minute to pray Xzibit

November 1, 2008

minute to pray Xzibit
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

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 cigerettes 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)

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

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

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


Card Molly Xzibit

November 1, 2008

Card Molly Xzibit
[Ras Kass]
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
These 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

Chorus


25 To life Xzibit

November 1, 2008

25 To life Xzibit
Wyclef talking:
Yo to my people doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y’all need to
Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on
bring the heat.

Xzibit
Look, I’m inhumane livin’ in this house of pain
stuck with a thousand street hustlers
down on they luck
Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin’
and for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin’
but I can’t listen to my conscience it’s nonsense
if I didn’t shoot I’d be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down
by liftin’ iron by the pound for the tough individual
runnin’ run his mouth throw some hands with the General
walk one day in the shoes of a criminal
death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal
I’m not talkin’ about weed, jewels, & Bentleys
I’m talkin’ about clean clothes, hot food, and Dentyne
see what I mean livin’ with the scum of the earth
hit with plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside
(Wyclef)

Juvenile
You got me fucked up I’m innocent
look I ain’t do this shit you don’t want to hear my side
but you believin’ that bitch
You makin’ my nerves bad I need to smoke me a jo’
’cause I know y’all ain’t even thinkin’ ’bout lettin’ me go
Where my lawyer, nigga told me Juv’ I can’t do nothin’ for ya
Y’all go tell that to my mother & my father
but they gon’ cus y’all so don’t you even bother
you know that shit ain’t right that bitch didn’t see nothin’
’cause it was dark at night but I guess us blacks
look the same to y’all passin’ niggas around like a game of ball
This is my third felony plus my third strike
man I ain’t goin’ home I got 25 to Life.

QU New York, you try to criticize me I criticize you
been the same muthafucka since in high school
any beat I shed light to with crazy wattage
Blankin’ out bought my first eight ball for eighty dollars
learned who not to trust grew obnoxious
so niggas start to hate me same time the boys in blue watch us
circlin’ but they don’t slow down take you to court
think you seein’ Judge Joe Brown they just actin’
Indy’s throwin’ Tyson back in another year
fuckin’ with a nigga’s career I cock back at bust in the air
give me space beats with plenty bass drink my Hennessey straight
’til I hurl out third world clout I’ll take niggas hearts
and turn killers into girl scouts works of art
Picasso from the Hydro roller-slash-hustler CEO-slash-retired soldier

Ja Rule
Kill or be killed behind the wall 40 day short
still the thought of murderer true to the sport
I bang with the best niggas them career criminals
now I’m in with these youngins lookin’ to feel me out
Hollerin’ ’bout how they gon’ hit on me now
Niggas is real wild bangin’ before trial
new kicks new trial I don’t give a fuck
I’m playin’ the yard ox taped to my nuts
ready to self destruct Lord I don’t wanna die
but what powered your honor to hit me with 25
I know that real recognize every hustle
and die with these niggas in the struggle
Ya feel me

Reptile
Oh God shells loaded in the semi auto quoted
unknown cat never voted picture me on the scene
huntin’ for greens like Mike Meyers trick or treatin’ on Halloween
mashed down in the fatigues servin’ the fiends
kill or be killed metal pipes under the sleeve
in the city slicker bust checks or puff cess
ruffneck love liquor & act figures bloodsport on the streets
no gloves pullin’ knives out the ‘fridge handin’ out cold cuts
ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo’ eyes thug
you ’bout to die thug!
Call the President I’m blowin’ up ya residence
spill acid on the corpse to clear the evidence
Protestors outside screamin’ free Gotti
guard your body SWAT teams is waitin’ with the shotty

Wyclef: Y’all need to

REPEAT

For all my people doin’ time keep your head up
Wyclef Jerry “Wonder” New Millenium new millenium come


