hit the block with the system bumpin
All the fly ladies start jockin
Got the rims on the benzo glossin
While stopped on the road, we flossin
Thats the way that we flow
Smoked up with the tint down low
Cuz you and your girls wanna go
Pimp-house suite with me and some mo

[? ]
So, whats it gon be? you gon roll wit me?
Cmon, take a lil trip down and blow wit me
I got a few chips, you could blow wit me
Oh, and I got a girl, shh, keep that on the low for me
Yo, shorty, if you drive, I let you push the five
We could take a ride, shit, its nice outside
I figure we could cruise, kick it and hit the spot
Call donell cuz he got mad pull at the mariot, yeah

[donell jones]
Ooh say what, say what, say what
Ooh girl you know whats up
Ooh say what, say what, say what
Ooh girl you know whats up

Im checkin out you and your ladies
Twenty-ones on the drop top mercedes
You down the block lookin faded
Niggas be all talk but they just hate playin
Im feelin you cuz you look lovely
Watchin your body in the back, from the bubbly
Checkin down your neck real slow
If you dont wanna tell, keep it on the low

[pharoahe monch]
It was all too prevalent
The evidence was that she cant fuck you
Miss you like she miss the rain, boo
Black gange, you represent me like the girls with bangoos
Sexually and mangling me from every angle, strangle me, hot shit
Beat you the way dick tangle
Oh, and when we, we let me untangle at the strangler
Back off tour, rest assure
Then we can get it on like dogs on all fours
On the floor, say what?

[donell jones] (pharoah monch) {cuban link
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(pharoah monch in the house, you get out)
Ooh girl you know whats up
(ladies, rub on your titties) {cuban link, what
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(pharoah monch in the house, you get out) {joey crack, terror squad, baby
Ooh girl you know whats up
(ladies, rub on your titties)

[fat joe]
Yo, who that cat that rap the bronx crazy?
Fat motherfucker but still the broads chase me
That never taste the pastry (naw, my man lace me)
But ask yourself what has he really done lately?
See, Im the type that take ya to new heights
First-class flight to the trinidad fights
Ya ice be bling-blinging in all the pretty bright lights
Front row, right besides where she see the fight

[cuban link]
Yo, you know whats up, Im from the rugged to so pretty to fuck it
Love it when honeys rub my stomach and play with my little puppet
Aint no kissing or hugging in public, bitches be buggin
I got it covered in shows, I give my hoes some jim jugget
I be clubbin up in jimmys cafe, just havin fun
If I aint rubbin, Im up in the vip bookin something
With a gun in my waist just in case niggas be frontin
Im just playin it safe, these days I trust nuttin
Thats whats up

[donell jones]
I got em all in head boys rockin
Second round and it no stoppin
Got it up with the cristal poppin
Up and down with your body hoppin baby
Girl you know you got me buggin
Third round, its about to get ugly
Shes puttin on a show
Talkin no more, shes doin a video

[? ]
She said, "whoa, say what, say what"
Shush up then touch her from gut to butt
Keep it hush, keep it, ? lick it up from trust?
She loves this thrust, say what, say what
Wanna kiss her, flip her, lick her
With her shits thicker, steppin off my slippers
Unzippin my zippers quicker
Penny-rate or the ripper
Split up, skinny-dippin
Punanny, nanny, dun-daddah
So what, you thicka nigga

[donell jones] (cuban link)
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(uh, baby, dime lo que quiere)
Ooh girl you know whats up
(yeah, dime que tu necesita)
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(are you ready to get sweaty? )
Ooh girl you know whats up
(yeah, cuz the rythms gon freak ya)

Ooh say what, say what, say what
(uh, baby, dime lo que quiere)
Ooh girl you know whats up
(yeah, dime que tu necesita)
Ooh say what, say what, say what
(are you ready to get sweaty? )
Ooh girl you know whats up
(yeah, cuz the rythms gon freak ya)

