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Xzibit - Multiply Lyrics

Xzibit - Multiply Video

(Xzibit)
I've been this way and I can't stop (ah)
Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no)
Half-assed rhymes that you can't rock (ta)
It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got-ta
Get a grip while the gettin is good
Before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood
I don't need that, I don't believe that
E'rybody gon' get hurt, ride the dirt
I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game
Nah!! I'ma evolve continue to change
It take brains, balls and backbone to get it on
And keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own
So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it
I'm just bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it
Speech don't faill me now
Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down
 
(Chorus: Nate Dogg)
We back on line We came to ride
We build We stack We multiply
We (stay on the grind) Until we die
And back for mo', cause we can't get enough
 
(Xzibit)
Above the rest, accept no less
Go ahead, check the game, be my guest
Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest
Win time after time 'til there ain't none left
Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work
I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt
Everybody and anybody who come to my party
Like they ready to get roudy and touch somebody
Who's that nigga y'all came to see? X!
Often imitated, but cannot be, X!
What's next, collect respect like paychecks
Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex
What do you believe in? I believe in
Seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance
Here for redemption been around forever
Y'all cats were just too blind to listen
 
(Chorus)
 
(Nate Dogg)
It ain't my fault.. we keep droppin hits
And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin yo' bitch
It ain't shit changed.. we gon' bang like this
And I'm drinkin this fifth, we still don't take no shit
 
(Xzibit)
I got a Sixth Sense, that tells me you ain't worth six cents
I'm sick with my sixth sense
Whattup Doc? I'm gettin down to business
Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district
Lose yourself in the music, move it or lose it
Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the
Next man, it's the X Man rollin
Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin
Make mine Golden, permanent State issue
Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu
Long range missile, if we got issues
I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you
I'ma keep swingin 'til the medics come get you
We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through
Peep the design from the mastermind
Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time!
 
(Chorus repeat 2X)
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Xzibit - Year 2000 Lyrics

Xzibit - Year 2000 Video

I wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute, yea
China (?), yeah thanks for the lighter
Anybody smoke here?
Yeah, aight, thats more for me you punk motherfuckers
Look, check it out, look
 
(Verse 1)
Everybody, here was born to hustle
It's a very thin line between the boss and the muscle
We foot soldiers
Face first in the trenches
Only time I'm on my back is fucking these
Hoes and weight bitches
Hell's kitchen, raw kitchen
Never crying and bitching and settling
For less
Metal in your chest, take a final breath
Revolutionary
It's X-man the mercenary
Carry a .44 desert eagle
Feeding my people even if it aint legal
Low-ride in the regal or the cadillac
Money stack probably give yo ass a
Heart attack
Purchased your last cd I want my money
Back
You see the battle Ima see you in the
Street
Survival of the first to draw the heaters
And the cannons
Im guaranteed to be the last man standing
 
(Chorus 2x)
Crack a bottle for your hard time
It's dedicated to my soldiers on the
Front line
This one's for all of us
Thinking bout your casualties
Learn from mistakes, protect your family
Cause its the year 2000
 
(Verse 2)
Everybody wanna be king
Fuck everything
All this shit is bout to me mine
I hear it all the time
Livin life for the day
Easier to burn than papier-mache
Started with Dre
Graduate to radioplay
I still ain't satisfied
Bout to blast off worldwide
Get in line check the politics
Ever wonder why only certain
Motherfuckers get rich
Ain't this a bitch
Barely can eat, barely can pee
I dedicate my life to the street
It's not for you if your stomach is weak
Relax with dead bodies covered with sheets
Thats the only time I really find peace
Having violent stand-offs with the police
North Hollywood beef
Grinding my teeth
Have you stuck and stunned in disbelief
New breed Im the bad seed
Smoke your weed til my mothafucking eyes
Bleed
Dedicated to the niggas that despise us
So ain't nobody s'posed to be here
Besides us
Catch a flatline
 
(Chorus 2x)
 
Broadcastin live from Planet Los Angeles
Right, heh, it's X to tha Z, Xzibit
What, new millenium,
 
(Verse 3)
I was one that never begged for nothing
Me and my homies build penitentiary
Huff-it
Running your mouth like a bitch cause you
All on my dick
What is he dogg pound now? is he still
With Tha Liks?
Is he rich? is xzibit a crip? this is
Business stay the fuck out of my family shit
A grown man, the back of my hand is what
You will see
If the X-fives make you believe
You check the sound scan I do the math
Me and my staff run a worldwide warpath
A bloodbath, make Xzibit have a good laugh
It's going down, hit the ground like a
Plane crash
You lil fags ain't prepared for the X-man
Scared and desperate
Young and restless
There is no guest list
Move to the back of the line
Yo its my time, prime time only where the
Beats and the rhyme shine
 
(Chorus 2x)
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