1. Intro 2. Chamber Music 3. 3 Card Molly 4. What U See Os what U Get 5. Handle Your Business 6. Nobody Sound Like Me 7. Pussy Pop 8. Chronic Keeping 101 9. Shroomz 10. Focus 11. Jason 12. Deeper 13. Los Angeles Times 14. Inside Job 15. Let It Rain 16. Recycled Assassins
At The Speed Of Life:
1. Grand Opening 2. At The Speed Of Life 3. Just Maintain 4. Eyes May Shine 5. Positively Negativ 6. Don't Hate Me 7. Pararazzi 8. Foundation 9. Mrs. Crabtree 10. Bird's Eye View 11. Hit & Run 12. Carry The Weight 13. Plastic Surgery 14. Enemies & Friends 15. Last Words
Restless:
1. Intro 2. Front 2 Back 3. Been A Long Time 4. U Know 5. X 6. Alkaholic 7. Kenny Parker Show 2001 8. D.N.A 9. Double Time 10. Don't Approach Me 11. Rimz & Triez 12. Fuckin' You Right 13. Best Of Things 14. Get Your Walk On 15. Sorry I'am Away So Much 16. Loud & Clear
Man Vs Machine:
1. Release Date 2. Symphony In X Major 3. Multiply 4. Break Yourself 5. Hearth Of Man 6. Harder 7. Choke Me,Spank Me 7. Losin' Your Mind 8. Bk To La 9. My Name 10. Yhe Gambler 11. Missin' U 12. Right On 13. Enemies 14. My Life,My World 15. What A Mess
Weapons Of Mass Destruction:
1. Lax 2. Cold World 3. Saturday Night Live 4. Muthafucka 5. Beware Of Us 6. Judgement Day 7. Criminal Set 8. Hey Now 9. Ride Or Die 10. Crazy Ho 11. Tough Guy 12. Scent Of A Woman 13. Klack 14. Back 2 The Way It Was
« Poslednja izmena: 21. Jul 2006, 03:02:44 od taurunum87 »
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 *
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 Relese 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
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
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 Smiggle 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
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
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)
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"
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 b*tches 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 d*ck in your mouth Lightweight, like confetti, steadily tested by motherf*ckers 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 p*ssy pop, p*ssy pop Lick shots for the p*ssy 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 p*ssy pop, p*ssy pop Lick shots for the p*ssy pop, pop pop!
[Jayo Felony]
Well, you gotta pop the p*ssy, get rid of the next with a name on your gums It's the ?Bidulo Gang? b*tch, we both want some You got titties and ass But I got a d*ck and some cash You ain't talkin bout sh*t Then I'ma smash, b*tch On three, on me, b*tch, you my property Daddy Jayo Felony, ain't nobody stoppin me And I said daddy, b*tch thats what you gon' call me I ain't no simp or a wimp I'ma motherf*ckin pimp Tear spots in my hoes, make they high-heels fall off You got me ? the f*ck-up, if you think I'm goin soft on ya; I'm hard on my hoes that's how it goes b*tch, 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, f*ck 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 b*tches wanna pop the p*ssy for free The disfunctional member of the Alkoholik family tree Frequently bang b*tches, 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!)
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
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
[Verse 1:] Yeah so it all comes down to this (what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. fight night type (ding ding) So when I hits in the stage we can Face Off Watch me rattle your Nicholas Cage Bring heat in ridiculous ways never compromise Look into my eyes tell me what you see (what?) Victory ecstasy maybe Hennessy Energy wasted, enemies gettin' laced with That point blank to the face shit Who you think this is Young black bust a nigga ass strickly business man Self disciple Heinakin let the record spin Paparazzi all over again, times ten Like thee original sin I'm tryin' to fuck it up for everybody The hot ? get collect calls from John Gotti I kick back like karate Butter soft burn off and solid black Mazaratti like
[Hook:] Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) No gain with no pain (it gets deeper then that) Dyin' in the fast lane (way deeper then that) To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at
[Verse 2:] Long hair ganja smoke but don't be mistaken I ain't Jamacian Find another chick to jerk A world of hurt 9 to 5 puttin' in work Never rest put to the test get put to the death Never the less only greater than Trust no man Soon to have the whole wide world inside of my hand So I suggest you act right my insight like sunlight Burn your cornea Big bad California To the Waldord Historia (c'mon) N.Y.C. competition wish to some day roll like me But all I see is capital H-E-A-T I'm makin' motherfuckers Run like DMC (run) The Likwit MC is here to blaze a nigga like a fat one Non radio bangin' shit goin' platinum And keep slappin' 'em with a Colt 45 While my Old English leave you broken down with a Crooked Ise (eye)
[Hook]
[Verse 3:] Suck it easy Movin' On Up like George and Weezy You can't stop it love it or leave it alone Xzibit writtin' more pages then the state penetentary Full of well known villians that wanna come home Never relax ain't no tellin' lay it on wax Make it bang let Stever sell 'em and dip 'em in chrome My nigga Bud'da chip off beats like cellular phones Heir to the thrown Xzibit bring the lead to your dome Like a 3rd world rebellion squad on your boulevard Protect they spots with heat They kids ggotta eat to make it big in Cali it depends on who you meet And who you sleep with Might find yourself in deep shit So hit me with your best shot I'm lookin' forward to it You shouldn't repeat it if you ain't really goin' through it How dare you try to check the fluid Rip the track chillin' on your big plans like Wilsure and Farefax
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