Xzibit Album

f/ Jelly Roll

[Intro: Jelly Roll]
This, cannot continue
We must go, our sep-arate waaaaays
Without youuuuu, I can do betterrrrr
But first these words, I have, to, saaaaay
It's nooooot, that I don't hear youuuuu
When you scream, and curse, my, naaaaame
It's juuuuust that I, don't feeeeeeel you
Nigga you, invade, my spaaaaaaace

[Xzibit]
YEAH!
Blacked out, tatted up, let's go, saddle up
I'm alge-ballin, dumb niggaz cain't add it up
Cock back, back 'em up, fuck what you throwin up (yeah)
All these rappers comin out, ain't nobody showin up
Man, where your talent at? Show me where your balance at
You the king of the streets? Well I ain't heard none of that
Just like the South say, watch what your mouth say
Frank Sinatra hustle, Rat Pack, +Did it My Way+
I know we don't see eye to eye, you ain't never lied
We should part ways 'fore somebody catch a homicide
Recognize, lost of a lot of love when my momma died
Did a gang of shhhhit, I'm surprised that I'm still alive
Fishburn yellin wake up, open up my eyes
Don't believe them lies from them guys that you idolize
Ridicule, try to downplay, try to minimize
And criticize when you on your grind so I realized

[Chorus: Jelly Roll]
This cannot continue, we must go our separate waaaaays
Without you I'll do better, but first these words I have to saaaaay
It's not that I don't hear you, when you scream and curse my naaaaame
It's just that I don't feel you, nigga you invadin my spaaaaace

[Xzibit]
Go ahead spit it out, that's right, get it out
So I can respond, nigga FUCK what you talk about
Drop like a guillotine, money over everything
seems to be the theme in the land of the Philistine
Mentally you still shackled up on some lame shit
Side by side on the bottom of a slave ship
Came a long way from the place that I started from
Ever seen a man's last breath beaten out of him?
Hate manifest from the inside out
The shit starts in your heart then spill out your mouth
I'm the odd man out, watch it all pan out
I see you tryin to stand up but you don't stand out (ha ha ha!)
Now that I found that my path is original
Prepared, never scared, had to peak at my pinnacle (yeah)
I'm not like you, but you think we identical
It's pitiful, you can never bang with the criminal

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Three wheels lock it up, ammo stock it up
It's not for niggaz cause George Bush comin after us
That's why it's time to roll, get where I gotta go
All my people fightin for they soul, you are not alone
Never waste my pearls on the swine and the ignorant
Forever on my grind, you despise and belittle it
Here's a little tidbit, X rock that real shit
Dump like a L.A.P.D. cop, over kill shit
Hooked on a brand new high called monopolize
Put you on track where you just, you was out of line
And I ain't got the time to fuck around with the dumb shit
You know that young shit, the "Hey nigga where you from" shit
Even though the pistol in my hand, I'm a businessman
People grow apart, don't expect you to understand
Let's part ways and, then pray for better days
I realize somebody 'bout to die, so I came to SAY

[Chorus]

[Xzibit] + (Jelly Roll)
Yeah, knowhatI'msayin? (you invadin my spaaaaace)
Yeah, stop askin where the fuck I'm at
Yeah (nigga you invadin my spaaaaace)
Tryin to see where I'm at, tryin to be where I'm at all the fuckin time
C'mon (you invadin my spaaaaace)
Get a life nigga, heheheh
I got mines, know'mtalkinbout? (nigga you invadin my spaaaaace)
C'MON!

f/ Jelly Roll

Yeahhh!

[Intro: Jelly Roll]
See I was trippin through the city with a big ol' - PISTOL
Trickin off these niggaz in the Raaaange - RENTAL
I was smokin drinkin end up kind of tipsy
Lookin through my rearview they followin me
I wonder why the fuck are they followin me
I seem them niggaz creepin two cars behind me (hmm)
You'll never catch me slippin just me and my - PIECE
You must be smokin if you think I'ma call the - POLICE

[Xzibit]
I'm a beast, still got a crease
Still got my Converse thumpin down the concrete
YEAHHHHHHH, black and blue Bugati
This is Strong Arm robbery, you can't deny me
My garage a mirage a collage of chrome
I look alive with the nine when I leave my home
Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome
This is grown man business, recognize the tone
If I don't recognize the number won't answer my phone
Rockin every area code still stay in my zone
I don't play no fuckin games now bitch I'm grown
Now I crack your fuckin neck to the shit I'm on
Yeah!

