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Hey Ladies Here we go now, yea C'mon, yea, check it [Verse One] I said my solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six My solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six Hittin trippin the circuit breaker, flickin the light switch The kid like is he known for givin you wild hits I keep my name on the way on top of the now list Bangin on every level, droppin the now ###### It's like the feelin after watchin a couple of (?) flick And once you hear the kid, you'll be knowin the sound sick Spaz in the club, watchin the crowd flip That's when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit Nowadays while I go bag me a fine ###### ###### watchin my pocket, seein we wild rich Shorty hopin we smellin nothin like foul fish While you swingin ###### at the devil, claimin you righteous A lot of haters I'm knowin you like this While you floss unnecessarily, sippin on wild Crist' Chorus I say LADIES, my MERCEDES Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back When you step up in the club I know you know how to act Hey SOLDIERS, get your floss on Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong Now all my people are muggin and singin the song, I'm sayin [Verse Two] ###### still boomin in two-thousand and three My ###### still boomin in two-thousand and three And we don't give a ###### about who you claimin to be My jewels blind ###### where they ain't able to see These fools try to talk just a little much to a G They say the wrong ######, they head just might end upside of a tree Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea Takin different constant boats, from the land to the sea I got my paper see, I ain't doin nuttin for free Unless it's for the hood, it might cost you a small fee Niggaz all in the street, whylin whippin the V Clever from New York to Chicago back to the D Check it, take it back like when I was flippin a ki Bonin chicks, holdin ###### like they was Pamela Lee You know I mastered the art and got it down to a tee And keep it goin add enough spice, we holdin the recipe Big paper we makin, all of my crew agree Stack more and bust up a bottle of Hennessy In case you niggaz ain't even knowin my pedigree Invested in resorts for the niggaz who go and ski If you ain't know the streets is belongin to me I get my people from the hood and then take 'em all on a spree shoppin While you niggaz is busy coppin the pleas We busy blowin frontin like you ain't knowin my stee' Chorus Yea, snap yo' fingers, c'mon [heavy breathing] Here we go now, yea C'mon

Taste It [Repeat 5x (Taste it, taste it, taste it)] Here we go Ay yo, ladies where you at c'mon c'mon Ladies where you at c'mon c'mon You ready to freak out ladies? Yeah, soldiers We 'bout to line it up just right Check it, watch how we do it [Verse One] Make way for the kid to come in girl And let me rock cause I love the way you pop that (C'mon) Every single time we come to drop that A lot of freaky women react to a nigga hot track (Lets go) Then we start to cook up the place Women watching the nigga with the ready to do the (UGH!) look on their face (C'mon) Freak nasty, you know the way you do it all on the guard And the way you love to speak nasty, another freak pass me (WOO!) Floss on, in the club ain't even got the draws on You messing with a nigga better, stop that ###### mama In other words you better watch that ###### cause you got that ###### The way your ###### sit up all on your back Its like you need to go shop that, see niggas would ###### that And definitely won't waste it And while you at it take a lick and just taste it (taste it, taste it, taste it) Chorus B-b-baby tell me why tell me so I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low So I go low, taste the ######, taste it again I like it Baby tell me why tell me so I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low So I go low, taste the ######, taste it again I like it ::Verse Two:: Pass the last courvoisier bottle down the at bar See a chick that kinda look like a star And I'm saying even though I wanna to take you home girl I know its kinda late but you ain't got to come along girl [echo] Wait a sec you know I know a song girl Me and you and one of your other home girls [echo] Let me put it down and we started to bone girl The other had a heat "I thought ya'll be gettin' along girl?" [echo] Just put the pep in your step, what's with all the emotional ###### You know we be swingin' a hep Put it on me like I wouldn't recover Saying two chicks that was beefin' and touching and feeling each other Word to mother, now we having a ball The way we knockin' as the sound of the bed head smackin' the wall Baby I'm saying I lovin' how you rubbin' And the way that you lace it and rush it when you gettin' ready to taste it Baby I love it, the way you rub it And the way you lace it and rush it when you gettin' ready to taste it Chorus [Hook] Girl I know you wanna (Taste it, taste it, taste it) Yeah I like it the way you always get down and (Taste it, taste it, taste it) Ladies! If you want your man to get down and (Taste it, taste it, taste it) Just throw your hands in the air, fella's just make it do it too (Taste it, taste it, taste it) Now you can both do it [Verse Three] Shorty hit me all on the two-way Tell me to meet her way in the back by the couches up inside the cheetah Then I step up in the club keep it moving wit' my hand on my heater Stay alert and never moving the sleeper Even though this ###### was way off the meter Couldn't believe her Shorty buggin' and giving me head in back of the speaker Now check it, I love the way she step to it and how she's keepin' it basic And always be ready to taste it Chorus [Repeat till end (Haah! taste it, taste it, taste it)]

Make It Clap Just make it clap, just make it clap Ay yo we 'bout to take everybody from every street And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on!!! Ah ha, yeah yeah, uh ah uh, yeah yeah, ah, ah, ah Flipmode baby, yeah, check it out [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Hey! Hey! Ain't no fakin the fluid Water drippin off ###### of women that's shakin it to it While I'm takin you through it, no mistakin my crew is Flipmode baby!!! got you actin all stupid Now I'm back in the cupid, just to tell you the truth is Them niggas that be havin you blacken and ready to lose it Pushin lambos and harley rockin Roberto Cavalli (Huh!) Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and bodies Watch me crash through the party, go 'head and spaz girl Tatoo in the name of my click across yo' ###### girl We 'bout to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque Like jamaican niggas rockin big chains in socker jerseys Take you on hotter journeys, the way we put it down And be hittin be havin you shittin more than a box of hersheys We come to control it we come to command it And just for the record we always come to set a new standard Act like you know [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap [Verse 2: Spliff Star] See you a hot little mama it's only right that I holla Love your face love your smile love that ###### in a Prada Make it, bounce up and down like the six four impalla Turn around wiggle it like you shakin it for dollars Girl your skin tone pretty and you love top wear Vickey Sport Gucci and Gabbana when you love the world is sticky Got a, crib in the city with a cherry eight fifty We could cruise down the avenue and shop till you dizzy Throw some karats in your pinky have your neck and wrist blingy I could bless you with it all boo but never say gimme We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles I'm a fly little nigga boo enough for you to dig it boo Hit me up later we can go somewhere and kick it boo The name is Spliff baby I'll make you man hate me Cause my ######'s steak and gravy plus my pipe gettin crazy baby [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap [bridge: Busta Rhymes] I say come on if your ready, we wylin all night We make you feel good, make you feel right See they drunk off of the henny, niggas wanna fight ###### these ###### be wearin be fittin real tight Niggas up in the club, niggas outside Bag a couple ######, bring 'em in inmtside Shorty dodgin and dippin, shorty tryin to hide Busy dodgin a nigga because she wanna ride, come on if ya.... [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] All ready we come to muscle y'all women Come on, rastle and try to hastle and hustle y'all women Come on, you you you you see how we bubble y'all women Come on, dibble and dabble how we be lovin y'all women Come on [spliff Star] Let's get it on and let me hit it with my fitted on Never mind a slow jam pump one of Biggie's songs Strip, yell or purr her off show me that butter soft Open wide ma swallow when I let it off, yo [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap [Outro] Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap

