[Busta Rhymes]

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

[Busta Rhymes]

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)]

[Busta Rhymes]

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

[Busta Rhymes]

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

[Busta Rhymes]

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'..

[Busta Rhymes]

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]

[Busta Rhymes]

 

 

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!

[XZIBIT]

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]

[XZIBIT]

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]

[XZIBIT]

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

[XZIBIT]

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]

[XZIBIT]

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

[XZIBIT]

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]

[XZIBIT]

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]

[XZIBIT]

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]

[XZIBIT]

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)

[XZIBIT]

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*}

[XZIBIT]

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

[XZIBIT]

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?

[XZIBIT]

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]

[XZIBIT]

 

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

[Bomfunk MC's]

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

[Bomfunk MC's]

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

[Bomfunk MC's]

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)

[Bomfunk MC's]

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