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XZIBIT lyrics - Man Vs Machine

Multiply

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Multiply f/ Nate Dogg [Xzibit] I've beeeeen 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 watch (no) It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got-ta Get it Crip 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, if I do dirt I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game Nah!! I'ma evolve continue to change It take brains, balls and backbones 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 failllll me now Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down [Chorus: Nate Dogg] (We) back on line (We) came to ride (We) deal (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 Loose 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

Everything

Flipmode Squad "The Imperial"
Intro: Busta Rhymes Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh Everything , everything , everything, everything , everything Everything , everything , everything , everything , everything Everything , everything , Flipmode Squad is everything , everything Everything [Spliff Star] I handle weed steamers , niggas who push bench to beamers Trigga finga happy niggas street corner heaters Try to get a rap game crack game whatever I gotta make it even if I gotta take it forcefully Life is a bitch yo I love her but she's costing me Fly nigga head who thought about double crossing me Spliff Star , the dutch hits , one of the hungriest Backed by Donald Johns and that's where my money is [Rampage] I told y'all six weeks rich don't forget Another smash hit from my squad don't forget It's Rampage yo y'all really want doubts I'm the one that flipped your broad and make her freak out And call her girlfriend then eat her ass out I'm the black Caesar people been talking about Imperial , I got the platinum material I got time to verbalize the crew that eat your cereal CHORUS 2X: Busta Rhymes We gon give y'all niggas everything that you want We gon give y'all niggas everything that you need We gon give y'all niggas everything that you aint got We gon give y'all niggas hot shit to blow the spot [Rah Digga] Imperial chick represent broads yonder Sing , rap , act or be a host like Ananda Type spoken true zonin out in the vocal booth How I do that Found new raps with tight blonde streaks in the middle Or die blue black Q grill write the ill make you raise your brow And still be the illest mad years from now All the way hell out [Baby Sham] Ayo the realness , start from back in the days In QB , when niggas had they grimy ways Up in the street when thugs had to hold they heat but never me I slipped them off they own two feet If you don't know I think you besta keep your flow I'm the type of cat that'll just split your fro And leave a big part you don't really want it to start Catch you on a sunny day in front your crib double park CHORUS 2X [Busta Rhymes] What! Panic and schizophrenic, sylvy-atlantic Wrap up your face in ceramic , goddamit we controllin the planet Ask Mary , the way my shit vary the shit is scary Havin you movin Larry hopin my niggas hear me Timin the rhyme , flossin canary diamond me and my niggas Forever shinin y'all niggas been noble like a TV show Simon and Simon Chip in a million christenin you listenin Now I own the pot I'm pissin in [RD]I be wetter than mystic gellin off me cuz you unrealistic [RAM]I eat y'all niggas like a box of frozen fishsticks [BS]Shortest nigga in my clique to hit y'all with the biggest dick [SS]Oooh what y'all niggas want kidnap em wit a gun throw you in the Car trunk [BR]Sucker think he can whoop me nigga whole style chump [RD]Tightest new releases [RAM]Pocket size increases [SS]Jesus , Flipmode blow the spot to pieces CHORUS

Im A Balla

Play-N-Skillz
I'M A BALLA - CHAMILLIONAIRE F. PHAR EAST, PLAY N SKILLZ, LUMBA Chorus I'm a balla, I walk tha walk brah I'm not a talka, I keep it pimpin so these women'll pay me If u a balla & bout ya dollaz Then thro yo handz up if u getting it dailay Don't even talka, bout what it cost ya If u ain't really out der getting it babie If u a balla & a shot calla Then thro yo handz up if u getting it dailay Verse : Chamillionaire Koopa, I got commaz & zeroz & a lot of Robert Dinero I kno h*ez tha luv otha h*ez, tha'll get down n a trio But, it ain't nuttin 2 me tho I'ma grinda, yall kno my stilo Got no recordz, no P.O. But, I dodge police like I'm neo, nigga we kno Phar East & Chamillionaire, gon bring 4 stackz den split a pair Thro 2 otha stackz in da air We step in hea like G-G-Gyeah U a balla, let me see it U a shot calla, let me see it Bout them dollaz, let me see it Pop yo colla, g-g-gyeah CHORUS Verse : Phar East Whomp, whomp, I'ma head busta I'ma keep on papa chasin, servin all these mufuccaz I'ma keep on ridin, ain't no way ya gonna eva touch us I'ma keep on chiefin, puffin, chokin on tha chocolate dutchai & I keep 1 on my side, tha'z my only buddie, buddie I'm movin weight, like the nuttie professa Bet get yo change up, oh yessa Betta pacc tha metal, they'll test ya Stain chain, gotta hit em hard When I roll that truck like Pastor Troy 24'z yeah, I got it bumpin Get em boi, sicc em boi Gotta make that money, rip em boi Like a pitbull dawg, I'll sicc em boi Here we came 2 bring in noise U a balla, let me see it U a shot calla, let me see it Bout them dollaz, let me see it Pop yo colla, let me see it CHORUS Verse : Play Yeah…Play Heff, Skillz..uh, yeah No matta what they say, no matta what they do M*thaFuccaz ain't got no clue Of what we tryna do Ridin coupes, ride on Koopa (wha) Hoopa (wha) Do (wha) M*thaFuccaz, u ain't clappin my crew Keepin it gainsta, plus ya'll lack Black on black, ridin Jordanz That ain't Gucci homie, quit cappin u can't afford it (nope) Tha'z how it go, doin show, puffin dro, bangin beatz Phar East from Dallas, Tex, but TL call me Greg Street Verse : Skillz Me & Koopa not sum hoopaz, but we ballin I see u actin stupid, betta move it or ur fallin Pausin, neva keep it movin like my rimz They say I'm cleva, but itz tha chedda I spend that makes me win If u a balla then dribble til ur handz get tired Cuz tha'z the way my wrist feelz when I'm tryna raise it higha & if u a balla, let me see it Shot calla, let me see it Bout them dollaz, let me see it Pop yo colla, let me seee it CHORUS Verse : Lumba Like where do I start or where do I begin When it cumz 2 ballin & flossin, I shine like them rimz Tha Ntend 2 spin, act like a pimp, nah f*ck it dawg Act like a chimp, like trouble monkiez throwin up setz U ain't no thro em up click, u use 2 throwin up brick We pro-ballaz down South, daddie emptie the clipz I got 5 in my eye, I need 10 on my wrist So, while I'm flippin yo b*tch, I put 10.. 2 the lipz Diz is tha young boi Lumba, who'z known 2 bump uh Take ova the industrie while these otha rappaz crumble I'ma balla, u can see it I'ma shot calla, u can see it I'ma flossa, u can see it Supa star, gonna be it