What Up Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, Flipmode now I know what y'all feel like doin Go 'head and crash your whip in the ###### wall It's cool, niggaz.. we gets busy [Verse One] Fo' sho', spit rogue, get mo' bout to kick in the door ###### sore, split whores 'til they ###### on the floor Clique more sick from when you use to see us before ######, kill a nigga quick, niggaz know my rapport Keep workers on the strip that be ready for war Brick I flip a little quicker if they ###### in the store Rip, maybe 'til they drop, and they ###### in they drawers ###### crazy when I pop, and I'm grippin the four Thick ###### in the spot, watch 'em strip for the sport Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin a torch Stick niggaz for they ######, thank 'em for they support Quick nigga, better quit snitchin down at the court Check track a little slick and try to go on my Forbes Cause we stackin like we rich, and we holdin the fort This time, we had to bring it, guess what we brought The hottest ###### to bang from L.A. to the streets of New York Chorus All my people, get drunk, get high - WHATTUP? Get money, get rich, get fly - WHATTUP? Get stupid, get busy, get live - WHATTUP? Jump all in your whip, turn the key and drive - WHATTUP? Make a mill' yeah we gon' make about five - WHATTUP? We speak the truth and we ain't talkin no jive - WHATTUP? I'm speakin to the streets and everybody's widdit - WHATTUP? Once again you know we only come to get it - WHATTUP? [Verse Two] AOWWWWWWW!! Ha, I stay wicked now I'm back on the strip Like I went on a vacation and I'm back from my trip Nuff radio rotation like I'm sailin a ship Or when the team circle the block, busy trailin my clique Truck packed fulla niggaz with the strap and the whip Get the gat out of the stash, put it back on my hip Gat butt you in the face, split and fatten your lip Blood hit the floor louder than the clap when it drip I credit your name with bullets, read the back of the script My victim's initials engraved on the back of the clip Chicks love the way we roll, how the movement is thick So official like my name's on the back of your ###### Pay triple for the name on the back of the stitch Name like the whole city now I'm changin the pitch Kick back kinda crazy when I'm holdin the fifth Think you nicer than the God, ###### is only a myth Grab ahold of the masses, I was born with a gift Niggaz be runnin they trap, throw 'em over the cliff Thinkin and drinkin the Guinness, busy holdin the spliff Flippin and shittin on niggaz 'til we old and we stiff I don't even drive whips, throw the ###### on the lift 12 hours, one worker do the whole of the shift I do the thing to make you open your mouth And give you ###### to bang the Midwest and the rest of the South Chorus

We Goin' To Do It To Ya Aiyyo Mega' gimme some of that barefoot jungle ###### and let me shake a leg nigga! (Megahertz) Let's give it to 'em Yo, let's give it to 'em Yo, let's give it to 'em Busta Bust, let's give it to 'em Flipmode, let's give it to 'em Check it [Verse One] Ever felt the fire burn like this (burn like this) You shocked that I've returned like this Stern like ######'ll make you firm like this C'mon, while we make the ###### yearn like this Pearl white ######'ll make the world hype quick and earl like knowin I'm bonin your girl like this Act sweet (BOY) nigga we pack heat so (BACK BOY) Stack money like a Backstreet Boy Track sheet, never whack, ###### hittin in my back seat Love my flick up in the Black Beat boy So move your black feet boy, make ###### bounce to this Don't let me have to let the mac speak boy Track meet boy, hundred meter dash, straight to the trash You corny rhymin on them whack beats boy (C'MON) And you know we rock on and on And make the ###### wanna bounce, all night long and And to my gettin money niggaz keep ballin (c'mon) You know we bout to take it to the next mornin [Chorus: repeat 2X] Get your big ###### on the floor! You know we goin' do it to ya (alright) You know we goin' do it to ya (alright) You know we doin' do it to ya (alright) nigga Get your big ###### on the floor, C'MON!! [Verse Two] The Range Ro' and everything you see is paid fo' nigga, c'mon Change flow and then we lay low Chase mo' money, ###### I wanna waste dough fo' Stack peso, big money know my small money probably bigger than your WHACK payroll Money get your hands off of me, dance all night Break ###### hot and sweaty take your tight pants off for me So ######, shorty pull your plans off on me Whylin out, while shorty ditchin her mans off for me So simple, there go the champagne glass When your pour, make sure the whole entire thing full Sinful! Still shorty puttin the somethin on me Brushin on me, whylin and feelin and touchin on me Whatchu play fo'? (RRAH!) When I hop up in my two do' Great sex and do it, say no mo' (RRAH!) Make those, know nigga we got heat big Block sheets and ###### and stay up on the hot street though (RRAH!) Get high ###### (RRAH!) fly ###### runnin the flo' Hollerin and screamin this my ######! (RRAH!) Count that in the amounts that amount to the ceiling I know you love the way we bounce back nigga Gimme my ounce back nigga, Flipmode back in the spot You can run and go announce that nigga, c'mon Chorus Get your big ###### on the floor You know we goin'..

Call The Ambulance Yeah.. Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now, check it See we in two-thousand-and-three already, catch up to us Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah, huh Now ###### case closed The ###### blow your speaker, keep turnin your base low Spaz out because I ###### say so Before I blow this ###### like we down in Waco Thick in ###### diesel, that's the way we roll Big truck ######, even my ###### whippin the Range Rov' We 'bout to skyrocket and THE WAY WE GO The way the ###### lookin love THE WAY WE BLOW Check it, we light ###### up like Broadway yo The crack-head rappers better JUST SAY NO Before I turn stupid and back the heat slow Lay and wait for niggaz in the back street yo Weak flow, take your ###### like I'm comin to Repo Create a crowd scene and stack a bunch of people We bustin through the doors, shootin through your peephole The shoot that never miss is like shootin a free throw All you niggaz better go and.. [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Put they body on the stretcher, carry they ###### out Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people I'll put they body on the stretcher, carry they ###### out Call the ambulance [Rampage] Catch sixteen to remove your organs H-2-O ridin round in same orbits Notorious from New York to New Orleans House come with the lake swimmin with dolphins Fifty keys with large proportions Caught a few niggaz on money extortions Niggaz snitch, F.B.I. is hawkin Call Johnny Cochran, yo this nigga is walkin ######, we got to close down the club Me and my cousin Bust, we like Crockett and Tubbs Pushin Lambo's, big chains and dubs Lead the Flipmode security with snubs Uppin club levels, hundred G's and up And if them ducks rollin Bust I'm beatin it up The streets ain't safe, yo we heatin it up The party's on smash, now we tweakin it up The ###### want this ###### so they eatin it up [busta] Now all you ###### better go and.. [Chorus] [Rampage] Flipmode, we in heavy conjunction We shut it down in every function Beat you in yo' head until your brain malfunction Yo Bust, call the label, tell 'em we in production Pinky ring status so it's no discussion Stop talkin ######, niggaz dodgin and duckin I'm cream cheese with the english muffin I still got respect in the Flatbush junction, HEY [busta Rhymes] Huh, it's like we shakin down a dude We like a pack of dogs that come to take a nigga food My niggaz flip quicker than a ###### interlude I beat niggaz head and blood drippin through a tube Peep ######, I'm only here to change the ###### mood And freeze you niggaz money like a nigga gettin sued And leave you in the church watchin your body gettin viewed Don't get it ###### up or even misconstrued All you niggaz better go and.. [Chorus]

