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Xzibit – Shroomz
Verse 1.
Its a long day Friday
Its like movin on this way
Got Xzibit up tight, right
Partner cam through wit two white boys
(duuude)
Talkin noise bout a hot spot
Where bitches come alone
And niggas dont cop block
Let the top drop
And we out
Hit the liquor store
Give me O.E. and three blunts
No make it four
Anything else
(Vitamin C pills and orange juice)
What are you drinking gin
(no dude its the shroomz)
The shroomz? (what?)
Yeah thats some other shit
One of the reasons why George Clinton sees the mother ship
How high it make you get
Fucked up?
Throw it up, guts
Or do it have you stuck wit soft dick and cant fuck
Hold up
Verse 2.
Now chew ‘em up and slam the orange juice
Vitamin c chase
Kill the taste
You can tell its nasty by the look on my face
Dont get it twisted like a nigga coked up
And druggied down
See cannibus and mushrooms be comin from the ground
All natural
Post it at the club
Looking funny style
Tight slack
Pimp feather hat
Where the bitches at
Here
We giving orders at the bar holding money
When all of a sudden
All the people started looking funny
And started lookin runny
And likwitfy
Right before my very eye
This is a different kind of high
(ohh shit, you see this shit
This motherfuckers melting and shit)
Verse 3.
Niggas and bitches walkin by that I recognize
Feeling hypnotized
Pupils dialated changing size
Thats when I heard the battle cries from across the room
Set thes crooked niggas straight
Nickel proof
Activate
For mom
I brought wild niggas smashing you
Came crashing through
Elbows and right hooks for you
We got thrown out by this time
My shit is blown out
Pull the phone out
Accelleration and we bone out
In the zone out beyond
Captain Kurk and cling on
Shit that im on
Be high powered like a yukon
Back to my house
Fucked up
Trying to see straight
How much of that bullshit did I actually take
(2 grams duuude)
God damn
No wonder why I feel like a underneath total white boy fagot
We got beef
Over did it holms
Niggas playin bones in the living room
Restless
Try to find anything to mess with
Where my keys at
Pickin up clothes
Trying to fold this shit
See my riot gage on teh wall
Better unload this shit
Fucked up niggas and fire arms dont mix right
Cocked back the chamber
Dumping shells till it felt lite
Thought I dumped the all
Counted 7
But it was 8
Straight gone
Point the barrel at teh flow and let it go
(fuck!, shit!…wooow…ah ah ah its cool, I just shot the flow man.
Its all good, its all good…ah ah where everbody at, ah shit (haha)
Fuckin wit dat shit
Xzibit – Recycled Assassins
Featuring Montageone
Hook:
There’s no escape from the ones who harassin’
The reason for the illin’ is the reason for askin’
Now I try to school ‘em on the killin’ and blastin’
But season after season they recycle assassins now
Montageone:
He’s too advanced for his own good
He didn’t get a second chance to see the glock pointed at his hood
Makin’ his way through the rain he’s caught in the game
He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain
Nothin’s changed in a city flask
Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, forever
Until the job is done and no one’s left
My man Jeff told me with his very last breath
To watch moms
But they got her with the car bomb
Pop tried to save her second blast got his arm
Niggas play for keeps like casino
Baby’s has got fathers just got back from doin’ Chino
With nothin’ to lose loose screws in the attic
The only skill a nigga knows is how to strip an automatic
And stash the barrel stab a nigga something terrible
Death resume 20 kill in incredible time
No guilt and shame
On the mind stuck a nigga for lookin’ didn’t know he was blind
So I find
Mankind is a serious threat
To another others kind when there’s something to get
In a vet gonna fast jet to the spot to see what they got
Nobody saw shit cause it’s not
Cool to brake the rule of the code of the streets
Niggas frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheets
And it’s deep how blood drys as a mother crys
Open eyes gettin’ landed on by flys
There’s no disgues for the ones who harassin’
The reason for the illin’ is the reason for askin’ now
Hook
Xzibit:
I came from a family of one girl and three boys
Fuck playin’ with toys our fun was on the block
Watchin’ all the cats negotate the neighborhood stock
My job was to come runnin’ whenever cops was comin’
My older brother I figure was the ring leader
Whenever these cats move they all bring heaters
All black and nickel plated (c’mon)
Soon became fasinated bitches cars and kicks
And look at how fast they made it
My younger brother gave less than a fuck he was content
With G.I. Joe and Tonka trucks
But I want butts, livin’ first class delux
15 years old soldier ready to serve these clucks
My older brother was touched
It’s a game where you don’t play gotta have cane
Crack house for my birthday
The next day my brother shot in cold blood by the police
In a rage he lived but he payed the price
Caught with keys 25 to life
Takin’ in by the crew time to standed on my own two (c’mon nigga)
But as I marinated thinkin’ about the hood
I really can’t remember my body doin’ good
For long big decisions somebody got to make ‘em
Undercover recognize the face now can’t shake a
Phone tap (what) and now I’m in the belly of the beast
Use to sittin’ in leather sheets now I’m sittin’ awaitin’ release
Visitors day, my younger brother came down
Put the toys down excited about the first round
He bust I was crushed to finally see
The solution to the problem could of started with me
It’s on now
Hook
Xzibit – Pussy Pop
Featuring Method Man & Jayo Felony
[Method Man]
It’s the Meth in the house! Ha, yeah, break it down.