Enemies & Friends

January 23, 2008

Enemies & Friends

1996, dysfunctional member
  Of the Alkaholik family, yo
  
  Rule Number One
  Always be aware of your surroundings
  And peep all exits
  Stay and move to the next shit
  Rule Number Two
  Love no one that don’t love you
  And if the shit come down
  Then you know your way around
  Rule Number Three
  Realize it ain’t about size
  Or havin’ gats and guns
  Because it only takes one
  Handle your business
  Don’t let your business handle you
  It’s a lot of motherfuckers tryin’ to do
  What you’re doin’ right here, right now
  Same color, same style
  Tryin’ to claim worldwide
  And ain’t traveled but one mile
  In these shoes, I paid dues
  With nothin’ to lose
  Live by the rhyme
  But I’ma die by the booze
  Xzibit breakin’ down niggas
  Who got somethin’ to prove
  Here we are face to face
  Nigga make your move
  You’re in the wrong place
  But at the right situation
  Cause i was waitin
  Hotter than Satan, never perpetratin
  
  [Chorus:]
  
  I treat my enemies like friends
  So I can reach out and touch
  Leave’em in the dust at the very end
  You now tuned in to Hennessy and Gin
  Ice cold Heinekens and down for whatever skins
  Animosity you can reach out and touch
  Heavy right handed
  Teeth grind like a clutch
  And plus you ain’t never had this much
  Too many friends too close
  You might collapse from an overdose
  
  I was raised to never follow after no man
  To be my own man
  So I can die by my own hand
  And never knowin’ what the next day can bring
  So I gotta make the ends
  Justify the means
  Yo, I’m on the scene, here to do my own thing
  Can’t never spend a lifetime
  Chasin’ after dreams
  I got the right shit
  For all the wrong reasons
  As long as I breathin’
  Niggas change like seasons
  Never trust a man
  Who can’t look you in your eyes
  Only the strong survive
  And that’s word to the wise
  Yo, when dead bodies get outlined in chalk
  Everybody should walk
  Cause real killers don’t talk
  I ain’t really concerned
  How many bridges you burned
  I extinguish your flame
  And take aim at your brain
  Givin’ ligament pain
  To have you walkin’ with a cane
  Wantin’ money and fame
  You got your fuckin’ self to blame
  And that’s West Coast rhyme
  Without no gimmicks
  Here come Xzibit to break it down
  Like a chemic
  I’m spreadin’ like an epidemic
  And all good things come to an end
  Enemies & Friends
  
  [Chorus]
  
  I don’t give a fuck
  About the set you claim
  Xzibit easily dispersed like crack cocaine
  See I lent my shotgun to Kurt Cobain
  And the motherfucker never brought it back
  Ahh, that’s wack
  As a matter of fact
  This one nigga tried to jack
  My squad had his ass
  On the run like track
  Never knowin’ who to trust
  In this shit called rap
  Here to let you know
  My sound surrounds like dat
  Never half step
  Or play the role like DeNiro
  Y’all niggas wasn’t down
  When we had less than zero
  Fuck tryin’ to be a hero
  Tryin’ to save some bitch
  Mr. X to the Z
  Never play that shit
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Yes, 1996, yes
  Bringin’ it live from the Westside
  This is X to the Z
  These niggas don’t know
  These niggas ain’t ready
  Yo, Mr. X to the Z
  From the Likwit Crew


Hit & Run (Part II)

January 23, 2008

Hit & Run (Part II)

[Intro:]
  [Hightower:] Baby, do me a favor, call up Xzibit for me.
  [Xzibit:] Allo?
  [Girl:] Hello, Xzibit?
  [Xzibit:] Yeah, yeah, what’s up?
  [Girl:] Hold on one second ok?
  [Xzibit:] Alright
  [Hightower:] Xzibit?
  [Xzibit:] Hey, what’s up?
  [Hightower:] It’s Ron, Hightower.
  [Xzibit:] Ah, what’s up dude, what’s goin’ down?
  [Hightower:] Eh nigga, it ain’t nothin’ but a party!
  [Xzbibit:] Yoo! shit it’s goin’ down?
  [Hightower:] Hey, let me tell you something.
  I got some ladies over here, you know…
  [Girl:] Hi Xzibit!
  [Xzibit:] What’s up?
  [Hightower:] He he, see what I’m saying.
  They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit
  But listen why don’t you do this
  When you’re done over there, why don’t you come here and shit
  You know what I’m saying?
  That way they can tell you hello on person
  [Xzibit:] Ah alrihgt, you want me to bring you somethin’
  [Hightower:] Hey, bring yourself, I’m sure they can handle the rest
  You know what I mean?
  [Xzibit:] Yeah yeah, alright, I’ll be over there in a minute.
  [Hightower:] Peace!
  [Xzibit:] Alright
  