It Ain't Safe No More... The Surgeon General.. of the Flipmode Squad.. has determined.. that the sounds you about to hear.. can be devestatin.. to your ear.. to your mind.. to your body.. to your souuuuuuuuuuuuuullll! [Chorus: Flipmode + Meka] You better, pack up your bags, better get out of town Cause when the God come you know he gon' be puttin it down Everything we do be blowin, better get on the ground It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga) He keeps it wicked by creatin the sound That make the people wanna spaz 'til they give him the crown ###### around you'll turn up missin just to never be found It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga) [Verse One] Bodies'll turn up missin, I promise you need to listen Abolish the need for ######, I polish and shine and glisten Demolishin while I'm whistlin, astonished while you're witnessed Hardest to smash another artist son, regardless if it is a nigga who think he the greatest son I'll lock him in the fridge And hang him from both of his ankles when we drop him from the bridge Blockin your paper really stoppin that dude from gettin his Poppin the safe and splurgin, havin the crew up in the crib Block 'til these niggaz havin 'em rockin gargle with a bib Shittin and fartin, spittin and vomitin all in the crib Fallin into shock from the bullets we shot up in they ribs Hot up the block and blew up the spot and got up out the mix Tried it a couple stops and spotted the Squad up in they whips Plotted and then I signed on the dotted line and made a wish Return us even the hardest makin you garbage niggaz sit The smartest now you a target only the heartless niggaz win Chorus [Verse Two] You can't believe can you, I'm callin my dog Nathaniel And ballin with all my mans you'll be blowin and all will hand you Accordingly or disorderly bullets are sure to bang you considerably my 9 milli hit you at any angle Shootin, shootin, shootin - high, low, verticle or horizontal And if you were makin plans I do think you gon' have to cancel Sorry I had to ask you, save it I have to blast you Takin a chance to laugh from you makin the masses gas you So now you thinkin that you tough and that we can't get at you Change up your mind and leave you stiffer than a massive statue Tired of talkin need to use all your precautionary measures Washin off the blood haulin the water force of steady weather You can handle it or you can't, it be only gettin better Like a candle, we burn your chandles and make you feel the pressure Cockin it back, articulatin the flow just like a lecture Break it down and rebuildin the flow, now peep the architecture Chorus It ain't safe.. in the current state.. of our democracy Terrorism.. ###### bombin New York.. ###### is crazy It ain't safe no more! All these rappin niggaz goin at other rappin niggaz heads ###### is crazy! But most importantly.. The most unsafe thing.. is that.. niggaz ain't seein, the God comin Watch where you walk!

Back 2 The Way It Was Yeah.. yo.. c'mon Ride wit me, lemme take you somewhere [Xzibit] My father was a soldier, my mother was a rider I was born wit my fists balled up, I'ma fighter Inspired, a real rhyme writer Get past the past the future looks brighter But, I wanna get it back to the way it was Exchange blows, elbows and it was still love A better time, better place in space Cause nothin can erase, shame tat' like my nigga Chase Cause Bigga B will never be replaced, right And I'ma scream it to the whole ###### human race Get a bar, get a taste Enforce the muscle to ya hustle and ya did it with grace Cause real niggaz don't save face, they make movements Back to the time when hip-hop was music When N.W.A. got booed at the Apollo Broke "Straight Outta Compton" and the whole world followed Cause right now hip-hop is hollow With no substance, X-Man with the roughness Cause success can suck sometime And many of us the way we act, we even lost our minds [Chorus] You can hold your breath, 'til your blue in the face But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on (now sing the song wit me) You can speculate, on every breath I take But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on [Xzibit] Back to the day when +Cooley+ was +High+ Hustle big like Butch in the Y-B-I We did it 'n died, the gang still multiplied Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply Hypnotized, not by the glitz 'n glamour So ###### them cameras, all I need is clips and hammers The X-Man said that the first rhyme out Were my fans worth my time? The first line out, so Here we are eight years strong and still movin Groovin with a reputation ya can't ruin I wanna take it back how it used to be Five thousand ###### up, rockin outta unity [Chorus] [Xzibit] Was it the alcohol in you, the money the power the fame that made you actually attempt to try to disgrace my name? Played those games nigga when I was younger in life 'Til I seen another man's life cut short with a knife Lose teeth, cause beef, no peace with us Ya can't hang, and ya sho' can't eat with us When times get tough, the tough get rough and drastic Never been blasted, never been an arrogant ###### But I coulda been a lawyer, I shoulda been a doctor I never been a actor, I'm nothin but a monster I move in silence, speak with violence Think with science, live free and walk with lions Cats around me with gats like Yasser Arafat It takes a nation of millions to hold me back Pounds of cush to push what I'm talkin about It's hard to talk the talk with a gauge in yo mouth It's hard to walk the walk with ya back blew out Don't let the things that you can't change stress you out Cause X take the money and run, and raise a man from a son And change the world with the power of one c'mon [Chorus]

Klack [s.A.S. - Mitchy Slick] Yeah.. huh.. it's been a long time It seem like the whole world waitin on the West coast We missed you.. welcome back - let's go! Uhh, yeah that, new West Yes C'mon, uhh Uhh Here we go - Steady gang, Steady gang, Steady gang, Steady gang Uhh, yeah that Yes Klack, klack - klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack, uhh c'mon Yeah, uhh YEAH! YEAH!!! [Xzibit] Strong Arm Steady we ready it's time to ball out When vocal chords spit cold ###### they never thaw out Industry tried to pigeonhole, I had to crawl out Hear my name bein called out, nuclear fallout Full body armor with bangers, we goin all out Garbage bags in trunk of the car, it won't stall out Hit you where you stay, hogtied, you gettin hauled out Crush the whole car, it's well planned and thought out Try to attain fame from beef, you went the wrong route Scrape a 38 on your teeth, I knock 'em all out I know you ain't ###### with me dawg (c'mon NOW) Underestimate, run up on, it's on now Have your niggaz plottin revenge and puttin songs out Demise by design, blueprints is drawn out Flood crack back in the hood, it's been a long drought Show you what this gangster killa Cali is all about [Chorus - repeat 2X] KLACK - for the niggaz that bang in the inner city and KLACK - for the enemies creepin to come and get me Be thankful, if you get away alive You wouldn't kill or won't let nothin die, so keep it movin [Xzibit] Yo! You don't like how I'm livin well ###### YOU Nastradamus style, make every line come through Don't make me spit predict your last action Last man standin (yeah) last man laughin (yeah) Assassin, crosshairs, smile for the birdie (CLICK!) Hit you long range, high powered, 30-30 ###### If you never heard of a heavy assault rifle Hit targets a mile away from the top of the Eiffel (woo!) Knock the soul out of your body, stay plottin like Bin Laden to swoop down and crash your party All bark no bite (SHIIIT!) we don't bark nigga We bite to the white then shake 'til the afterlife Hard work and sacrifice, who's your daddy? Make you wanna drop e'rything and move to Cali We classic, go 'head, speak my name And I'ma lay your ###### down like the All Star game, c'mon [Chorus] [s.A.S. - Mitchy Slick] Sawed-off shotgun, shoot through your shoulderblade ######-made niggaz get, hit with a hand grenade Blow up your Escalade, then I hit the road and I'm back in the hood lookin for somethin to smoke Everytime, I use the element of surprise With a gun that's big enough to make an elephant hide I elevate my rhythm by hustlin crack addicts Get locked but, when I'm released I'm back at it See, Mitch know the time, in front of me the birdie and Phil got the customers comin to get it early we came a long way from po-lice chasin us for dope in our socks and angel dust Yeah klack for the strippers in clubs shakin they ###### This, mac'll have you ###### niggaz runnin like P. Diddy I'll bang you, comin out the side of your mouth We the reason why you stay in the house, Stizzle, Gang [Chorus] [unimportant ad libs to end]

