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