Ooh say what, say what, say what
(terror squad, baby)
Ooh girl you know whats up
Ooh say what, say what, say what

 

What a Mess

Yeah, keep that
Huh.. what a mess
Yeah.. I see you (primo!!)
Yeah.. I was blessed with some clarity right?
Uh-huh, hah.. ima sit back
Tell you niggaz what I been lookin at, huh

[xzibit]
Yall niggaz is killin me
You got bloods and crips in new york city, is anybody feelin me?
I aint concerned with who gon shoot who
Im only concerned with music, and who break through
Fuck you, for thinkin platinum is the ultimate goal
These faggot niggaz gettin they money, but losin they soul
I dont wanna hear shit from you niggaz with no background
No backbones, you get no chance to back down
Deal how we deal witcha, peons, no chips
Changin whips out so they can look richer
I see the big picture, startin in the kitchen
With bricks and pyrex pots, the widescreen edition
Listen, I seen niggaz hit with so much time loc
They have to die and come back three times to see them white folks
Take notes, cause you will be tested
Vested up, drunk as fuck, large caliber weapons
I feel you.. rap niggaz, fuckin it up
Monkey-mouthed muhfuckers, spoilin the cut
For real niggaz in the street, really hustlin weight
See they networks and blueprints on hip-hop tapes
Johnny law catchin on, soakin up the game
How you think they find the stash spots and follow the slang? stupid
Grown men playin cops and robbers
Death for dollars, Im too laid back to holla

[chorus 2x: (scratched by dj premier)]
[x] what a mess..
"and ruff up, the motherfuckin house" - gza
"hope yall niggaz hearin this right"
"we.. we gon.. we gon gon win"

[xzibit]
Look at what we leavin behind
We back at square one, ridin, with nuttin to ride fo
Dyin for nuttin worth dyin fo
The blind lead the blind with a blindfold, with "eyes wide shut"
Save mine up, cause nothin ever last forever
Never nothin out of my reach, we blast whoever
I can split a muhfucker from his ass to his last thought
Shit talk, then stomp through the asphault
Its yo fault we tow-truck for your outline
In due time, youll find, the world is mine
So I listen to the rhetorhic, jealousy and the ignorance
Cant stop me nigga, my mind too militant
God blessed me with a chin
And a heavy right-left combination thatll cave your face in
So dont make me hurt you, patience is virtue
They only got a few of us let, huh

[chorus]

[xzibit]
Primo.. turn me up..
Now its two-thousand-and-two; where kids do
Whatever the fuck they wanna do, huh, sad but true
Wanna take another life like its the thing to do
Shit, we the biggest gang, flaggin red white and blue baby
Designer drugs, pimps and thugs
Cant shoot, innocent folks, hit with slugs
One day its gon all make sense, til then
Use your brains and your strength its your best defense, cmon

[chorus w/ variations]

[x] what a mess..

 

What U See Is What U Get

Speaking:
And so it was written, and after all these things,
I saw another angel come down from heaven
Having great power and the eath was lighted with his glory
And he cried mightily with the strong voice saying "Babylon the great has
fallen,
it's fallen and has become the habitation of devils
and the home to every fowl spirit and a cage of very unclean and hateful men"

What you see is what you get now
Xzibit never wait around for kick downs, get my own shit, blowe
Shot heard around the world
Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple
To make things simple my existance is to ripple through time
Only concern is what is mine, divine, never monkey shine
walkin' down the very thin line, holdin' wait, runnin' crazy in the streets,
yeah
Plus the company I keep work in overtime
while you oversleep don't wanna see none of this evil I speak
Around on the atlas, cume la matra, the super actress
You all get close-lined and pinned the mattress
All day, every day, every which way
Who said to can't have your take, you need a tune (fuck you)
This is a hard time on planet earth
for what it's worth Xzibit stand station without reabilitation like this

Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters,
gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it
moving

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home
And that's the real shit