Scent Of A Woman Yeah...Check it out...They say behind every strong man Is an even stronger woman [Chorus] Cause she, was put here to defeat me Cause she, cuss me out, quick to leave me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Cause she, blow my phone up, to reach me Cause she, tried to lock, now she leaves me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need [Xzibit] Man, (?) with that sucka, she I'm from a place, where they quick to say "###### A ######" And gettin' grits, off of ######, try ta get a hitch But I'm a bachelor, stackin' it, drinkin', need to quit Me and my clique, ride through cities like we own da ###### You caught my eye, looking fly, body lookin' thick So who am I? I reply with my government, exchange the numbers Escapades for days, satisfying my hunger Don't trip, you from a long list, a long line Get in line, you so ###### fine, you spendin' time Introduce you as a friend of mine, never my woman I got 20/20 cord vision, seein' you comin' Livin' my life, I don't need a wife But you persist, tryin' ta strengthen our relationship But I'm a dog, and a dog gotta run the streets Without a leash, this ain't workin' so I'm sayin' peace You ain't the one for me! [Chorus] [Xzibit] You found some way to hold on, through all the bullshit Never seen a woman so strong, I used to pull ###### Now them days, long been gone, I gotta move in them streets Provide a place for all my peoples to eat I'm feelin stuck, had to hustle up The A-T-F, hit the house, had me shackled up You lost your mind, hate the time, I was in and out You never let a brother down, when you stressin out You stressin' wanted me, to figure out a different route You could've left, but you a rider and stuck it out And it's a trip, because it's like you never missed a beat You waited anxiously, patiently, stayin' strong for me I sat aside, thinking back to the way I was The way I am, and how I gotta be a stronger man I understand that you love me and you want the best but if you wanna take the good, you gotta take the rest I rock a vest, baby! [Chorus] Cause I, run these streets for my struggle Cause I, carry heat for my troubles Cause I, is that what you want, is that what you want, is that what you need? Cause I, want family so I'm buildin Cause I, want you just for my children Cause I, is that what you want, is that what you want, is that what you need? [Xzibit] And all this time it was you Baby forgive me for the pain, I was puttin you through It's me and you against the world, so I'm keepin' it true I know I haven't been the best, the wrong things I must do I used to think I was the MAN, wasn't havin a clue I wasn't lookin for no love, but I found it in you It's so true, behind every great man is a women Every time you call me, Baby Girl, I'm a come runnin You got a soldier livin' right, girl you saved my life I sacrifice, anything to keep my family tight I seen the light, and when the world try to beat me down You always given me another reason, I can smile Cause you beleived in me, when there was nothin there to see My wife can be my better half, complete my family tree Ugh, nothin can stop us now, ?Verawane? gown Watchin your father, walk his little lady down the isle Cause you the one for me! [Chorus] Cause she, was put here to complete me Cause she, wooze the earth, underneath me Cause she, got what I want, got what I want, got what I need Cause she, won't let go, she won't leave me Cause she, won't leave, what she don't need me Cause she, got what I want, got what I want, got what I need [Outro] Dedicated to the real ones out there Ugh, yeah, this is for you

Tough Guy [busta Rhymes] Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception Busta Bus himself And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular X to the Zizzle That's what the ###### it is, 'nuff said YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! I wanna see you ###### put your hands up Stretch ###### like you doin aerobics ###### Yeah! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Thought you was a tough guy? {*BOOM!*} When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now (A top dollar biller, a Rottweiler, a killer) (Slap the ###### out a nigga tryin to copy my style) [busta Rhymes] Check it I got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) ###### (Many) huh, bodies that's buried in holes of many ditches (Many, many) homes, plenty chrome up on my whip (Plenty) stop for you make me run up on your block and ###### the semi Ready, any, nigga front I hold it steady I (######) back (pop) the ratchet and spill your spaghetti HUH! Properties or blocks, we control 'em (Many, many) glocks know how I kill all your soldiers Freddy My machete (huh) will cut niggaz like I ain't really like 'em (Ha!) Then carve a nigga meat deep like I'm killin a bison HUH! Tyson, animal instinct the way I will beat you Got (many) shots and (plenty) spots for them bullets to eat you (Ha!) See through (huh) them holes them bullets'll leave in between you (Ha!) It seems you, got left to die slow all up inside the venue [Chorus] [Xzibit] Yup! Yo Orangutangin slangin, I'm hangin over the edge I rock two 40 glocks, I call 'em Barney and Fred I stay hungry like I'm only fed water and bread The king of the castle get at you, screamin off witcha head Brutal bustin, it's the X to the Z, we chart climbin You see my name next to that diamond, it's all timin Hit you in the stomach, with somethin your face and feet'll be touchin to have your bones start crackin and bustin To my women who be workin them jeans with fat ###### Rich Itala heels, Roberto Cavali glasses Come to my hideout, let me pimp your ride out Hit your backside, tear your spine out and slide out (HUHHH!) Yeah, cause my grind don't quit I'm a walkin franchise with them extra clips I keep the bread roll thick, do lines so sick that you can cut 'em with a razor blade, sniff the ######, c'mon [Chorus] [busta Rhymes] Yeah, check it I tell you (no lie) ###### nigga you (gon' die - kill or be killed!) Or get bodied just because you (walked by - nigga be still!) 'Fore the trigger go off and a (shot fly) and the ######'ll be ill If the shot turn your stomach to a (pot pie) nigga we spill A little liquor for the homey muh'fucka (WE STILL) 'll make a nigga leak blood, 'til he need a (REFILL) You try to be a tough guy, and complicate what I build Somebody don't beat the ###### out this muh'fucka (WE WILL!) [Xzibit] Asthmatic, dramatic, fold you like a Kraftmatic Heavy metal press hittin your chest like a train wreck Command respect, throw it one time for your set on deck Niggaz you never forget I set up precedents, homey you never snitch, hide the evidence Dummies dig ditches, they dyin for dead presidents The big screen make 'em seem large like an elephant But in real life they so soft and so delicate [Chorus]

Crazy Ho [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] I'd leave the girl alone, but the ###### keeps callin me All day and all night long, she just keeps callin me She says she'll kill herself if I try to let her go Somebody pray for me, cause I'm stuck with a crazy ho [suga Free] Comin from a cat, that uhh believe that if wasn't nobody else in the world to pimp he'll probably pimp hisself, that's me, Suga Free Dig that, yeah, again? Uhh X, man, y'know If I don't slop her man she feel like I don't love her, youknowhatI'mtalkinabout? This thing takes all kinds of turns and switches and changes, y'know It's called the P - Steady! [Chorus] [s.A.S. - Phil Da Agony] Woman out the wilderness - ######! The homies say you got a wildabeast piece But she a dimepiece, her mind lost, thrown off course She been divorced twice, overwhelmed by - bad advice from a past life, she crazy though Call my telephone a hundred times in a row I don't know how to let her go I'm stuck with this ho - pardon me But she ain't nuttin but the worst part of me She even threatened to slice her artery I gotta watch my God Degree She tried to voodoo the peas and throw her eyelashes in the recipe Please, it's more than she's spittin in my lemonade and R. Kelly ain't got the right to sing the hook, like Butch Yeah, c'mon, spit it [Chorus] [s.A.S. - Mitchy Slick] Now since chickens of a feather be cluckin together And I met her through Aiesha, I shoulda known better She a pro-fessional charger Laker chaser The kind that'll lie and say one of 'em raped her (trick) But she in love with a gangsta And it's been all trivial since the day that I janked her Swore she wasn't ghetto but I met her at Fairmont Shoulda knew she was a gangsta when she said that it wasn't her man's car - but now she crazy over me Tryin to OD, cause she can't be with me She'll, ###### with different sets just to bring you beef Fake a pregnancy just to get you fo' a G, crazy [butch Cassidy] How much can one man take? Worried if I leave it's her life she'll take So I'm stuck here livin life in fear Situation so severe I need to change my ways Pay more attention to her ho-pefully Thinkin with my ###### every night and day The ###### won't go away [s.A.S. - Krondon] Girl stop screamin All in front of my house, tellin everybody you not leavin And just beat it - you're insane Crazy and deranged and I don't need you Look, don't make me repeat it I'ma say it one time, kick rocks or I'ma call the one-time I shoulda hollered at your sister (aiy) We went to the same high school, and plus she finer than you Hey - baby this one's on you You know it ain't no fun if the homies can't have none too You dug my man out, your hand's out, askin for help Hey - go 'head trick, kill yourself, {?} [Chorus] [suga Free] That means you ain't doin it for free And that's what I'm talkin 'bout, Suga Free Up in here with Xzibit y'knamhsayin, West coast big style We really doin this out here f'real homey Y'knahmsayin, y'all get to know, y'knahmsayin You'll get to know yo' folks a little bit better too if you just uhh, recognize this P, y'knahmean? Y'knahmsayin we respect the hip-hop, we respect the whole 9 Y'knahmtalkinabout pimpin, the bud is greener and the grass is greener Y'knahmtalkinabout, the pimpin is cleaner and mackin is meaner Y'knamsayin, DIG THAT You can be a stand-up ho or a fall-down ###### And we mean this out here on the West