[Xzibit]
When it’s all said in done, we gon’ be on top
Cause we don’t stop, now, lock it down, hit the spot
And clown; Niggas relyin on special effects
While the khakis and chronic, got the bitches still breakin they neck
Move the crowd without breakin a sweat
Trend setter, with a Beretta, so keep it on deck
Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna move through the set
Don’t be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept
At a night club, talkin bout you don’t go out
And you tryin to got to school and make a certain amount
But the last part, I just couldn’t figure it out
I guess its real hard to talk with a dick in your mouth
Lightweight, like confetti, steadily tested by motherfuckers who ain’t ready
To deal with the legendary
Soopafly, emcee, and bullett logo
Shot callers, clear the whole block like we po-po
Chorus: Method Man
Round and round we go, it don’t stop
Till we all get dough, c’mon, make it hot
Baby girl to the pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop, pop!
Lookin good with your stink-ass
Type of ass make a nigga pull it over fast
Make it hot, baby girl to pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop!
[Jayo Felony]
Well, you gotta pop the pussy, get rid of the next with a name on your gums
It’s the ?Bidulo Gang? bitch, we both want some
You got titties and ass
But I got a dick and some cash
You ain’t talkin bout shit
Then I’ma smash, bitch
On three, on me, bitch, you my property
Daddy Jayo Felony, ain’t nobody stoppin me
And I said daddy, bitch thats what you gon’ call me
I ain’t no simp or a wimp
I’ma motherfuckin pimp
Tear spots in my hoes, make they high-heels fall off
You got me ? the fuck-up, if you think I’m goin soft
On ya; I’m hard on my hoes that’s how it goes
Bitch, get up off your toes, and get my six-four
? My name, you bounced, so you might as well break bread
And only Dulo niggas know, whats the head
My name is Billy Loco and this is my opinion
I’m coming from SD, and Dulo is my religion
Be-b-b-b- atch!
Chorus
[Xzibit]
I don’t save or pray, or ? clothes
All I really wanna do is win the game, fuck hoes!
In Jamaica, at the Half Moon Villa, with a killa
And a cocain dealer, layin low from the law
See it all comes down to who’s quick to draw first
Pay attention, prevention, ridin off in a hearse
Mister X to the you know me
Thousand-dollar bitches wanna pop the pussy for free
The disfunctional member of the Alkoholik family tree
Frequently bang bitches, Wu-Tang, Killer Bee
Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina Coloda
At the Ramada, make you work hard like Donna
For the cheese, got you down on your hands and knees
After that we kick back and burn up some trees
Mad shout, cause Xzibit’s not the type to be treatin
I’m an Alkoholic and I’m late for my meeting
(Come on, Like that!)
Chorus
Xzibit – Positively Negative
Featuring King Tee
King Tee:
Now let me introduce whose first
The nigga that’s been down
With the set since birth
Whatever it was worth
I checked in on the norm
Since a juvenile callin’
Shots in the dorm
Moms said you better get right
Or shake the spot
I chose to break and be a rollin’ stone
Like pop
Stashin’ the rocks by the gats
With the Gs
So I can talk crazy when the narks yell freeze!