[Chorus: Xzibit]
Six-four, chromed out, ragtop ROLLIN
Get your weight up, cause X can't stop ROLLIN
Niggaz thought it was over but X came back ROLLIN
I got my own sack to roll so I'm ROLLIN

[Xzibit]
YEAH, my release, bang through the streets
We hang like orangutangs, mangle the beast
Niggaz hatin, gravitatin to the lies that they tell
My reality takin over where that fiction fail
What the hell, might as well show the cards I'm holdin
Sweet taste, aeromatic, backwood ROLLIN
Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the strut kit
My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what the fuck bitch?
Boomerang my change, I rearrange some thangs
My slang click bang and expose they brains
Then I pray, our father who art in heaven
Got people jumpin out the buildin like 9/11
Malcolm X to the X landin on them like Plymouth Rock
(Yeah!) You get knocked out, get socked in your fuckin mouth
Now e'rybody know the business, you want it come get it (c'mon)
But if you ROLLIN throw it up, let me know that you with it

[Chorus] - 2X

[Xzibit]
YEAH, I repeat, my name over beats
I binge on the finer things you cringe in defeat
Escalation, elevation to another plateau
Sometimes it take a few steps back to mentally grow
Here we go, what you know, campaign in motion
Straight West coast and West worldwide ROLLIN
Got that Aston Martin DV9 equipped with a stash box
In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot
Strip down my frame, repave my lane
Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane
Don't complain when the chamber slide back and bang
Make it taste like shit when you sayin my name
It's the Golden State heavyweight, holdin the belt
Cause I'm a one man army I don't need no help
This is a - PISTOL, I use to protect myself
Careful these hammerhead hollow points is bad for your health
My nia

[Chorus] - 2X

[Intro] - {*echoes*} at the end

[Chorus- Xzibit]
I'm the police, I'm the police
I'm the police, I'm the police

[Verse 1-Xzibit]
I love my fucking rob, and I don't want to stop
Ever since I was a child, I wanted to be a cop
You know protect and serve, a couple traffic stops
I make a bust, and take something out the top
A thin blue line, we run these streets
You bang on them, but never bang on me
I cell search, stepping on pillows and sheets
I'm the police, treat a nigga just like fresh meat
I got a short wick, on some New York shit
Take you to the precinct and fuck you with a broomstick
I patrol your hood, put you on my hood
Leave you in the wrong hood, got it understood
PC 647b, that's a prostitute, plus she kind of cute
She don't want to jail, well bitch I'll tell you what
Get on your muthafuckin' knees, suck my partner up

[Chorus]
I'm the police, I'm the police
I'm the police, I'm the police

[Verse 2- Xzibit]
You know a couple of muthafuckas was giving us grief
Pulled a couple strings, dodge the media beef
Ever since them niggaz in black said "Fuck the police"
I been grinding on the back of my teeth, loading my piece
Waiting for some, get back like it or not
We investigated the shots, that killed Biggie and Pac
Ever wonder why nobody ever figured it out
Cause we the ones that got to figure it out
I shout freeze at the top of my lungs
I'm the cream of the crop
You don't stop you get popped by my warning shots
And if you try to come back, with a civil suit
I sit back and watch my system take a shit on you

[bridge}
Order in the court, Order in the court
That muthafucka shot me, case dismissed
Ha Ha Ha Ha, police
I'm the police

[Verse 3- Xzibit]
You see this fuckin' badge, you see these fuckin' lights
I'm in your neighborhood rolling on you every night
You faggots run and duck, look at you scared as fuck
You see me coming in your mirror niggaz straighten up
Turn that hat around, I'm here to take you down
Hey partner look at these weapons and this coke I found
I'm going to let it slide, show you who you can trust
And if you want to keep selling, nigga you sell for us
Make you a 1030, I'll get you hands dirty
Murder for hire, professional liar
I plan to make police chief and then retire
I remember when you set your own hood on fire
I reinforce the freeways, to bring the tanks
So the next time y'all trip, fuck bloods and crips
Cause we the biggest gang in L.A.
Ramp Part, fuck with us, get blown away

[Chorus]
I'm the police, I'm the police
I'm the police, I'm the police

f/ Don Blaze, Kurupt

[Intro: Kurupt]
Bitch ass nigga was talkin' all this shit right?
I'm like damn, you bitch ass nigga
I should sock you in your motherfuckin' mouth
Talkin' all this shit about my homie
So I chirped him (chirp-chirp)
Hey cuz, this nigga talkin' all this shit right?
Boom, the homie came up and was like
"Nigga say that shit in my motherfuckin' face"
Popped him dead in his motherfuckin' mouth nigga
Niggaz be talkin' all this shit
The only thing I wanna know is, look