Ride Or Die [Chorus] We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I bust you that's fly My gun never been shy, that's how gangsters get by It's either ride or die... [Verse 1: Xzibit] ... we just boogy, advance The rubber band stack thick in my pants Real gangsters make plots and plans and touch dirt Only prayin for the day when they can wash they hands Real gangsters leave nothin to chance at first glance If it ain't a sho' thing then you bet' not swing Real gangsters keep that Cutlass clean, keep the monsters mean And when you dump it drop it right at the scene Real gangsters got a gangsta lean You might not talk red, black, or blue but everybody talk green Glance to my left look over my right shoulder Livin life in my rearview, ###### stayin sober Forget back I sit back and wait for the click-clack Real gangsters want real spit so I spit that Real gangsters don't even say it They just hit the trunk ###### it and spray it Light up your Christmas! Yeah! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Xzibit] ... and don't slip up It's way too late when the bodybags zip up Real gangsters pray for they soul when they get up You live by the gun but you'll die by that hit up Watch that rig up, find yo'self in a box in a spot where the cops can't dig up Real gangsters ain't just thugs in bandanas Slugs and big cannons, drugs and big hammers Real gangsters open up ya minds and expand 'em Why was Tupac really spittin at the cameras? Cause real gangsters get no peace, they want us six feet deep or locked down in the belly of the beast Real gangsters make bread, rise like yeast Won't hesitate to put hot chrome to ya teeth So ###### beef! Real gangsters load heat When ya see 'em in the street better call the police, c'mon [Chorus] [Verse 3: Tone] ... syndrome is a fear that inner-city residents have of they own peers People in they own community usin a case where two blacks got smoked by one in '93 And ain't now nigga be the murder case Usin and servin survival ###### as a defense plea In Cali big knot (knot) The judicial system out here'll have you level fo' 'til you rot It's because of the system we violence stricken Forced to frequent the zone when the reefer's driftin And it's hella drift cause in Southeast Danglewood ###### near, 30 years of Bloodin and Crippin And we inflicted with a disease mo' trip than an H-I-V Can't nuthin protect you from a hundred, drummer 2-2-3's You can call the police Wear a V-E-S-T but forget about safety [Chorus]

Hey Now (Mean Muggin) [Timbaland] Oh! C'mon! Oh! Ah! C'mon! [Verse - Xzibit] I'm a - menace to society baby The police wanna relocate me They running with gun up but they can't fade me They wanted to come up but they ain't crazy I ride one in the chamber, with gun on ###### '6-tre Chevrolet rollin witout no top Got them hydraulics that's dumping, making it drop California to Virginia Timmy making it hot (WOOO!!!) Taking - long rides in the G4 plane X Man to the stage, got 'em going insane Yeah! Got the world saying my name I'm bout to make a little change, I'ma keep it the same, ya dig X to the Z baby, run up on you hitting corners Phantom platinum grill X be the life of the party, c'mon! Don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody [Chorus] (Timbaland) Can you feel the speakers jumping? (yeah!) Other guys surrounding but they don't say nuthin (yeah!) Muggin in the club like they wanna do something (yeah!) Feeling kinda rowdy huh? hey now! hey now! (slow down!) All the girls mean muggin (yeah!) Cause it musta seem what the girl pulled up in (yeah!) In the club like they wanna do something (yeah!) Feeling kinda rowdy huh? hey now! hey now! (slow down!) [Verse - Xzibit] Hey girl! Look where I live 40 acres and a Maybach Benz You wanted to party but I got biz This ain't entertainment, I'm feedin my kid On a 4 or 5 in the carpool lane Got to hit some corners, I'm ridin the caine Wanna ride out to a island and tan your frame And just waste away a couple of days, holla back at me! Look where I bat Make the crowd get loud like the sound of a gat L.A. on my baseball hat Where they runnin right up on you in that black on black So move - better - bounce like a mother When brother got Mass Weapons of warr with each other X gettin big, not ready to die yet My militant mindset got you runnin for cover, so yo! [Chorus] [bridge] I'm the life of the party I got a moon roof! We poppin up out of Look at the whole world! They talkin about us I got a mean hook! To rattle yo body [Verse - Xzibit] (Timbaland) I wanna - talk a little, pick ya brain wanna see you in somethin little, walk around the plane Yeah! I got a lot to gain Getting my label off the ground like David Blaine So now - what you know bout me?! I'm a self made man from poverty Yeah! Now I own a lot of property I "pimp rides," lifestyles, and companies, so yo! Now let me spit you the facts I used to hustle the corner, but I ain't bringin you that Naw! I'm like swingin a bat Run at yo kneecaps for comin out ya face like that Baby girl touchin my chain (oh!) Now let me tell you who I ain't (oh!) You can't run no games (I'm gangsta, baby ain't nuttin changed) [Chorus] [Timbaland ad-libs]