You got more than you bargained for
Hit the floor I pull a fast one to let you know that today could be your last
one,
black, take your breath like an asthma attack
Just a slave like Flava Flav, you're blind to the fact
Mr. X to the Z the Liks and King T
guranteed to bring the house down naturally
Niggas knowin' no limits lime Master P
makin' you motherfuckin' bastards see,
what, a whole different breed of MC
Realize it's you against me, catch a three-hundred and sixty degree
roundhouse to the mouth right
and like the sun, make the hot shit shine bright
I feelin' like my whole life is a green light never turn red
'cause I strike like a rattle-snake, lock like a dread
Niggas wanna bump heads but they better off dead
Came crashin' through the door like the Feds, bring it

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home
And that's the real shit

And yeah, everybody start to rush
Swingin' through is your friendly neighborhood lush
I crack your bottle than watch how Xzibit bust
I regulate like a killer with a nickel plate
Uh set it straight and start to shakin' you down, breakin' new ground,
construction work
heavy artilary, put your dick in the dirt
Stay alert, the game is rough so you might get hurt
Slug burnt through your jacket, through your sweater, through your shirt
Get cut from th belly up
I burnt the chain fast lane, suck my sugar cane
I'm tryin' to spart that niggas brain while you entertain trivial things,
material things, protected by the underground kings
who rule the land with an iron fist
The "Men In Black", if we flash can't remember shit
You cross me, I'll make you pay like the government, I wanna kill Sam
'cause my package came short 12 grames, get the picture

Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters,
gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it
moving

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home, yeah, yeah

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home, yeah, yeah

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home

 

Whats The Difference

[phish] whats the difference between me and you? (repeat 2x)

[dr. dre]
Back when cube - was rollin wit lorenzo in a benzo
I was bangin wit a gang of instrumentals
Got the pens and pencils, got down to business; but sometimes
The business end of this shit can turn your friends against you
But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you
I still remember the window of the car that you went through
Thats fucked up, but Ill never forget the shit we been through
And ima do whatever it takes to convince you
Cuz you my nigga doc, and eazy Im still wit you
Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, and thats just bein real wit you
You see the truth is
Everybody wanna know how close me and snoop is
And who Im still cool wit
Then I got these fake-ass niggaz I first drew with
Claimin that they non-violent, talkin like they *voice sample*
Spit venom in interviews, speakin on reunions
Move units, then talk shit and we can do this
Until then - I aint even speakin your name
Just keep my name outta yo mouth and we can keep it the same
Nigga, it aint that Im too big to listen to the rumors
Its just that Im too damn big to pay attention to em
Thats the difference

Chorus: phish (repeat 2x)

Whats the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one - but you dont do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions
Im used to livin big dog style and straight coastin

[xzibit]
Yo I stay wit it
While you try to perpetrate, play wit it
Never knew about the next level until dre did it (yeah)
I stay committed while you motherfuckers baby-sitted
I smash you critics like a overhand right from riddick
(yeah!) come and get it, shitted on villians by the millions
I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings
So what the fuck am I supposed to do?
I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (come on!)
A heartless bastard, high and plastered
My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come down
Pass it around if you cant handle it
Hang hollywood niggaz by they soul train laminates
Whats the difference between me and you? (what? )
About five back accounts, three ounces and two vehicles
Until my death, Im bangladesh
I suggest you hold yo breath til aint none left
Yo thats the difference

Chorus

[eminem]
Aight, hold up hold up!
Stop the beat a minute!! I got somethin to say
Dre; I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin weed is in me
(the fuck? !) I dont know if I ever told you this, but I love you dawg
I got your motherfuckin back, just know this shit

[dre] riiight? .. slim, I dont know if you noticed it
But Ive had your back from day one, nigga lets blow this bitch
[em] i mean it dawg, you ever need somebody offed - whos throat is it?
[dre] well if you ever kill that kim bitch, Ill show you where the ocean is