[Chorus: Don Blaze] (Kurupt)
See when the drama pop off, then pardon me, it ain't my fault
My back was up against the wall... thanks to y'all
(Niggaz talkin' like bitches)
You need to say it to my face if you got somethin' to say bout me
Cause that's the way it's supposed to be... but you ain't no G
(Niggaz talkin' like bitches) Wishin' you could be like me

[Xzibit]
Sometime men got some more than women
You do too good in Cali the prey start to turn to venom
You can't walk in these shoes nigga, you can't fit 'em
I'm bout five seconds away from the "let's go get him"
So nigga (say it to my face) if you're feelin' like King Kong
Mysery love company, I guess I'ma leave y'all
Until that day, you wanna tuck them nuts
And try to hit my switches and get your frame fucked up
You gotta (say it to my face), I'm right here with a 12-gauge
You talkin' to a man that plan on dyin' of old age
Until that day, I crush everything in my way
And give a fuck about what y'all say

[Chorus: Don Blaze] (Kurupt)
See when the drama pop off, then pardon me, it ain't my fault
My back was up against the wall... thanks to y'all
(Niggaz talkin' like bitches)
You need to say it to my face if you got somethin' to say bout me
Cause that's the way it's supposed to be... but you ain't no G
(Niggaz talkin' like bitches) Wishin' you could be like me

[Xzibit]
Too much of anything makes you a addict
Wantin' contact with another man makes you a faggot
Patience is virtue, don't make me hurt you
I came full circle, about-face reversal
Salute the general, make yourself presentable
Analytical, every move made political
(Say it to my face) and wake up in a hospital
Huh, gutter never takin' me under
Fuckin' nerve of you motherfuckers
Thinkin' I was slippin', I was servin' you motherfuckers
X went off the deep end, I'm determined you motherfuckers
So watch how you speakin'
cause I'm listenin' closely for any pussy approachin' me

[Chorus: Don Blaze] (Kurupt)
See when the drama pop off, then pardon me, it ain't my fault
My back was up against the wall... thanks to y'all
(Niggaz talkin' like bitches)
You need to say it to my face if you got somethin' to say bout me
Cause that's the way it's supposed to be... but you ain't no G
(Niggaz talkin' like bitches) Wishin' you could be like me

[Xzibit]
Nigga, you better come with the Taliban
Never been a slave or afraid of another man
X move like the brutal force of an avalanche
It ain't my fault you smoked off your chance
See motherfuckers envy what they cannot be
Mr. X to the Z, H.N.I.C.
Shh, half assed niggaz gon' shit on me
If they sentence me to five I'll be out in three
You'll be deep in the dirt for the bugs to eat
Tucked in for eternity, time to sleep
Til' that day, I'll crush everything in my way
And give a fuck about what y'all say

[Chorus: Don Blaze] (Kurupt)
See when the drama pop off, then pardon me, it ain't my fault
My back was up against the wall... thanks to y'all
(Niggaz talkin' like bitches)
You need to say it to my face if you got somethin' to say bout me
Cause that's the way it's supposed to be... but you ain't no G
(Niggaz talkin' like bitches) Wishin' you could be like me
(Niggaz talkin' like bitches)

[Outro: Kurupt]
All that yackin' don't do shit
Dogg Pound homie... the homie Xzibit
Kurupt Young Gotti... Bigg Snoop... we here
Daz Dillinger... nickels and nines homie
Look back...

[No lyrics]