Criminal Set {*helicopter flying overhead*} "Outside the South Central area, few cared about the violence because - it didn't affect them." - Tom Brokaw "Break 'em off somethin" - Ice Cube [Chorus] "Back to the criminal set... but they can't catch me yet" - Ice Cube Don't trip you might break your neck {"break 'em off somethin"} And get wet from the reign of the tec, I {"break 'em off somethin"} "Back to the criminal set... but they can't catch me yet" - Ice Cube Your gum bumpin gon' lead to gun bumpin {"break 'em off somethin"} I'm the one when the party is jumpin to {"break 'em off somethin"} [Xzibit] I heard the O.G.'s they don't hit And I'm the only one left from the West that you can't ###### with But lately I've been feelin like Will Smith Why bother with rap when I can get 20 mill' on a flick? Y'all niggaz just started some ######, the underdog Makin songs for them hogs, and them Bloods and Crips For the shah by the mall with a Muslim scent After all, who do you call to rock your ######? {"break 'em off somethin"} Bust the ghetto bird, circle above, reminisce of the dust kicked up, the dirt swept under the rug Duct tape, ski-mask, tape recorders Cue Kaze, ready to blaze and bakin soda First learned how to cook in a coffee pot Made the block get hot like lava rock Got love for the block cause I came from that But I ain't afraid to go right back {"break 'em off somethin"} [Chorus] [Xzibit] It's a, suicide it's a suicide If you ever get the heart to try ###### with mines No change, I'm poppin the nine, you ridin the pine {"break 'em off somethin"} The heavy metal knock you out of your mind {"break 'em off somethin"} Now how many really gon' ride, when the war start? Eaten alive by these hollow-tip darts My 12 gauge'll tear you apart, don't get caught at the light the house party or the neighborhood park Mr. X marks the spot then pops the mark Turn your whole neighborhood to a parkin lot I paid the cost to be the boss and will do my time standin up 'til I get an appeal These weapons too real to conceal, so why bother Semper fidelis, I learned from my father I always stay faithful to myself and grow But when I catch that ###### after the show - {"break 'em off somethin"} [Chorus] [Xzibit] I'm slick and slippery On a high-speed chase all the way to the victory Y'all niggaz is stone cold mysteries Too weak, can't stand in the ring with me Put a ###### back in his place, straightlaced With a Strong Arm Steady gang up in your face I run a race with the West to my back While you're the reason why they say niggaz in the West can't rap Ever since the white Concourse 'Llac, I've been unmatched A avalanche in the hood on attack Just hardcore actual facts, never wait Just react when them killers come at you with gats Had to dig the knife out of my back, now I'm back on track Hittin laps, 'bout to widen the gap yo It ain't the long fall from the top that got 'em It was the sharp sudden stop at the bottom, haha {"break 'em off somethin"} [Chorus]

Judgement Day (Ohhhh, yeah yeah yeah yeah) [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) Soon be comin the judgement day (Ahh, soon there be comin the judgement day) [Xzibit - starts over Chorus] Yes, uhh, breathe with me C'mon.. listen, yo I know you're fed up, feel like you can't get up Have faith, stay strong, keep your head up Yo, it only gets worse; we in a world where your status and your bank account determine your worth There's no time to rehearse, the clock been tickin cause we all started dyin at birth, I speak the truth and it hurts It felt like I was dyin of thirst 'til I was blessed with my voice, I move mountains with verse The worst thing you ever seen in your life, "The Passion of Christ" Pregnant chicks buyin rock, hittin the pipe It ain't like I ain't tried to tell ya; misery love company Keepin the wrong company brings failure Cause people use people like paraphenalia With a scam, with a scheme, with a dream to sell ya But I ain't got nothin but love for all my soldiers and thugs To all of my women, we gotta keep livin, c'mon [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (Ohh, don't turn your back and then walk away y'all) Soon be comin the judgement day (Soon there be comin judgement day) [Xzibit - starts over Chorus] Yeah! C'mon Mr. X to the Z had to raise the stakes Had to touch my people like T.D. Jakes On the ground like a nigga flippin crumbs to cake I won't stop like an eighteen wheeler with no brakes Bein dipped in her-on so each CD's weight Niggaz be fake, they speak what they can't create (create) You won't, see me break, I'm built for a tough frame One-eighty-five and I'm still on huff I was only 15, tryin to pass that rock Never got caught, just sat down, collected my thoughts This is bullshit, I ain't got a plane or a boat I'm just another nigga sellin some coke, y'know? Had to grab life right by the throat, murder I wrote My callin for ballin wasn't pedalin dope It was oversea convoys, bangin out cuts No police or government agency lockin me up, so what? [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) Soon be comin the judgement day (SOOOOON there'll be a-comin a judgement day) [Xzibit] C'mon.. What do you believe in? I believe in karma And that fo'-five to drop that drama Can't wait for the time when I meet my maker Picture everlasting life in Jamaica, time to wake up Watch your thoughts, your thoughts become words Your words become actions when the bullshit happens Keep laughin, that's when the gauge start clackin Feel the buckshots smackin have your body mismatchin Yo, I feel the devil tryin to force my hand Steady bringin out the soldier in a peaceful man See I was born to be all that I can, without a Uncle named Sam As you can see we just a part of his plan Cause first there was a war on blacks And then there was a war on crack, now it's war in Iraq, c'mon I never give up, I only give back I ain't preachin I'm just statin the facts So let the choir SING! [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) Soon be comin the judgement day (Owwwww, soon there'll be comin the judgement day)

Beware Of Us Yeah, Stong Arm Steady One gang, four guns, how the West was won, let's go [Chorus: Xzibit] Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us [Chorus] [s.A.S. - Krondon] I'm eatin chicken wings, mm, it's like chicken feed Mm, I'm at the feedhouse smokin all this chicken's weed Huh, you're hardly hard, this sucker's soft as volleyball Cold Chillin' like my name was +Big Daddy+ +Marley Marl+ You're not a star at all, no, you're just a sidekick, yeh Runnin the outside lickin ###### and ridin dicks Real niggaz start cliques, start ###### we spark clips The mac'll make your door lift and leave me with a sore wrist You should be impressed, yeh, it's like my first impression I pull representer, exposition in a session I'm in the Expedition, expose a dark dimension Your girl used to suck ###### du-ring detention You got dumped, she came up by spittin out nuts of every homey comin home from prison Yeah the fake chicks get ###### the Ferragamo fake fits I keep they drawers drenched, no drawers, fake tits [Chorus] [s.A.S. - Phil Da Agony] This the last call, total recall, my pimpin flowin like Niagara Falls So you can Phil Da Agony y'all Yeah you get beat to the punch, rap monsters eat you for lunch And feed you to the beat that you want Fear keep knockin fake fans sent to no one ###### them niggaz run from me I don't owe 'em Why do things for free, you don't know 'em These niggaz'll load up the heat, they don't throw 'em Hooks stay floatin in my mind, I design 'em like architects workin online, I'm on the incline Lamp like the heavyweight champ, it took 3 months of trainin While it's rainin take your brain through boot camp Fair facts, Nike Air Max, I'm back blunted Yeah that them niggaz hear that and don't want it Triple trick niggaz get sick to they stomach Strong Arm Steady ready act like you want it - ######! [Chorus] [Xzibit] Every day above ground is a good day My wordplay only contain what the hood say Clack the black off a nigga make him see the light My overhand right'll violate your civil rights We get bars, big cars, cigars 12 gauge salute to your face to face God Icon, marathon mack, where the ###### at? Raise it back, steady game, came with a gang of gats I hit your pressure points, we jack the motherlode Expose your motives like a CSI episode Output maximum level, dig deep down in the dirt with diligence and dance with the devil, yeah Cause you don't know me homey, I keep the banger on me It wasn't my aim, it came with the territory Feet planted firm in the turf, plant you six feet deep in the earth Gettin slumped while the ammo dump, ###### [Chorus] Bewaaaaaaare of us {*BLAM*}