[eminem]
Well thats cool, and I appreciate the offer
But if I do decide to really murder my daughters momma
Ima sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her
And cruise around wit her for seven hours through california
And have her wavin at people (hi!) then drop her off on the corner
At the police station and drive off honkin the horn for her
Raw dawg, get your arm gnawed off
Drop the sawed off and beat you wit the piece it was sawed off of
Fuck blood, I wanna see some lungs coughed up
Get shot up in the hot tub til the bubbles pop up
And they nose and cough snot up, mucus in hot water
Thats for tryin to talk like the chronic was lost product
Thats for even thinkin of havin them thoughts thought up!
You better show some respect whenever the docs brought up!!
So whats the difference between us? we can start at the penis
Or we can scream, "i just dont give a fuck," and see who means it!

Chorus 1.25x

 

Where It Hurts

[Xzibit]
Where Rock at?
Rock here yet?
It's all good

[Verse 1]
I done came too far, can't turn back now
Pull it out, get it up, can't put shit down
Best believe to achieve gotta struggle to get it but peep it
It's like you got a body somebody just to keep it
Ain't no secret how the west coast do it
Stick a fork in it, done deal disputed (yeah)
Holdin two black aces for the smilin faces
It's a chess game nigga, better count ya spaces
We gon find the weakest link, fuck what you niggaz think
Pump gon repeat and grind y'all to mincemeat
I can't retreat, refusin to lose (yeah)
Walk one day in the X man's shoes

[Chorus]
Make shit happen, stomp and smashin'
On and crackin, who want action
Pistol packin, fuck relaxin'
Hit u where it hurts
Make you feel it, can't conceal it
If it breaths then I can kill it
Come and get it, custom-fitted
Hit u where it hurts

[Verse 2]
I might as well buy a suit right now
Put money on my books downtown to get ready for trial
Look, ya only gotta tell me once
Better wake up and smell these blunts
What's really behind the front
Ain't no parts about me punk
We can thump, don't get too close
Because you might get slump kicked
Front page material, I serial kill shit
Only that real shit, we can scrap or slap clips
My tactics range from Attila the Hun
To Genghis Kahn to the rice fields of Vietnam
Atom bomb my name tag across the sky
Eye for an eye, somebody got to die now

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
The points that I make be hollow
X a hard act to follow
Disappear in front of your eyes, besides
I switch up rides at least five times
Dangerous minds, caught behind enemy lines
Read the signs, better yet you pick your place
Got a 4-4 eagle to split your face
Nigga you be safe we invade your space
Beat you, beat your team, then beat the case
Poker face, niggaz can't read me yo
Green light a mothafucker fa sho, let's go
Stay low, we the unforgiven
Hard to touch like pussy in Britain
Can't stop me from living, muh-fucka

 

Wild Pitch

[ras kass]

(yea, yea yeah)
What, you dont want it, niggas liver than teen summit
The wild pitch, americas most drunk and blunted
Stick to fishes, black widows kick this vicious
Hot shit bitch, wild pitch

[jah skillz]

Im the, funkalistic, rapper choke an instant
Got mixed wit, malibu rums and mistic
Im a whole lot on it, yea just a smidget
Just cuz I live by the beach like ? gidget?
You must think Im small time like that biz midget
Add three piece smart mouth like bitches
And you got me, jah killa jet ski ills
Take me to the edge like poppin pills
Straight up, no chase, hold up unless Im bein followed
Never swallow anything unless its from a bottle
And thats the whole truth, and nothin but the truth so help me god
By the powers invested upon my 5 footaz squad
You aint ready, oh cuz you dress like psychadelli
You the gmc like chevy, I put a levy on yo cash flow
Just a little something to let yo ass know
Who to give 2 kind to when you pass go

Chorus [xzibit]