  [Verse One:]
  
  [Xzibit:]
  It’s a lazy Sunday night
  Xzibit posted at the lab
  Gettin’ high as a kite
  Proceed to rolll the light
  It’s real tight
  In a paper Philly Blunts I don’t need
  It might fuck off the taste
  Of this bomb ass weed
  My nigga Tango and Breeze
  Came thru we blaze a few
  Together bored as fuck
  Niggas down for whatever
  Break left from the bomb
  Phone call from Ron Hightower
  Shower at his crib in a hour
  All the women involved drop drawers
  Don’t say nothin’
  Just a lota nuttin’
  Fuckin’ plus dick suckin’
  Goddamn who was that?
  Half black with the fat ass
  Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass
  (For me)
  My name’s Xzibit
  I aint’ tryin’ to spit game
  Just tell me your name
  And the proportions of your frame
  (38-26-32)
  That’s right
  Xzibit now has it poppin’ on Sunday night
  
  [Chorus: (2x)]
  I don’t wanna save ’em
  Pay em’ or buy clothes
  All we really wanna do
  Is try to fuck these hoes
  
  [Verse Two:]
  
  [Rass Kass:]
  You knew the game
  And you still ended up on your back…
  
  [Xzibit:]
  Bitches get laid like tracks
  Break it down like that
  With stacks of profilactics
  Got ill tactics just to get you on the matress like yo
  [girl moaning in background]
  With minimal conversation
  No time wastin’
  Only hard penetration
  Gettin’ shiners on recliners
  Cummin’ in your faces
  Stop! Get on top
  I take your mind different places
  Won’t be satisfied till I hit every race
  Color and creed in deed
  All I need is weed a fly steez
  Who ain’t afraid to take the lead
  A little dirt on your knees
  Looked over saw Breeze
  Laid out on the couch about to let it all out
  Nigga that’s the kinda shit that I’m talkin’ about
  
  [Chorus: (4x)]
  I don’t wanna save em’
  Pay em’ or buy clothes
  All we really wanna do
  Is try to fuck these hoes
  


Alkaholik

January 23, 2008

Alkaholik

[X] C’mon
  [E] Xzibit!
  [X] Yeah..
  [E] Ahh, ahh, E-Dub
  
  [Xzibit]
  It’s that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go
  Niggaz gettin knocked out is part of my show
  Let ’em know who they fuckin with yo, a rhyme wrangler
  Tri-angular push-up the hillside strangler
  Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony
  Now let his punk ass go, look out below (BELOWWWW)
  It’s a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go down
  We officially not fuckin around
  Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box
  (hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot
  So heatbox all day in a nigga face
  and all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate
  
  [Chorus 2X: Xzibit *singing*]
  Call it what you wanna call it
  I’m a fuckin Alkaholik
  Bring it if you really want it
  Ain’t gotta put no extras on it!
  
  [Erick Sermon]
  Yo, I’m in the zone, and lyrically gone
  Got the spot blown, BOOM! Oklahoma
  Watch the aroma, catch those who love me
  My underground dirty cats on dune buggies
  I be the type to take your watch and flaunt it
  Kidnap T. Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it
  Yo, I bang a nigga head til his neck pop
  Do a KRS-One to a “Black Cop”
  X and E’s, out for cream
  Get the money, while you stay broker than Al Bundy
  Uhh, give it to y’all, in “Any Given Sunday”
  With J. Foxx name the spot, make it hot
  (I hate E so much right now!) Blow it down hooker bounce
  come off the ropes like J. Snooka
  [*X*: Two fly motherfuckers] You can’t fuck widdit
  Backed by +Open Bar+, so y’all forget it
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [J-Ro]
  J-McEnroe, cam smashin, party crashin
  I eat MC’s like a ration
  I’m sockin niggaz in they goatees
  I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies
  I’m in the room with 10 G’s, countin ten G’s
  cause we need a bag of weed (can you smell it?)
  Now we need ten dimes, to blow on deez like wind chimes
  Time to close the blinds cause you all in mines
  I bought a bottle for the session, and did not share it
  Drink so much Captain Mo’ all I need is a parrot
  You took the Alkaholik challenge, and lost your balance
  You underground, we under water drinkin liquid by the gallons
  