Muthafucka [Chorus] Keep on actin like it ain't gon' happen 'til it happen when it happen gon' you wish it never did - ###### [Xzibit] Heyyyyyyy - ######<a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> Hey baby sexy lady, you make them pants look crazy I know you're schemin have you leavin screamin ###### you pay me L.A. got tons of dameys, that's quick to have that baby and try to squeeze you for every penny that you thought of makin These streets is ###### vicious, can't make the wrong decisions They have you shot up and shot up caught up behind some ###### Handle yo' business homey, cause ain't no homies in business So many people in this business be so ###### phony I see right through them traps, these niggaz run they yaps But when it really crack them ###### niggaz runnin laps I clap 'em in they tracks, my paper come in stacks and stacks of rubberbands thicker than a paperback Just let the Henny flow, go where you wanna go My party heavyset ready set baby here we go It's not a ###### game, you know my ###### name I'm #1 with a ###### bullet MAYNE [Chorus] [Xzibit] ###### My soldiers come with missiles, gauges grenades and pistols ###### you're all in front of the paper dyin to press the issue My soldiers gettin at you, full clip is spittin at you You duck and stuck in position just like a ###### statue Nigga I'm quarterbackin, we got it fully crackin and poppin and showin no signs of stoppin with options ###### the industry (YEAH) derive energy from Hennessy Literally I smoke like a chimney (You know we got them Hummers tight) we got them #'s right They wanna catch you, get naked, beggin to spend the night Here go some good advice - come through steppin light Believe me, extremely easy to lose your life Get 'em up and keep 'em up (X) they tryin to get me touched If you gon' swang it, nigga brang it, I don't give a ###### (yeah) Fin' to make this party jump (yeah) fin' to make this party bounce (YEAH!) So take your shoes off 'fore you step yo' ###### in my house [Chorus] [Xzibit] ###### (###### we keep it crackin right) we bring it back to life Biohazard ###### that's spreadin like a parasite We ain't the talkin type (nah) you get the target sight Lee Boyd Malvo, can't stop me now no! (Get yo' ###### paper up) we had to snatch it up Full metal jacket stay clack clackin to back 'em up Don't even think about, you get your ###### rerouted Straw for your food, have you ###### through a plastic tube (AHH) I know you ###### hate it, we stay inebriated (yeah) Break out the Hennessy bottle baby and regulate it It's not a ###### game, you know my ###### name I'm #1 with a ###### bullet mayne

Saturday Night Live [intro] Ahhh! We bout to go this ###### club tonight, y'knahmean? Poke some ###### hoes, y'knahmean? Make sure them hoes, y'knahmean? Gon' act accordingly, y'knahmean? Some nigga over there tryin to love one hoe Y'knahmean? You got one hoe! Nigga youse a stone ###### Jackson Nigga youse a stony Jackson, you can't ###### with us So nigga, tuck your tail and hide your hoe nigga [Jelly Roll] We parked our rides, in front of club All these niggaz started givin us love Sayin I'm the ######, Xzibit you the ###### Jelly Roll get 'em, can I be for real? It's Strong Arm and Jelly Roll, cool for real Yeah ######, why don't you just chill Cause I'm just coolin at the spot Ain't much wrong plus you're makin it hot I like shinin from all the grindin Girl's best friend, man I'm just like diamonds I like khakis and Air Force Ones Gangsters in the hood with them air force guns We poppin them tags, our pockets fat We fin' to put the world in a shopping bag Nigga X the man, and I'm the man We tryin to make you love it, don't you understand? [Chorus] If you're with Strong Arm, you're really down with us If you get high, then get a blunt and roll it up Your hood's gon' ride, then let me see you throw it up If you ready I'm ready see really we don't give a ###### Get'cha ###### up if you're really down with us Girl you ain't cute, get on the floor and move your butt The bar is open everybody's gettin drunk If you're ready I'm ready see really we don't give a ###### [Xzibit] Another night in L.A., the homies all valet We got it lookin the dub show in front of the place Strong Arm + 75, we so deep we arrive and then we swarm like you ###### with the hive Gotta look a nigga right in the eyes, to tell the truth and the lies Even the strong find it hard to survive Another day another dollar we can walk on water Better, drop your tone, you ain't nobody's father Hotter than about a buck shot your carne asada X burn down the town like a path of lava Pathological drama so we got it inside Is it the wine or the women it's so hard to decide Look alive it's crackin; this is organized street hustlin with corporate backin promotin interstate traffic (traffic) Classic, smash out right Cause live from Los Angeles it's Saturday Night [interlude] Cause I, can get yo' ###### on the floor Cause this, is this the funk that you want? The hand, it comes way up in the air And wave 'em all around like you just don't caaaaaaaaare ######, come off of those pots Stop, shake that junk in your trunk See you, can move this groovyville ###### The shake that makes the whollllle club flip [Chorus] [Xzibit] You might get shot in the face if you don't stay in your place You ain't a soldier like me you a ###### disgrace X move like a shark in the water, I'm dodgin death and disorder I'll get you hit it won't cost me a quarter I was sent here to strangle and slaughter in no particular order Your big mouth might endanger your daughter Another day another digit I'ma speak it and live it Better get yourself a gun 'fore you ###### with Xzibit Pockets shorter than a midget, you can ###### forget it X green light the target and easily hit it Grab the zone and split it so we smokin them woods Steady givin niggaz the business and keepin it hood Firearms we packin, this is military mindstate that's ready for action we mercenaries and assassins (blastin) Clashin, smash out right Cause live from Los Angeles it's Saturday Night [Jelly Roll] Let's hit the club and get it on tonight Let's get drunk this is Saturday Night Just got paid, shine my chrome up tight Time to get it crackin, off the Henn' tonight X is here, the gang is here Jelly Roll production bangin crystal clear I've been low, now check my highs Million dollar niggaz right before yo' eyes [Xzibit] In Los Angeles, homey (it's Saturday Night) In Houston, dogg (it's Saturday Night) In Miami, mate (it's Saturday Night) In Atlanta, shorty (it's Saturday Night) In St. Louis, dirty (it's Saturday Night) In New Orleans wodie, yo (it's Saturday Night) In New York City, yo (it's Saturday Night) Around the world baby, yo (it's Saturday Night) [Outro] On some straight ###### pimpin ######, y'knahmean?

Cold World [Verse 1: Xzibit] Justine, 19, just got clean Fresh outta rehab with self-esteem She ain't felt this good in a while A new leash on life, a vibrant thang, a beautiful smile Used to run with a circle of friends, who was skeleton thin Sniff white lines off powerful men But see, all that's a thang of the past, she got class And be damned if she'd let herself burn and crash She ain't from money so she startin from scratch It's hard working for scraps It take everything she got not to relaspe Locked down in 9 to 5, but at the 9 to 5 She get sexually harrased and chastised Boss is a married man, she won't touch him Frustrated angry man, she won't ###### him She's out of her job, at Basket Cakes Least it came wit an 8, 2 lines to the face God ######! [Chorus] It's a cold, cold, world, and you know it Niggaz will lay you down and take your bread, yeah and you know it Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it! Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it, yeah [Verse 2: Xzibit] He was on his own, at a very young age When he learned from the streets, made everything change See he came up with hustlers, lost his religion It's funny how money can make a nigga think he livin I ain't talkin paper like Jigga or Dre It's more like 7500, 9 ounces of lle' That's what he say he can get for the flip, they thought the deal was legit But he stuck him and split, in deep ###### Now his mother work for minimum pay Live a positive way, she the first one at church every Sunday Blind to the needs of her son, he's a gatling gun In the streets, jackin niggaz for fun It's a non-stop search through the hood, but can't catch him They found out where mom stayed and went steppin The evil that men do, but still we continue With death and dishonor, for the all mighty dollar, it's so cold [Chorus] [Verse 3: Xzibit] He was 13, brought up in Baghdad Ate with his right and made money with his left hand Prayed to the East, 5 times daily His mother and father just had a new born baby Now his father was an Imam who carried the weight And built his family on 5 pillars of faith Never trippin off Western ways, it meant nada Pilgramige to Mecca to circle around Kabba 300 miles away, British troops hit Basra His cousin waged jihad and died with honor He heard about the buildings on 9-11 And a man named Bush on a search for weapons Now here come the U.S., to crush Saddam Wit 88 thousand tons of missle and bombs But his family's too broke to move or find shelter If they all had to die, they would die together and that's cold... ###### [Chorus]