[Xzibit]
She was a brown skin ebony honey that love hip-hop
Cut off tank-top, she make your whole face drop
Hotbox, like it or not, she don't care what I got
She got her own knot dealin' in stocks
And in the backwoods she plans to dust me off
Suck me off, and then say I must be off
Tryin' to smoke with X, the Cali kush was makin' her cough
She must hate wearin' her clothes, she keeps takin 'em off
At the Palms Hotel on a friday night
Attack each other like animals 'til the sky turn bright
Make it a - night to remember, she went tellin' her sista
Then her sista turned around and told the shit to Melissa
Then Melissa got my number, started sendin' me pictures
in all type of different positions, man this bitch on a mission
Listen, a man is a man, gon' handle his business
I ain't a bad guy, just dealin' with scandalous bitches
I remember when Xzibit used to push in a Caddy
I met this chick from the Valley, she said she wanted me badly
Now this is common in Cali because the homies is savy
Bitches be givin' money to niggaz and callin 'em Daddy
She in a brand-new Lexus, just moved from Texas
She came to California to model and be that next bitch
Takin' naked pictures tryin' to gain more acceptance
Maybe get some jobs, try to politic some connections
I said appreciate for X to the Z
My homie picked through my trash instead of talkin' to me
He fell in love with her ass, and while she casin' his place
Tryin' to tell another nigga what he got up in his safe
About the big hundred stacks and them bricks to match
Forever watchin' his back, therefore he never relax
And when her nigga attack, he got a slug in his britches
He ain't a bad guy, just dealin' with scandalous bitches
I met this girl from the 'Natti, I got along with her daddy
I made it up in my mind this is the girl I'ma marry
Now when you wanna get married the preparation is scary
You want your weight to get carried, you want your skeletons buried
She moved out to California next to me in a hurry
Her reputation was dirty, but yo that didn't disturb me
I want to stop the insanity, try to have me a family
Started checkin' my phone and brought her back to reality
Left her ring on the dresser, adios motherfucker
I'm travelin' home from the road, I hear she fuckin' with Usher
Now Usher don't even know me but I got love for the homie
Even though everybody around me be thinkin' he corny
She denied everything, said the rumors was phony
On the phone cryin', she love me, said she wanted to hold me
("Yo he ain't shit to me Alvin, I was just into his album
That was some bullshit, I'm sorry, I'm better without him")
So I'm off to Miami, got invited to party
by Mr. Raymond himself, yo I ain't hatin' nobody
Now when we walk in the party, yep, guess who I see
Lyin' bitch said she was callin' from N.Y.C.
He started wipin' the sweat off of her face and her chest
And then she gave him a peck, and then she looked to the left
And when she seen it was X, she started cryin' and trippin'
And dude was lookin' confused, the scene it couldn't be written
Now he just pluckin' his chickens, I ain't gon' sock him or diss him
I'm from the West Coast, where niggaz don't be fightin' for bitches
A little over-dramatic, in Rome I called him a faggot
in front of millions of people, funny but shouldn't have done that
I was makin' a joke, I didn't mean to offend
Like when I introduced Destiny's Child as Boyz II Men
Listen, a man is a man, gon' handle his business
I ain't a bad guy, just dealin' with scandalous bitches

"X, you ever get tired of um, motherfuckers talkin' to you about Pimp My Ride?"

{"Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" - repeat 8X}

[Chorus One: Xzibit over 4X of "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"]
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate

{"Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" continues to repeat in the background}

[Xzibit]
Meditate, levitate
Greetings from the Golden State
Mr. X, to the Z
Concentrate, come walk with me
Your shit sound so awkwardly
I don't rhyme I just stomp down beats
Real estate, section eight
Which one would you rather take?
Concentrate, move that weight
Show me how you regulate
Hold up, wait, that shit's fake
Get these niggaz up out my face
Shake the room, bend the spoon
Turn this up now, stay in tune
Hypnotized by the way she move
Take your time you might arrive too soon

[Chorus One]

[Chorus Two: Xzibit over 4X of "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"]
Bring that back, what was that?
Oh my lord, she got back
So precise, so deattached
Oh my God, who is that?

[Xzibit]
Hibernate, consummate
Man was made to procreate
My estate, generates
As if my family name was Gates
Days of grace, lift big plates
Why be good nigga, go be great
Hit the breaks, crack them crates
Have you on the run goin state to state
Contemplate, demonstrate
Mind over mayhem, no mistakes
Lift some weights, eat some steaks
But you don't really want that face to face
But let's relax, check your traps
Don't let yo' concentration snap
I love the way she arch her back
Like how a muh'fucker 'sposed to handle that?

[Chorus One] + [Chorus Two]

[Xzibit]
Breath control, touch yo' soul
Just maintain don't lose control
Participate, congratulate
Cause everything else'll be seen as hate
Remain in place, the same mindstate
Get off yo' ass and celebrate
Congregate, associate
Don't fuck yo'self procrastinate
Dilate, to an all time great
Calculate the next move I make
Crack the safe, keep that ace
in my waistband just in case
I'm no rat can't run yo' race
Not too good don't fit my taste
I love the way she make that shake
Makin it hard to concentrate

[Chorus Two] + [Chorus One]

[28 seconds of instrumental]

{"Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" - repeat 4X right before song's end}

[No lyrics]

[Intro/Chorus: Xzibit]
This how you make me feel, this how you make me feel
This how you make me feel, that's how I know it's real
Take you around the world, take you around the world
Take you around the world, take you around the world
Cause you my baby girl, cause you my baby girl
Cause you my baby girl, cause you my my my
Cause you my baby girl, cause you my baby girl
Cause you my baby girl, cause you my my my