  [Tash]
  Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin, head rushin
  Since I’m too drunk to walk, I rock a party on crutches
  and still rush the roughest MC who wanna get it
  Forget it, it’s Likwit, Tha Liks and, Xzibit
  Ca-Tash on the blast the final piece to the puzzle
  I slap bitches on the ass I slap tits up out the muzzle
  I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistant
  You wack and I’m Ca-Tash and that’s the motherfuckin difference
  For instance, “21 and Over” set your clocks back
  (Tick tock tick tock) Still standin where the rocks at
  Two-thousand-one, we still young guns that’s +Restless+
  (Thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and that’s the motherfuckin guestlist!
  
  [Chorus]


Right On

January 23, 2008

Right On

Yeah, ha
  Ladies and gentlemen (Ha, Yeah)
  You got money and then bitches
  Power..
  
  Ya had it, ya lost it
  Ya leased it, ya flossed it
  Business fell through now ya comin up off it
  He bought it, he rolled it
  He passed it, you smoked it
  Now ya fucked up off some weed mixed wit coke shit
  Ya love her, ya hate her
  Ya fucked her, ya raped her
  Twenty-five to life cuz ya can’t control ya anger
  Its heavy, its deep
  Its solid, its weak
  Things people say about ya records in the streets (Check it)
  Be careful what ya wish for
  Ya fuck around and get it
  I did it got in it
  Spit it and didnt waste a minute
  So where my niggas at?
  What part of the game is that?
  I paid my dues now nobody tryin to pay me back
  And if they did i would probably have as much as shaq
  My life is the movie so listen to the soundtrack
  This what its all about
  You better stall me out
  And feel the aim of the name you niggas callin out
  
  [Chorus]
  If you feelin how im feelin
  And you ready and willin
  to come to the table
  I put it together who doin it better
  Come bounce with me (Come on)
  You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!)
  Take em out!
  If you movin how im movin
  And you chosen and proven
  So lose the illusion
  The top guns cue the confusion
  Come bounce with me (Come on!)
  You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!)
  Take em out!
  
  I’m tired, I’m hungry
  You’re lazy, disgusting
  You’re lay around my house and ya never do nothing
  I seen it, believed it
  Planned it, conceived it
  Missed me with the bullshit bitch I dont need it
  I cheated, you cheated
  We cheated, so beat it
  Eat it like a dick bitch you too conceited
  I broke it, replaced it
  I slammed it, I chased it
  Hands in the air if ya love gettin wasted baby!
  You never seen us before
  You betta come and get it
  You with it im with it
  I’m busy baby you fuckin with it
  Is it your place or mind
  Dont wanna waste your time
  And you can get it how you want it it’ll blow ya mind
  Its over time
  Takin pride in the bump and grind
  A hit from behind to leave you with a broken spine
  This what its all about
  You better stall me out
  Its just the game of the name you bitches callin out
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Pop it, drink it
  Float it, sink it
  Plan to stop me then you better rethink it
  Drive it, use it
  Pimp it, abuse it
  Shit motherfuckers do to hip-hop music
  I live it, I die it
  I’m laughin, I’m cryin
  Pop two of these bitch, lets start flying
  I hear it, I taste it
  I touched it, I faced it
  Breakin down the bullshit back to the basics
  I had to kick in the door
  Thats how I had to get it
  I shitted with lyrics
  And getting better for fuckin credit
  Gettin gangsta with it
  The best that ever did it
  Hit it and quit it my nigga
  You shouldnt babysit it
  We need more emcees and less wannabes
  Three hundred and sixty degrees of reality
  Thats what its all about
  Kill em and haul em out
  Now feel the aim of the name you haters callin out
  
  [Chorus]