L-A-X You better get ready for the war [Chorus] It's so frustratin, so many hatin Somebody gon' make me break the law But I ain't waitin, there's no escapin You better get ready for the war [Verse One] A shotgun fanatic, who right back at it You get, mopped and dropped like a filthy habit X, snatch and grab it, got you hopin I fail Cause if I fail you'd be happy like a ###### in jail I'm full retail, guaranteed to sell In my jet black McClaren with my mademoiselle I'm strong-arm steady, you fragile and frail You think you ready for them steady niggaz? I can't tell Sex sells so ###### you all, we came to bubble and ball You getting shutd own soon as I touch down Bust rounds, enemies slayed and cut down Fully automatic spittin rounds with no sound Break down your whole regime, like an M-16 Make sure the chamber in the barrel is clean And the spring that's connected to the firin pin That's connected to the trigger when I squeeze it again, begin [Hook: Xzibit] Look ma top of the world, the best of the best King California, L-A-X Out the hood, in the penthouse, from the projects One man, one gun, how the West was won - sing! [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse Two] Hit like a heavyweight, breathe deep, meditate Make the whole crowd get loud, make 'em levitate I ride through my city like a presidential candidate L-A-X, Phantom double-R, and accelerate Stack build elevate, crash through the prison gate Generation hate, appetite to eliminate X-Man don't spit rhymes, I ventilate Traffic contraband, yeah banned through the interstate Got a sick flow - didn't know? Let me demonstrate Renovate the game, new nigga that you love to hate The left hand lands and the right hand devastates Half part of your face replaced with a metal plate Irate, get snatched to a better place Let the detached decorate with the yellow tape Detonate, drop bombs, make the earth shake In Brazil with a half mill' in the briefcase [Hook] [Chorus] - 2X [Outro] ... You better get ready for the war

Rock, Rocking Tha Spot Right about now, in this place to be Most definately, the Bomfunk MC's dropping the bomb Whole lot of soul as he cuts it up Rock, rock and roll as he cuts it up Cutmaster king with hardcore cuts Making it rough, rock, rocking the spot Cool evidently as he cuts it up Break, breaking the funk as he cuts it up Wounded heart with the B-Boys drop Dropping the bomb, rock, rocking the spot Watch behind move as he cuts it up Delivering the groove as he cuts it up Transforming the ###### to the beat that rocks Bad meaning, bad meaning, don't stop You know you're itchy when he cuts it up Place get wet as he cuts it up Pure madness on wheels, throw em up, throw em up Go Gismo, go, let me see what you're made of Hear me out now cause the mic I will rock You can't say I'm not cause the mic I'll rock Boom boom, you feel lick a shot then you can lick a shot This a DJ about to mash it up Boom boom, you feel lick a shot then you can lick a shot Boom boom, you feel lick a shot then you can lick a shot Boom boom, you feel lick a shot then you can lick a shot This a DJ about to mash it up ###### me, rocking the spot, what ###### me, take you to the top, what ###### me, throw em up, what, what Doing the do cause the mic I'll rock, what ###### me, rocking the spot, what ###### me, take you to the top, what ###### me, throw em up, what, what Doing the do cause the mic I'll rock, what Hear me out now cause the mic I will rock You can't say I'm not cause the mic I'll rock Boom boom, you feel lick a shot then you feel lick a shot This a DJ about to mash it up Blowing the roof off cause the mic I'll rock Got a rocket in my pocket cause the mic I'll rock In the way to stars for the future shock B-O-W rock, rocking the spot Watch behind move as he cuts it up Delivering the groove as he cuts it up Transforming the ###### to the beat that rocks Bad meaning, bad meaning, don't stop You know you're itchy when he cuts it up Place go wet as he cuts it up Pure madness on wheels, throw em up, throw em up Go Gismo, go, let me see what you're made of Hear me out now cause the mic I will rock You can't say I'm not cause the mic I'll rock Boom boom, you feel lick a shot then you feel lick a shot This a DJ about to mash it up Boom boom, you feel lick a shot then you can lick a shot Boom boom, you feel lick a shot then you can lick a shot Boom boom, you feel lick a shot then you can lick a shot This a DJ about to mash it up ###### me, rocking the spot, what ###### me, take you to the top, what ###### me, throw em up, what, what Doing the do cause the mic I'll rock, what ###### me, rocking the spot, what ###### me, take you to the top, what ###### me, throw em up, what, what Doing the do cause the mic I'll rock, what

B-Boys & Flygirls (Y2K Mix) B-Boys, fly girls, throw your hands in the air Ah yeah, like you just don't care B-Boys, fly girls, throw your hands in the air Ah yeah, like you just don't care B-Boys, fly girls, throw your hands in the air Ah yeah, like you just don't care Old school sounds, gun down blastin' All the homies in the house, you know they be maxin' Coolin' out with style like back in the days Representing the skills, putting suckers in their place Funky fresh, I'm with the most finest DJ got a record so you could impress All the fly girls, yeah, the sexy ladies See, ain't no doubt about what's happening later B-Boys, fly girls, throw your hands in the air Ah yeah, like you just don't care B-Boys, fly girls, throw your hands in the air Ah yeah, like you just don't care B-Boys, fly girls, throw your hands in the air Ah yeah, like you just don't care B-Boys, fly girls, throw your hands in the air Ah yeah, like you just don't care Two turntables and a microphone That's all we need to rock on the show Bam bam bam, are you ready for yes yes yalling Get your funky ###### up, this is the last calling Funky fresh, I'm with the most finest DJ got a record so you could impress All the fly girls, yeah, the sexy ladies See, ain't no doubt about what's happening later B-Boys, fly girls, throw your hands in the air Ah yeah, like you just don't care B-Boys, fly girls, throw your hands in the air Ah yeah, like you just don't care B-Boys, fly girls, throw your hands in the air Ah yeah, like you just don't care B-Boys, fly girls, throw your hands in the air Ah yeah, like you just don't care

Put Your Hands Up Put your hands up (x4) I feel the speed comin' I'm quite spectacular Suckers get scared like my name was Dracula Think you want to win _____________ and women smiling ____________ and tell you ____________ from Radio Mafia Nuff respect to ________ _____________ It's about the time you can live without your mama, go! Put your hands up (x4)

Spoken Word Da poetry By now you should know it's me The brother of word Giving thanks and praises To so many names and faces In different places From '84 to '99 It's been a very long time Since the movement called hip-hop arrived To this cold country of mine Seen the old, the new And now the true school And for once I can say Something has changed Or is it just me In the place to be (hardcore) Am I about to take it in my face Question, where were you at at the time of the fat shoelaces When the hell was really raised, huh I know every face Writers, breakers, DJ's, MC's, Fly girls Representing, respecting, unwritten laws Rules, star wars But even though There's one thing I know And it's been said before Eliminate the distance It's not where you're from, it's where you at Mentally The poetry Enough love, peace and respect Come correct You gotta pay your dues If you've got something to prove It is a competition Cause the business side can't see the mission a-k-a the B-boy vision Two thousand and still counting Yo it S-U-C-K-S And I gotta run but come for the Bomfunk crew So you'd better listen if you don't wanna be missing The perfect combination on a mission to rock the dancefloor To hit you right where it hurts, I'll leave you begging for more Like Roger, but this is not a story of a rabbit Gismo and B-O-W just got a habit Of speeding up your heartbeat Moving you no doubt, so Bomfunk MC's do it to the crowd What up looking good, catch me cooking food