[Xzibit]
This how you make me feel, that's how I know it's real
Take you around the world, cause you my baby girl
I know you feelin good, I know you feelin right
You see me ridin, you ridin wit me your shit is tight
Self-made millionaire I find myself
My success God bless not defined by wealth, c'mon
We live in crazy times, niggaz done lost they minds
We wanna fuck every fuckin chicken we fuckin find
But then there comes a time, when you start to grow
But you ain't growin with me and it's startin to show
Before I say I can't live without ya
Let's sit and have a talk about family values, now listen
I see you got some kids, that you ain't never with
Your baby father put hands on you, some crazy shit
So he gon' pay for that, fuck with niggaz who rap
Most of that quality time is spent on your back
Now before I devote the rest of my life
Can you at least show a nigga you can boil some rice
(ha ha ha) Is that too much to ask, am I movin too fast
Do you have anything to offer me besides some ass
You think you high class, the upper echelon
But spend all your rent money in the hair salon
I'm 'sposed to help you out, but it just made me think
You ain't ready for the world, you ain't ready for me

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Damn baby I see they drivin you crazy
Because your body's amazing I know you want it to phase me
But hey - I seen a lot of girls, messed up a lot of curls
You ain't gon' keep me with sex when only sex occurs
Want you to think ahead, not just give me head
Want you to make a household baby, not just a bed
I know the scene is what you seem to see
Where you needin to be, but believe you me
Baby girl they just gon' use you up, fuck you and bruise you up
They ain't got no family values they ain't gon' choose you up
We disrespect ourselves, we think we livin well
I could be wrong in this song but only time'll tell
You may be thinkin hey X, you just a hypocrite
You actin like you never called a girl a fuckin bitch
Nah it's not that (that) but it's like this (this)
We need change and I'm just man enough to say the shit

[Chorus] - 2X

[No lyrics]

[Xzibit]
Big bad insane Strong Arm Steady gang
Way beyond the days of rockin them stupid rapper chains
Comin through clear the lane, send a bullet through your brain
Number one with a bullet – faster than the bullet train
Pop it if you pull it mayne, hang with orangutans
I live for my soldiers, ask them, they gon' say the same
My gauge rings your bells like the Hunchback of Notre Dame
Ain't even gotta say it, you motherfuckers know the name
Legendary classic, niggaz be punk pussy and plastic
Wastin the time and the minds of the masses (yeah!)
But look how strong we are, man I'm a motherfuckin star
Every week I cop a house and a car
The mini-mansion off in Vegas with the vanquish
That's where I mastermind my situations, determination and patience
We don't speak the same language (no) I got a translator
spittin 25 times, see your bitch ass later, C'MON!

[Chorus: Xzibit]
That nigga X to the Z, that boy is somethin to see, cause he a G
I got the whole world waitin on me!
I'm about that grind so motherfucker don't waste my time
I got the whole world waitin on me!
If you ready to ride, c'mon, get in my ride and let's slide
I got the whole world waitin on me!
... Yeah! I got the whole world waitin on me!

[Xzibit]
Niggaz screamin they the shit but that shit ain't real
I don't need to be the shit cause shit roll downhill
I'm escalatin aggressively, millions built up in equity
Corporations invest in me, bangin shit 'til the death of me (YEAH!)
Cooked coke recipe, money come back so thick
My kid's kids couldn't spend this shit
Get a grip, pop a clip, chop down that brick
No amount of fame gon' change this gangsta spit
Quick to roll out the backwood (yeah) smoke out your buildin
We soldiers devoted dressed down like civilians
Niggaz wanna kill me because I make millions (that's weak!)
That's weak like gangstas that hide behind children (hahaha, yeah!)
Novocain the game, no shame
No feelings, no names, no numbers, naw bitch
You can't hang with us (no!)
Ashes to ashes and you cain't bust
You so popcorn and fake industrious, YEAH!

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Yeah... yeah, whattup Key?
I'm liftin plates you'll never find in the weight room
So stay tuned my platoon finna touch down soon
Cancun to St. Thomas, St. Thomas to the Bahamas
Most niggaz ain't really honest so I'm watchin my step
I'm the hardest cold-hearted artist, the coast is clear
Dubai, Australia to Africa, this is the year!
Let the alcohol you sippin saturate in yo' system
I be swimmin through these women, man, fuck 'em and flip 'em
I know you hopin I would fall to the side, or go to Way Side
It ain't a motherfucker alive to come and take mine (no!)
Don't procrastinate, don't waste time
Never faced time, Houdini with crime, traffic over state lines
Military minded, stickin to the base lines
Intellectually brighter than California sunshine
Yeah, I got my bars up, go pull my cars up (yeah)
I love my struggle, never cover my scars up (c'mon)
Nigga