Do Dat

PETEY PABLO
Are you a gun busting nigga? (Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh) Are you a bitch baggin nigga? (Whu-Whu-Whu-Whu) You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your Rolly on, Not just any Rolly but you bought the most expensive one. Hey take ya car keys*Jingle Jingle* to ya class E Big body be for your CD on ya DVD For ya T.V in ya head beats In ya back seat (Haha) Yall think I'm mean Runnin round talking bout the shit that you talking bout How you the drug game sewed up and locked down John Gotti got life and I'm sure he never told nobody Boy lets put on an album so the fuckin feds could buy it You should be shouting out them bodies you buried Nine millimeters in Tex and dem AK47's Illegal weapon you talking bout you snuck in the club You got so many guns Tell me why you rapping stead of getting robbed I got two more verses for (huh) this ain't just to an individual person These questions here for all of ya (Hook x1) I can write a song with out ice, bitches, and cars, can u mutha fuckas do dat (DO DAT) I can blaze a track with out bustin a gat at a cat, can u mutha fuckas do dat (DO DAT) (Chorus x2) Yoouuu gon' have to change up all yo shit in a little bit When the radios in the club get to pumpin dis And they start to finding out what what rappin really is Now that you know what the song about Yall probably cussin me out You gonna listen to it anyhow Lets talk about somebody Eskimo Rentin they jewelry from Jacob And don't let me know You got a platinum piece But your chain is plain right gone(?) After the video it gotsta go back to the sto' That's Crazy Talkin bout some shit you don't own Oughta be ashamed of yourself Yo don't they call that frontin holmes? You ain't Jigga, Nigga Nor can you spin like puff And got a cash money deal So what's your big willy talk for? I get so excited man Your track got me leapin Then you start rhyming and *Yawn* I get sleepy (Chorus x1) (Hook x1) It's a sad situation Record name buggin out Cuz they star artist done ran out of shit to talk about Whoa Yeah that's crazy And you think about it baby Only thing that changed in yo rhyme Was ya day “2000' Oh that shit is hot Put that on the album You heard it with my man Kick that shit (??) Loud and proud Nigga swear he be throwin down Arthur lose his voice every time he opens his mouth I oughta hold up a signs and boycott they ass right No more muthafuckin sound alikes Sounded like (Mobb Deep!) Sounded like (Jay-Z!) Sounded like (B.I.G.!) And we don't need no more please! (Chorus x1 & 1/2)