You dealin wit alumni criteria
The ones that throwin wild pitches in ya area
Strikin you out, sending you back to the dugout
We goin up to your microphones pullin the plug out
Superior, alumni criteria, we the mcs that you make you feel inferior
Throwin wild pitches, fuckin your riches and your bitches
Rasassination, jah skillz, and xzibit

[ras kass]

I ejaculate on blind justice wit the jurys se quested
And escape, run in a niggas face like hannibal lector
The aqua-mati, my pen is penitentiary
Potenially plain paid for protocall pacific pro perfect cap pealer
Performing skull circumsitions, when I position the prism
Permiscuis wit other peoples pussy ? pawn? wit the playa like big pun
Poisonous poet, I master "p" like uhhhhhhh!!!
Skillz ? cotted? enabled
Herb you just and ingrown hair in the world of tweezers
We can dance before I crack mcs like gator in jungle fever
Got them speakin in number like soundscan
Severed the ears off your soundman, black israelite
Like four-hundred and forty-four thousand
Niggas talk like dog, well walk like cat
Im ozzy osbourne bitin the head off of rats
When they started bustin, fuck the russian
We playin west indian roulette, ? some of mine? blind get wet
>from new jack to vet I can modem
Comes off like three adams apples in the inner scrotum
My rhyme ? , clearin my sinus, bitch slime on your iceberg
And let the virus cross appliance

Chorus

[xzibit]

Give birth to earth to planet, we harder than granite
And concrete, man made could never compete, complete down to the core
Weighing in tons, hotter than lava, god, javi, jahovah, allah heavenly father
Nuns to bank robbers, wealth beyond the dollar
Here to school the scholar, make new born babies
No live for no bitch or lady, they try to play me
We flowin like the mississsippi to the river euphrates
One-hundred and eighty times two, one complete rotation
Fit any situation for a small donation, live on location
Third planet from the sun
Travel 24 hours you spend a lifetime to run
Witness the slave shot he bolted to a gat and a gun
>from hitler, musolini, to attila the hun
Imagine existence wit no fear, tears never shed here
One day for me could last a thousand years
The first element baby, one two....

Chorus

 

X

Yeah, ladies and gentleman
Broadcasting live to you and yours
It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit
Yeah, bounce it
Come on

The first day of the rest of my life
X stand behind the mic like Walker Kronkike
Y'all keep the spotlight
I'm keeping my rhymes tight
Lose sight of what you believe
And call it a night
This ain't the light-weight, cake mix shit
That you're used to
Teflon territory you just can't shoot through
You gon shoot who? (Who?)
Not even on your best day
Rollin' the Wild West way, givin' it up
Leavin' the whole world stuck not givin' a fuck
Laid in the cut now we break through in the rut
Hennesy and Orange Juice baby fill up a cup
Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze
Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities
Overcrowd the house like lockdown facilities
Bitches be quick to give me brains while I post the range
Going up and down my dick like the stock exchange

(X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound
(X) Won't even say your own name when I come around
(X) Stay on top but remain from the underground
(X) to the Z and we all in the family

(X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound
(X) Won't even say your own name when I come around
(X) Stay on top but remain from the underground
(X) to the Z and we all in the family

Ever since Xzibit has spit, been on some pimp shit
Approach every woman like a potential mistress
Shine bright, make sure that X stay tight
Cause tonight I might meet my next X wife
Mr. Big Chief Reefa, Xzibit use his dick like a Visa
I run it through and money come out
Runnin' your mouth, I'll have somebody run in your house
Ravel your spouse and have a little fun on the couch
Now you know that it was bound to happen
I came to give you what you lackin'
Whenever you hear them other niggas rappin
Rockin' chains, stadium, paladiums, cracked craniums
My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium
Drop tops sittin' on twenties
Using rappers like crash test dummies
Stackin' real estate and money
It's funny how things change overnight
When you thinking right
I beat the odds like Ike beat on his first wife

(X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound
(X) Won't even say your own name when I come around
(X) Stay on top but remain from the underground
(X) to the Z and we all in the family