[Chorus]

f/ DJ Quik, King Tee

[Chorus]
In the club drinkin' with all my homies
And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off
Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me
It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off
Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin'
She'll tell you we poppin' off
Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin'
They know we be poppin' off

[Xzibit]
Uh-uh, I know you gettin' high
cause you keep on starin' and your eyes don't lie
That shit you wearin' and your friends keep darin'
There's enough to go around and they don't mind sharin'
Get between your thighs, make ya exercise
You ain't gotta waste no time with no 'fuck me' eyes
I'm like all day long up in ya
Take a break, make a drink, roll the 'wood, let the games continue
Uh, (you make me so hot) - you better than the rest of them bitches
I'll bang your back out in every position
I never listen to the shit niggaz say
How you're easy to spread, like to pop pills and fuck all day
But baby that's alright with me
If you thinkin' long-term, bitch that's what it ain't gon' be
So just shake what your mamma gave ya
And I'ma give you what your dad gave your mom to make ya

[Chorus]
In the club drinkin' with all my homies
And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off
Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me
It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off
Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin'
She'll tell you we poppin' off
Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin'
They know we be poppin' off

[DJ Quik]
Now riddle me this...
Whenever I hit her hard in the middle she piss
Do I take that as normal and watch her play with her tits?
I'm confused, I feel so used - and I got the dick
Now what am I doin' here?
She tell me she wants to keep the condom as a souvenir
And that's kinda weird to me
I guess this ol' fuck session ain't what it appear to be
Because the concierge has just brought the bill to me
I go 200 miles per hour on a street bike
And 9-0 beats per minute on a sweet mic
Whenever I get with bitches I lose a little somethin'
Sperm by the zones, we keep it hot and goin'
Xzibit we got it flowin', don't even approach us, you only get roaches
How you gon' smoke with us nigga when you can't even focus
Cause we don't break bread with bitches, we take head from bitches
Cause niggaz be gettin' dead from bitches for bein'

[Chorus]
In the club drinkin' with all my homies
And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off
Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me
It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off
Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin'
She'll tell you we poppin' off
Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin'
They know we be poppin' off

[King Tee]
This big black baracuda type nigga
Last of the old coupe pack type niggaz
Last of the honcho and Flint type niggaz
Big Tweet, Big Pete, pimp type figgas
It's like a jungle and I'm King Tee the tyrant
Demandin' all bitches stay silent - fuck snitchin'
I'm the violent - pilot for your child hall riot
Where niggaz pull swords like pirates
Hoes get i-rit, I mean irate
Tee-la let a bitch eat, put some dick on her plate
You better get yo' ass some muscle and go hustle
Get up on the grind, stop fuckin' with mine
For the umpteenth time, I'm a baller by nature
Schooled by the best, fuck a hater
Never lay low, let 'em know, out of mind, out of sight
But for damn sure you'll catch me with the homies tonight
We just -

[Chorus]
In the club drinkin' with all my homies
And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off
Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me
It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off
Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin'
She'll tell you we poppin' off
Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin'
They know we be poppin' off

f/ Kurupt, Too $hort

Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks

[Too $hort]
We come through extra whylin
And y'all love it, who don't like sex & violence
You got a camera phone, send a picture and a text
Fiends want dough, tricks want sex
Bitches want dick, pimps want a grip
Motherfuckers wanna know, when you gon' slip
Man you rich, you still kick it in the hood?
Sellin coke, and fuckin bitches real good?
Don't let 'em fool ya, these bitches ain't innocent
They'll change the game and make the gangsters start pimpin women
He don't want her, she's just a decoy
You've gotta use her, you know hoes love the d-boy
So let 'em do ya, put them hookers to work
You want to save the hoe, so he took her to church
These bitches slangin, lootin, hookin, recruitin
Work the credit cards, stealin, cookin, shootin

[Chorus: Too $hort - repeat 4X]
To all my pimps (sli-sli-sli-slidin in your gators)
And all my gangsters (gangsters movin-movin in your chucks)

[$hort] Beotch!
(Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks)

[Kurupt]
Have you ever seen fluent flow..
Well this is how you do it though..
Man I don't give a fuck..
Fuck it, how I ride slide in the bucket
Trip, I told this nigga to hold his bitch
Come equipped but don't trip, nigga mold his bitch
The bitch bomb, I think he in posession of mine
Cause the bitch is tryin to put my dick on top of her mind
I'm too G'd up to play games with bustaz
Got somethin to start trippin niggaz lanes and bustin
I'm Gotti motherfucker, Chucks and T's
Nickels and semi-automatic ninas and beams
I don't really give a fuck about your hood my nigga
I'm just tryin to make all bad good my nigga
Got gators for the pimpin, Chucks on the daily
I ain't trippin off these busta niggaz bitches gotta pay me

[Chorus]

[$hort] Yeah beotch!