Lucky Me

JAY-Z "In My Lifetime Vol. 1"
How can you fairly assess something from the outside looking in There's gotta be them times you'll be wrong. Nah Mean How can a mother fucka go round and hate a nigga he never even met that he dont even know and shit I think this rap shit is all beef Y'all dont even know every day I'm livin with stress Got up out the streets you think a nigga could rest Can't even enjoy myself at a party unless I'm on the dance floor hot ass vest You think I'm freakin' these chicks right I'try not to brush against they chest You get a lawsuit for shit like that, I feel trapped Swear to everything when I leave this earth It's gon' be on both feet, never knees in the dirt You could try me fucka but when I squeeze it hurts, fine We'll lose two lives, yours and mines Gimme any amount of time dont let Ms. Carter grieve at the funeral parlor drippin' tears on my sleeve Told the judge didn't budge it was him or me and I ain't trying to be hard but I'm guilty as charged Put my mercy on this court and my faith in God And pray hard none of my nephews wanna be stars...Lucky Me [Chorus: Karen Anderson] You only know what you see, You dont understand what it takes to be me. I hate all girls with alterior motives That's why I'm twenty plus years old, no sons no daughters Hate putting my life in the hands of fake promoters Hear the hate in my voice right I hate that you noticed Niggas wanna strip to the bone for shit you own Hate a nigga like that faggot, get your own Hate that I can't roam the street without the clip and chrome Knowing one day Im'a have to flip, c'mon You know the shit don't stop 'til the Crist don't pop And you have to kill a nigga and your wrist don't lock I'm trapped the whole worlds against me in fact, It aint no turning back. Bring It On Hate the price of fame cause it cost too much Can I live without y'all niggas saying I floss too much Hate the way you make this hate flow all through us Steady looking for flaws through us.... Lucky Me [Chorus: Karen Anderson, Jay-Z] You only know what you see, You dont understand what it takes to be me You only know what you see, (Since I was 4 years old, I been told, everything that glitters ain't gold) You dont understand what it takes to be me (And now that I've arrived I see those truths unfold before my eyes in this world so cold) Nigga see you in the street, pretend to be friendly But I know any type of success breeds envy I know in the back of your mind your conjuring ways to hen me Leave my friends in a circle pouring out Henny But G's is heaven bound so how I'm gon' receive Anything y'all pour to the ground next time throw it up And ain't nothing changed so even in my afterlife I show it up Dont grieve for me my art remains like a dart from the speaker to your heart Spiritually through the portal now my words as a mortal Plan to leave without a fight I plant a seed I give life Though I can't see past the girls greed to call her wife Next time your thinking heist better be precise Cause I'm fully prepared. One of us is gon' leave here I have no regrets even though I wanna see grow My godsons Boogie, Sonny and Rimo [Chorus x 4]

You Played Yourself

ATMOSPHERE "Strictly Leakage"
[Verse 1] What's up? My name is Sean, nice to meet ya So what brings you backstage in this theatre? Oh you're in the crew that plays first I shoulda noticed all four of y'all of wore the same shirts I bet you got a demo of your work right {That's what's up} Can you leave it with my merch guy? Well word up, good luck tonight And don't forget to drink water, and don't cup that mic, huh Do me a favour and stay away from Ant's beer No you can't bring your fans back here Nah I'm straight, you can keep your drugs in fact Keep em in the alley out back behind the club And drop the attitude Why you acting like that little sticky pass is some kinda right of passage dude Keep rapping till you get discovered But better believe it's last time we ever see each other [Hook (Every second line spoken)] Cause you played yourself Uh yeah, of course I remember you man, uh, how you been man? How you doin man? You played yourself They told me that you tried to pick a fight with your own DJ You played yourself Nah I didn't see you're set man, I was, I was sleeping on the bus You played yourself Uh yeah, go talk to that guy, him, he'll give you some drink tickets, word [Verse 2] New York, at the Bowery getting down With Grayskul, P.O.S. and Fillmore Brown My first time touring with a live band Trynna hide all the fear behind the mic stand I just want to move around and keep it versatile But tonight some kid took it personal I stopped my set, yo what you yellin bout? With your middle up calling me sell out Then security rushed him like a gang fight Wait, don't kick him out, man it ain't right But they wasn't listening to Slug I'm just an artist on the stage, they don't really give a fuck So I finished up my set then Ran out the front door to see if I could catch him And there he was, mad and drunk So I gave him his money and sent him off with a hug [Hook (Every second line spoken)] Man you played yourself Man you can barely stand up, you trynna call me names, punk You played yourself I understand, I understand dude, I was just like you when I was 15 years old You played yourself Talking about, you ain't The Roots, you ain't The Roots, why you got a band man? You played yourself Do me a favour, throw away my CDs, I don't want you stupid fans [Verse 3] Girl please, don't treat me like you treat a toy You wouldn't look twice if I was the pizza boy (nope) You ain't got to flash me your ass and tits I'd rather fantasise that you're a rap advocate Look around, you see all these women? They came for the music, you came for the scenesterism The validating game is degrading Got me cornered at the bar to boost your ratings I'm getting too old for the trap Go wiggle that cleavage at the opening act, huh Plus you smell like a bucket of vodka I would never put my meat sauce up in that pasta The shows over, so why you waiting by the bus Like I'm supposed to be impressed with the basics You don't believe that I don't want to see you naked But I'm not hanging out, take care and stay safe kid [Hook (Every second line spoken)] You played yourself Yeah actually I have heard somebody say that to me before You played yourself You realise I can clearly see your clitoris through your jeans You played yourself Look you are closer to my son's age than, than you are to mine You played yourself Look, look, the li, the living legends are right there, right over there, go over there!

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