I don’t fight the feelin’
Gotta hustle with a passion
Comin’ cross state to put you down
With some action
In actuallity I keeps it real in the streets
Remininsin’ younger days
Over gangsa ass beats
And I,
Hit the weed
Til myeye balls bleed
While my life is corrupted
By lust and greed
Serve you anything from cocaine
Up to speed
I came with the drank
So here’s five on the weed
Xzibit:
See kids don’t belong
Up in grown folks buisness
The Likwit niggas rollin’ through with a thickness
Sickness bear witness
Like tequlla without a chaser
It burns going down
Niggas guarenteed to drown
Legendary sound
From the west coast underground
The mighty King Tee
And Mr. X to the Z, see
Never underestimate the power
Of the X man
Dismantle your plans
Or just catch you with a back hand
Xzbit bring it to you live
With the know how
Cool in a gang
And ain’t about to change
My lifestyle
Catchin’ bodies in this uphill battle
But Xzibit unravel
Have smoke will travel
I bust Teflon rhymes
Into the crowd, bitch
You anin’t Steve Rif
So stop trying to get Loud
You need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision
Xzibit still winnin’
Unanimous decisions
King Tee:
It’s going down
Once again everybody lay down
Run your money and the jewels
To the front without a sound
The infamous supreme King Tee
Glad to meet ya
Derranged in the mothafuckin’ brain
Through ya speaka and hey
I walk around the hood lookin’ looped
Strapped like a mothafuckin’
Desert strom troop
Niggas be like “King Tila
How you get that Benz?”
By sending birds to Oklahoma City
To my friends
I slang my gangsta funk
Through the night
Sometimes I fight
Like I’m the ghost of Eric Wright
Compton is where I dwell
It’s like hell
Slangin’ the shit that got the smokers
In a spell
And all my homies live lives
Like crooks
Rich and infamous
Hoes wanna look but get shook
Cause we don’t trust you hoes
You’ll have a nigga fucked up
With a bullet through his clothes
Positively nothings positive
Negativity positively how we live
Positively nothings positive
Negativity positively how we live
Xzibit:
Ladies and gentlemen
Undivided attention
Xzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson
It’s the…
Most dangerous things next to grizzles
Unsolved mysteries
Xzibit hit you penetentary style
Quick sharp and straight to the neck
I’m heavy on your chest
I’m all up in your life
Like stress
The coast that resides to your left
Whre niggas perpitrate
And catch a fate worse than death
And like Cyanide I’m hard to detect
Got more desighns and stragiht lines
Than an architect
King Tee chapter four
Verse seven reads
Xzibit shall come and break down humanity
Niggas lose ther’re sanity
Trying to handle me
Dysfunctional member of the Alkaholik family
Xzibit – Paparazzi
Intro
1996, the Disfunctional member of the Alkohaliks family
It’s XZIBIT, Bring it live, one time, like this
Verse One
Sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth my while
Xzibit stay versitile
With Million Dollar lifestyle
And I can feel it as a child growin’ up
The niggaz that were real and the niggaz that were scared as fuck
That’s why Xzibit only roll with a chosen few
You ain’t really real, I can tell when I look at you
So ease off the trigga talk, you ain’t killin shit
It’s not affecting me or the niggaz that I’m chillin with
I don’t believe the hype or buy a Woof ticket
Nigga you make a gang of noise and never seem like a cricket
I guess that’s why we never kick it
A lot of niggaz are soft and get tossed tryin to fuck with the liquid
How many niggaz do you know like this?
Also claimin that they’re riding but they really turn bitch
It don’t make sense
Either you’re a soldier from the start
Or an actor with a record deal tryin to play the part
Like dat
Chorus:
It’s a shame
Niggaz in the rap game
Only for the money and the fame
EXTRA LARGE
It’s a shame
Niggaz in the rap game
Only for the money and the fame
Paparazzi (2x)
Verse Two
I don’t need no lights no cameras
Just action god dammit
Never no superstar
I’m more like a planet
So my composure is kept while others start to sweat
A merchant from the fog with my fucked up dialogue
Try to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt
And niggaz you spent it on, would not give a fuck
Now that’s deep, how deep, It’s deeper than Atlantis
Home of the scandalous
Big Bad Los Angeles
Dangerous, Vandelous
Yo, not to be trusted
So how the fuck is you hard
Not being scared by the boulevard
I’m pulling that card and sayin Gin muthafuckar
Flowin like liquid, soak it in muthafuckar
I’m breakin it down, my sounds, so crowds are like deaf
From the West
Puttin whole counties to the test
It’s all in perspective
Breaker one-nine copy
This is for the niggaz gettin caught up in the Paparazzi
Chorus
Verse Three
Niggaz smoke stress and cross dress
But I just play the back
Others going through schemes and pipe dreams
For a contract
Real tightly rolled, fuck ‘em all how I feel
I made a cool half mil
Before I had a record deal
There for you look and stare like it’s magic
Too much of anything can make you an addict
When devils be startin static, forgot the automatic
I set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate, but wait
Who dare to cross this path
Yo, I do ya like math
Cut with glass, make a blood bath
So on behalf of all niggaz I get drunk with
Smoke a lot of blunts with
I dispose of your punk shit
Keep it all in perspective
Carbon Copies gettin caught up in the Paparazzi
Chorus
Xzibit – Nobody Sound Like Me
Featuring Montageone
Intro:
Interviewer:
If you saw you walking on a street and a
Black man were comin’ torward you
What would you be feeling?