[Xzibit]
Always poppin that shit like you want to
But you don't say a fuckin thing when I come through (beotch!)
I call the shot and somebody gon' touch you
But you ain't even half a fag, nigga fuck you (ya beotch!)
Always talkin 'bout what a nigga gon' do
But you a hoe so nobody don't believe you (yeah beotch!)
Lightin it up for the world to see
The return of Mr. X to the Z, damn
To my niggaz in them Cadillacs, swingin that battle axe
A million dollars every 90 days, imagine that
My habitat is black, ramsacked with heavy gats
Hit a nigga so hard that his head gon' touch his back
Dog set it off, motherfuck them haters
I keep on pimpin for my paper in my now or later {gators}
Made my mark for my spark, terror tear you apart
You better have you some heart, comin out here after dark
If you gon' start you must finish, nigga handle yo' business
Because you spoke like a menace you got sent off to the dentist
I don't be goin back and forth like, full court tennis
We gon' handle what we gon' handle, have you walkin in sandals
In a hospital robe, back of yo' body exposed
I stay in militant mode, I staple holes to your clothes
Because it's one for the hustle, two for transition
For my brothers in position still cookin in the kitchen

[Chorus] - 2X

[$hort] Beotch!
(Mov-mov-mov-mov-movin in your chucks)

[Xzibit] Yo, listen, huh

[Chorus: Xzibit]
I just wanna thank you, for bein around
And patiently waitin and holdin me down
It's easy to see, for Mr. X to the Z
That without no you, there could be no me
I just wanna thank you, for bein a fan
And watchin me grow from a boy to a man
It's easy to see, for Mr. X to the Z
That without no you, there could be no me

[Xzibit]
You 'bout to hear some words, that you ain't probably heard
With all of these rappers pullin triggers and flippin birds
I know it sound absurd, cause they don't tell the truth
They prostitutes, fuckin contaminate the youth
But yet I'm guilty of, the things I said above
No matter my faults still continue to show me love
Naw I ain't perfect mayne, but yet I stay the same
I play chess not checkers but this is not a game
And this is not a song, and this is not a verse
It's not conceived, or simulated or been rehearsed
Spent the first half of my life, thinkin that I was cursed
Could have been hit with a hollow, follow behind my hearse
That wasn't meant for me, I spent a decade
makin it what it's 'sposed to be, hopefully brought you close to me
All these people approachin me, don't even know the half
I could be facin life but X is signin autographs, damn

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
My son's 11 now, I got to see him grow
Makin his free throws, the way he laughin at the show
Yo he remind me of me, when I was ridin bikes
He gon' be taller than me, he got my mother's height
But yo you know the difference, between me and them others
They say you buggin when I call you my sisters and brothers
I coulda missed it all, I coulda dropped the ball
Mind of Metallica, motherfuck 'em and "Kill 'Em All"
I used to hustle raw, I used to run the streets
I used to hustle heats, I grinded all my beef
Most of my homies is gone, restin in peace
Some'll never see release from custody of police, but me
But nah my little dude get to go to private school
And I can do the things my father couldn't afford to do
That's what it's 'sposed to do, this is from me to you
Support from you and yours, thank you for gettin me through, true

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
We buried Proof today, it really broke me up
to see my brother in that casket, maaan what the fuck?
Media made me angry, I had to soak it up
The future is fragile never promised to none of us
Hittin so close to home, but what I focused on
is how he lived, the lives he touched, the cornerstone
We never walk alone, although sometime it seems
that nightmares go hand in hand with livin out dreams
So let me take this time, from my struggle my grind
to let you know that I appreciate you by my side
It's been a long ride, a lot of long nights
A lot of long flights, worth every sacrifice
A soldier of fortune fearless fightin the good fight
I never had a plan B, I never lost sight
That's why I hit the stage, that's why I kill the mic
It's for my fans that's ridin with Xzibit for life, RIGHT!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Thank you, for lettin me breathe
For lettin me be who I am, huh, yeah, huh
Two little words, y'all never get to hear enough
Knahmsayin? Yeah that, hehe..
Yes.. the return
Uh-huh.. breathe!

f/ San Quinn

{"Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" - repeat 8X}

[Chorus One: Xzibit over 4X of "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"]
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate

{"Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" continues to repeat in the background}

[Xzibit]
Meditate, levitate
Greetings from the Golden State
Mr. X, to the Z
Concentrate, come walk with me
Your shit sound so awkwardly
I don't rhyme I just stomp down beats
Real estate, section eight
Which one would you rather take?
Concentrate, move that weight
Show me how you regulate
Hold up, wait, that shit's fake
Get these niggaz up out my face
Shake the room, bend the spoon
Turn this up now, stay in tune
Hypnotized by the way she move
Take your time you might arrive too soon, hahahaha

[Chorus One]

[Chorus Two: Xzibit over 4X of "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"]
Bring that back, what was that?
Oh my lord, she got back
So precise, so intact
Oh my God, who is that?