(X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound
(X) Won't even say your own name when I come around
(X) Stay on top but remain from the underground
(X) to the Z and we all in the family

What an event?
We hardcore 100%
Making it stick, Los Angeles proudly presents
The real deal, how does it feel?
No special effects
Yank the chain off of your neck
Demand the respect
Now all your conversations sound strange to me
It be like everybody around me done changed but me
I stand alone on my own two feet
Stagger tracks, strangle the beat
Restless no time for sleep
Niggas be weak, I'm concrete like Bejamin Greet
It's a very thin line between a foe and a friend
Straight to the chair
(Not these niggas again)
Come back, bounce in the spot and slide right in
I ain't trying to see nothing but progress, regardless
Home of the heartless, move right, remain cautious
Represent nothing but the hustle and struggle
Hennesy, rock plenty of ice, making a double, now SCREAM

(X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound
(X) Won't even say your own name when I come around
(X) Stay on top but remain from the underground
(X) to the Z and we all in the family

(X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound
(X) Won't even say your own name when I come around
(X) Stay on top but remain from the underground
(X) to the Z and we all in the family

[Snoop Dogg]
So there you have it
A-B-C D-P-G-C
X to the motherfuckin' Z
Mr. Xuberant, Mr. Xtravagant
Xtrodinary, Mr. Xalata
X 'em with a little bit of Xtasy
X-ing a bitch out if you tryna test a g
And what's the recipe?
Xcalibur weaponary
And we shoot Xceptionally
That there is hot
X marks the spot?
Fuck naw, X spots the marks
Xclamation point niggas

 

Xzibit and Tash Freestyle

"I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that
I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that" [Redman]

[Xzibit]
>From now till forever it's the Likwit MC
X to the Z, you get Banned From TV
Fuckin wit me, Likwit niggas L-A-C
Captivate, visually stimulate the whole country (what you see?)
In God we trust, but don't trust us
I'm ready to bust some lead in disgust
My homie Tony Touch said "Relax, roll a dutch"
I'm on the grind like a clutch, bust ya, they never had this much
That'll take it to the streets, play the game never forfeit
This same time next year, we goin corporate
You can't force what don't fit
Your style is like a pistol wit no kick, you're weak and you don't hit
Bitches catch nuttin but dick, fuck the BS
Beat it to death, call Triple Seis, Triz from TS
Yeah, Hennesey For Everbody in my empire
Enemies get Kennedy-ed in my line of fire

[Tash]
Tash swings like Mark McGwire, X swings like Sammy Sosa
These guns up in my hoslter got me on the wanted poster
Runnin from the law, tryin to stay low-key
Old E and D&D lace the 50 MC
Then it's back to LAX, rough beats and concepts
They know they can't smoke me so they send me bomb threats
I'm rough like sex wit my ex
Tash beat the pussy up for old times sake, and then he just
Dash to cassettes, I hold the vinyl title
Xzibit holds it down wit the rifle
I'm runnin wit the trifle, LA tell these thugs
That New York City don't need no Bloods (why?)
Cuz next comes the Crips, that's when the city flips
Niggas dyin over colors when it's all about the chips
So read it off the lips of the Alki bum-rusher
I'll fuck you up so bad Tony wouldn't wanna Touch ya

Xzibit Freestyle

You are now tuned in to the golden state
To all my niguhs on the streets and behind closed gates
Continue to maintain daily and carry the weight
And all my folks on the outside continue to rise
Finally released to the rest of the nation, anticipation
Was killin me, my niguh flex said niguhs is feelin me
Larger than life baby with crazy respect
You know these alkaholik niguhs guaranteed to get you wet
Dont sweat the technique cause I was put on the street
To delete the weak minded, if youve got beef then grind it
Most niggaz is blinded by the glamour and glitz
But I dont fuck with that shit
Your only dope was your last hit
Constantly lit up from the place where we hit em
In the wrong hair dresser have you leavin in an ambulance stretcher
Xzibit heard a thousand strikes
I give a fuck about five mics, and kerosine lights
All I need is my royalty checks my ice cold becks
So bitch you dig ruff sex with funkmaster flex
Bringin it live from my tape deck from n.y.c.
To the we.s.t. switch the x to the z
You are now tuned in to the golden state
To all my niggaz on the streets and behind closed gates
Continue to maintain daily and carry the wieght
And all my folks on the outside continue to rise