Scared man:
Just one single black man? (yeah)
I really don’t fear that
You know but if it’s a group I’m talking from age thirt
Even thirteen even younger than
Thirteen. Yes I will walk across the street.
Interviewer:
Well let me ask you this…
Hook:
“I don’t want niggas soundin’ like me” -Ghostface Killah on ‘Shark Niggas
(Biters)’
“I don’t want niggas soundin’ like me knowhatI’msayin’?” (x2)
Xzibit:
Yo we gettiin’ restless me and D.O.G.s
Never pretendin’ rather we sendin’ a very clear message
Either you with me or against me punk hit ‘em up
Provide housin’ for these shrimp from the shells we dump
I’m makin’ ‘em bounce other niggas fail to bump
Til we takin’ advantage of inflicting irreversable damage
It’s the long awaited anticipated Likwit MC
Bombin’ first cause I feel it’s better to give then receive
You better believe
Xzibit stays savage above the average
When niggas try to switch turn bitch for the cabbage
But see all that irrelevant it’s like tryin’ to turn a whore celibate
I dance with the devil for the hell of it
Burning down your lavish lanndscape on digital tape
Cause everything you rhymin’ about is actually fake
So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate
Thinkin’ you rankin’ top dollar but really counterfeit
Hook
Montageone:
Niggas we null and void I get swole like a keyloid
To overload your system with rhymes for millenniums
To shut down artists with beats the deep closure
Battlin’ top rank for bank and exposure
So open up your door to me Cause if it’s closed
I’m a brakin’ in with some pantyhose
Over the mic
So you don’t know who I sound like
Executing those who record and bite to sound tight
It’s not permitted by the right
The Gustopo surprising these niggas like Benny Blanco
Remember me man? You thought I was a fan till I threw you in the back of a
Van
Yo these Drop Squad delegates rhymes are delicate
I spit on the mic to get these MC’s pussys wet
For those with plans to clone me thee original
It can’t be done I’m digital (digital)
Hook
Xzibit:
Yo who wanna come see the hard rock?
The non stop green block yo whole block recieve speed knot
You need not
Get brave my bullets never graze
They hit close to home seperating flesh from bone
So better get off on your own bitch
Rollin’ chrome shit tryin’t to own shit
I was molded, after the best that the streets had to offer
The author of my own destiny
So I suggest you stop stressin’ me
I’ll find out when I pull my nine out and blow your mind out
Play a deadly game with no fouls and no time outs
Inhale large amounts of dojah forever ready like a soldier
I’m lock mode and shoot from the shoulder
And burn down your lavish landscape digital tape
Cause everything you rhyme about is actually fake
So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate
Thinkin’ you rankin’ top dollar but really counterfeit
Hook
“I don’t want niggas soundin’ like me. On no album”
Xzibit – Los Angeles Times
At this time, please extinguish all smoking materials
Return all seat backs, and tray tables
To their most upright, and long position
Also at this time please take care to fasten your seatbelt
Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A.
Chorus: Xzibit
Welcome to L.A.
Where you can see the whole city burning
Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving
And your kids ain’t learning shit, except this
Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else
(repeat 2X except last line)
Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times
Verse One: Xzibit
MC’s get fucked up, chopped like Braveheart
Don’t start what you can’t finish, serious bidness
Down La Seneca to bust a left on Venice
Where you can find me and mines — Los Angeles Times
Welcome to L.A.