[San Quinn]
Look what I freak up, G's up, he's up
He's rough, all in my court never freeze up
They release us streets-less
Increase the rush of Californians speakin up
It won't be absent-minded
Still chasin money that I practice findin
Boy you know that Rick Rock beats is violent
You never been dumb, it don't hurt to try it
I'm the flyest gangsta, and I can do it
Better concentrate on the Hyphy Movement
X to the Z and the Quinn is live
Get some money out a ho so I can +Pimp My Ride+
Better take two, elevate and we're concentratin on booty shakin
and who you takin back for the bang (back for the bang)
I have a drink and pop my thizzle (pop my thizzle)
While you stop and drop and work your wiggle

[Chorus One] + [Chorus Two]

[Xzibit]
Breath control, touch yo' soul
Just maintain don't lose control
Participate, congratulate
Cause everything else'll be seen as hate
Remain in place, the same mindstate
Get off yo' ass and celebrate
Congregate, associate
Don't fuck yo'self procrastinate
Dilate, to an all time great
Calculate the next move I make
Crack the safe, keep that ace
in my waistband just in case
I'm no rat can't run yo' race
Not too good don't fit my taste
I love the way she make that shake
Makin it hard to concentrate

[Chorus Two] + [Chorus One]

[28 seconds of instrumental]

{"Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" - repeat 4X right before song's end}

[Intro]
Yeah, it's been a long time
Welcome back, yeah
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Got niggaz jumpin out the buildin like 9/11, c'mon

[Xzibit]
Only God could save us
I done burned down the town and killed my neighbor
Do I, come to you for my early demise? (yeah)
A minute to pray, it only take a second to die

Niggaz ain't prepared, too scared to do it
Dippin cigarettes in embalmin fluid
Hoods, special effects bring the drama to it
But sue me if you wanna see the trauma youth
I'm a walkin time bomb, don't tick me off
Crucified to die, nailed to the cross
Natural transition, foot soldier to boss
The A.K. ricochet put blood in your cough
And you know the whole fucked up part of it all?
Take a muh'fucker's life somebody comin for yours
It's the get-back gangstas don't believe in karma
Only the strength of the dollar and the body armor
You the bitch ass nigga or a man of honor
My hands wrap around your throat like a anaconda
Then squeeze 'til your eyes pop out of your face
Then relocate to a brand new space (yo)

[Chorus: Xzibit]
Only God could save us (yeah)
I done burned down the town and killed my neighbor (yeah)
Do I, come to you with blood on my hands (yeah)
or run away from the place that I stand? WHO THE FUCK I AM, YEAH!
Only God could save us
I done burned down the town and killed my neighbor
Do I, come to you for my early demise?
A minute to pray, it only take a second to die

[Xzibit]
I used to snatch people out of cars with a shotgun
Now I give cars to people who ain't got one
Still got the shotgun, whole different lifestyle
Kill you with a crowbar, wrapped in a white towel
Gotta play it smart now, the streets is watchin
The streets dictate the beats so my beats be knockin
Fuck a Strong Arm, I'll drop your coffin
Yeah yeah, muh'fucker I hear you talkin
Niggaz so often take kindness for weakness
Heat-seekin G with the elite on some cheap shit
This my square boy, you can't take me out of it
You want war nigga you better bring a lot of it
I ain't a problem with puttin my problems to rest
You so pussy, boy you need a gynocologist
The hand, the bullet, the firin pin
Please God forgive me for I have sinned, Amen

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Huh, hit a nigga, kill a nigga will come back
Murder rap never attached, got too many snaps
It's more than raps, it's actual facts
Welcome back to the West, left side of your map
Been attacked from all sides, it's time for the payback
Lay back, wait for the right time to spray that
Spray that motherfucker, down to the last clip
Last clip you save for the cop on some waive shit
Blaze haze for days; shocked, stunned, amazed
Bitch best behave or take the fade
Blaze Shade-45 in the all-black Bentley
If I gotta go, y'all niggaz comin with me
Simply put, Mobb Deep said y'all were +Shook+
And when I come through, you just look
We don't change the game, we close the book
I let you go now, I know you got crack to cook, c'mon

[Chorus] – 2X