 

Year 2000

I wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute
Yea thanks for the lighter
Anybody smoke here?
Aight, thats more for me you punk
Motherfuckers
Look, check it out, look

[verse 1]
Everybody, he was born to hustle
Its a very thin line between the boss
And the muscle
We foot soldiers
Face first in the trenches
Only time Im on my back is fucking these
Hoes and weight bitches
Hells kitchen, raw kitchen
Never crying and bitching and settling
For less
Metal in your chest, take a final breath
Revolutionary
Its x-man the mercenary
Carry a .44 desert eagle
Feeding the people even if it aint legal
Low-riding in the regal or the cadillac
Money stacked 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
Its dedicated to my soldiers on the
Front line
This ones for all of us
Thinking bout your casualties
Learn from mistakes, protect your family
Cause its the year 2000

[verse 2]
Everybody wannabe king
Fuck everything
All this shit is bout to me mine
I hear it all the time
Live your life for the day
Easier to burn than papier-mache
Started with dre
Graduate to radioplay
I still aint satisfied
Bout to blast off worldwide
Get in line check the politics
Ever wonder why only certain
Motherfuckers get rich
Aint this a bitch
Barely can eat, barely can pee
I dedicate my life to the street
Its 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 aint nobody sposed to be here
Besides us
Catch a flatline

[chorus 2x]

[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
Its going down, hit the ground like a
Plane crash
You lil fags aint 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]
Year 2000

 

You Better Believe It

[Xzibit]
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, we keep it bouncin like this
Yeah, huh, we keep it movin like
Listen, listen, look..

The most wanted man in America, I +Soul Assassinate+ your character
Quickly embarass ya as easy as fuck!
Pressin my buttons nigga is just like pressin your luck
China-white, a hundred percent, pure uncut
Detonate, Little Kuwait, I'm blowin shit up
Go ahead, make your mistake, and throw that punch
I'ma pull this forty-four Mag and make you strip
then walk down the street naked, some gangsta shit
Make it complete, I yell dance, shoot at your feet (Dance nigga!)
Niggaz be weak, I found out you talk in your sleep
Since you a bitch, you came back, went in for more cash
Baseball both of your legs, I'll trip on your ass

[Chorus: Xzibit]
You never stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know
It ain't the dollars it's the principle of it so love it or leave it
Forever hardcore, so you better believe it
In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back
Move units the same way I used to move crack
You never stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know

[Xzibit]
Yeah, yeah, most of the time I'm totin a nine
in my waistline or behind this close to my spine
I write these, negative fines, and heat for lines
Last seen in a black trenchcoat, at Columbine
Peep the design, make your remains hard to find
I ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line
Most niggaz got guns but still don't know how to aim right
I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin daylight

[Chorus]

[King Tee]
We sit upon a plateau, with guns and cash flow
Sadaam and Castro, terror to the last blow
I mash dough and half these cats you ass slow
It's relative, and all positively negative
It's like, cuz flashin his gat, thinkin he cute
while I'm paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot
+Assassinate+ the +Soul+ and bring life
A fascinatin flow by King Trife, listen
I'm in a fucked up position, my baby momma keep bitchin
Niggaz is dry snitchin, and switchin
Not to mention, my cousin cookin crack in my kitchen
So why the fuck you think my braincells keep flippin?
Plus most niggaz round these parts got weak hearts
Call theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark
You mark, cross me and pay that tax
Punch you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker!

[Chorus 2X]

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