Where every other day I’m taking the hat off my head
Givin respect to the dead, and avoid havin the same thing
Said about me, Xzibit stand underground
Like the roots of a tree, watered three times a day
Forty ounce Olde E, like a magnifying glass
Making it easier to see, the Mister X to the Z
Don’t peak, L.A., why test without vest-es
Stop lead projectile, Apocalypse Now
Love Allah not new car, faggot, superstar
Type of cat, fuck that, mash away in a
Diamond-white Concourse ‘Llac
Still black so the one-time react as if under attack
Ain’t nothin changed but district range, feel no pain
Mr. Big Bad Insane Black John McClane with
Liquor on the brain, down to earth like dirt
From the city where niggaz known for puttin in work
Chorus
Verse Two: Xzibit
Welcome to L.A.
If hand determine dick size, I’m palmin the Earth
Select turf, then plant bad seed and give birth
And make the hard work look easy fuh sheezee
Leavin you and your best man, stiffer than mannequins
Enough to break the skin on a Vietnam leatherneck
Marine drill sargeant, you nothin but a target (pow!)
Charge it to the game, gotta look beyond the brand name
Comin from the guts like I slammed down twenty cups
Of Hennesey straight, relate feel my hate
Xzibit flippin through these bitches like DJ trait
Translate to left field, only real niggaz follow
Bitches suck and swallow, I’m livin life behind the bottle
Never the role model, still shinin like a new automobile
Flow six-fo’, you can’t steal
Cause I got a kill switch with a itch for the action
While other rappers use mass weapons of destruction
To sell they shit
Chorus
Verse Three: Xzibit
El ve-te-rano, you can only pray to learn what I know
Ride slow across the horizon a lone desperado
Comin through the door bringin nothin but hits
Sometimes I feel like a matador, lookin at this bullshit
Niggaz pull rent from the crack of they ass
Maintain do your thang this too shall pass
I season beef with lead pieces then cook it with gas
I’m from the school of hard knocks way ahead in the class
Xzibit hard to get through, like bulletproof glass
Break it down like Johnny Cochran then mix it with hash
Your defense can’t last against advanced prosecution
Hit the airwaves like pollution — hey, here’s a solution
Take a trip to Washington then burn the Constitution
Top government officials locked down for prostitution
Recruitin the hard rocks mean streets keep producin
The world is a riot shit is mine for the lootin
Chorus
Everyone’s got to make a living (2X)
Chorus
Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A.
Xzibit – Handle Your Business
Featuring Defari Herut
[Xzibit]
Yeah, uh, what, worldwide
Yeah, Im forever, ever lastin, spread the wealth
Procrastination like masturbation, your fuckin yourself
So we gonna move on em quickly (what)
No chance to think about coming back
Chain smoke em, turn they lungs black
See I was raised to love black, but sometimes
Black folks wanna sweat you harder than the one-time
Never participate in dumb, def and blind shit
Plus I got my little man, so daily I’m reminded
The ride only gets rougher (right)
But I’ll be damned if me and my niggas suffer
Smuggle this motherucker with the raw shit, I’m blessed wit
Lookin at the world, burned for the young and the desperate
Showed heart, but got cardiac arrested
More than a nigga with an image and a press kit
The wreck hits, creates desert land, desolate
The whole intent to rock the shit, keep the herb lit
Chorus: Xzibit (Defari)
Handle your business before your business handles you
Mister X to the Z (and Defari Herut), one two
(Remain true, regardless what we go through)
Yeah, handle your business so you can stand on your on two
*repeat*
[Defari Herut]
Everyday I puts in down in LA, hustle in this
Assassin lyricist, serious, muscle in this
I call the bets, I know we got coordinates on more games to wreck
We blaze shows, never no Half Step
Tactics, B-Boys, no games no antics
No false images, no bullshit semantics
We planned this, for hundred of thousands
Reignin/Rainin on they brains with lyrics, from the mountains
Don’t contemplate what you can’t even demostrate
Defari lottery draftpick, never the second rate
Nigga who wanna hate but front like its all great
I gots no time for these emotional niggas, I gots to motivate
Moves to make, best rhyme straight
That’s for the old school, this here’s our year, it’s time to elevate
Handle this, don’t hesitate got money to make
Push maximum levels from the Golden State
Chorus
[Defari Herut]
This combination’s high calibre
Hatians stay amazed and confused like this was algebra
I’m scoutin the, best land for property
Never sloppily, picture someone stoppin me
>From gettin mine, line after line
And you wonder why I call these fake niggas Miller
They think they Genuine; I’m startin to shine, imported Italian
With a custom made Herut charm as my medallion
[Xzibit]
Seem like, I recite the same prayer every night
Watch my folks, make sure my dogs stay tight
And fully prepared to gunfight in broad daylight
Till then, lick it to the chin, let it begin
We could break bread or break skin; and watch me send it
Try not to break the law, sometimes I gotta bend it
And my directions, suggest for your own protection
You motherfuckers keep it movin like an intersection
Chorus
Serious business *scratched in background*
Fuck you, like that Mr. X to the Z, Defari Herut. Yeah, yeah right? *3X*
What, keep it movin like this y’all
Xzibit – Foundation
Verse 1
When I look you in your eyes I can see my own
Straight love manifested in flesh and bone
You’s a breath of fresh air in this world of shit
You was born to be a soldier don’t ever forget
Hit back when hit
Use force that’s effective
All these bitches and women
Son, please be selective
This is California can’t stick your dick in everything
We will survive necessarily by any means
Let no man ever hold you down or supress you
It’s the 90′s the police just arrest you,
Disrespect you on occasion take life
By the time you come of age they’ll probably blast on sight
It’s a shame they protect them but try to serve us
When your neck is on the line stand ground then bust
In God we trust but just incase keep it loaded and locked
Ready to rock
Then shake the spot
The Foundation
Verse 2
You came from a long line of killers and drug dealers
Who forever smoke bud
So it’s probably in your blood
Realize you can only run the streets so long
Then the streets run you into the ground then gone
It’s kinda ruff trying to teach you what’s right from wrong
Same shit different day
It’s the same ol’ song
If the time ever comes that I meet my match
Take control of my assets
Fuck startin’ from scratch
Take care of your mother
Keep yourself on track
Just cause niggas get behind you don’t mean they got your back
Beware of the serpent
Cause there’s a time in life the mothafucker will strike
And try to make you loose sight
Don’t be a fake mothafucker tryin’ to keep shit real
Fill cassettes with idle threats with no guts to kill
Son if you ever pull heat
Then use it
If you got a chance to walk away
Then do it
Total domination takes full concentration in all situations
A solid foundation
Verse 3
You are the foundation
Begining of a new generation
I remember hospital hallway pacin’
I was anxious as fuck to see your face shine
Only to find that yours looked like mine
So it’s like I’m livin’ twice at the exact same time
In this life you can’t press stop
Then press rewind
Gotta live to the fullest never follow behind no man
Have your own plan, expand your mind
Ain’t no paper thin game to raise wannabe thugs
This is nothing but love
Via sattelite Muggs
Take heed when it’s your turn to bring new life
Make sure it’s the woman you gonna make your wife
Be prepared for the worst
But expect the best
No matter where life takes you
Come home to the West
Survival takes more than just gats and guns
That’s words to live by
From a father to a son
Foundation
Xzibit – Focus
Yo, turn it up a little so you (Focus)
Homeboy I ain’t never gon let em take me under
I maintain with a mindframe to bring the rain and the thunder
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
And focus(focus) on the days and times(focus) that approach us
Verse 1
Bad seeds is planted to grow large and toke us
Whatever is left will be eaten alive by the locusts
Hear me not, believe me later
You can feel the animosity through this Irwin Vega
A full clip to make this bullshit stop
I’m in the struggle to bring the underground to the top
Head lock, Las Angeles, home of the scandalous
And beautiful bitches, smell the aroma
Nothin but doja, the Likwit soldier
Quick to fold you in half, sit back and laugh at you
Xzibit standing firm ground like a stone statue
You ever have a .45 slug blown at you?
We unstoppable, so everything is possible
Chorus
Xzibit maintain focus till the casket drop
That’s (focus) the only to survive and stay on top
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
And focus(focus) on the days and times that approach us
(repeat)
Verse 2
Be on the lookout
Cause this year some niggas gettin took out
Takin off of the scene
Man versus machine
I live between a rock and a hard place
About face stand straight
This is General X
Dedicated to the critics that hope and pray
That some day I’ll go soft
And try to swing with a gimmick and fall off
Runnin with dogs you can’t call off
Isolate to eliminate
That’s the mind state
Never violate
I make your whole chest dialate
Defeat my appetite to annhilate
I carry the weight from state to state
Spread the product
Tired of friends and relatives gettin shot up
It’s time for some action like Redman and B-Real
Cause I can be a dead man if I stand still
Too close for comfort, I’m under the gun
Like a felon going back
I’m ready to crack
Making niggas role the credits and fade to black
Fade to black fade to black fade to black
Chorus
Yeah, everyday of my life
Got clear thinking, and everything stay tight
Drop bomb shit
Only bomb shit
Here come Xzibit to break it down like this
Chorus
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