same Yourself to blame, you had it made I'm not afraid to call a spade a fucking spade You're just a joke in my eyes Your shitty life makes me feel
years They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears I got suede on my roof. wood grain on the dash Sheep skin on the rug, +Golden Grain+ on the
the ball dropped, GUN POPPED! - Bank$ got blast! I make it so HOT! - One shot'll melt your ass! GOT POPPED UP! - Probably till my eyes turned red Told
Ya don’t stop To my people in the rear Say what Throw your hands in the air Ya don’t stop To my people on the left Ya don’t stop To my people on the
digits Can you dig it? You fed, you dead, see red My lead, yo head, I fed Like you shit I got rhymes push that shit like weight My nigga Lincoln
In the heat of the night In the heat of the day When I close my eyes When I look your way When I meet the fear that lies inside When I hear you say In
deal? It's Xzibit. Get on the ground, get on the ground! Hands on the back of your head, Don' Move Don't Move! Get on the ground! * beat to fade *
ll niggaz, this ain't no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! I love you my
seems they wanna finger print me and gimme some years They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears I got suede on my roof, wood grain on the dash Sheep skin on
guys who got they eyes on my dough We got riches, we got bitches, you want drama, we got guns I'm that kid from Harlem World and you know where I'm from Now my
God sent, of course a legend This is part 1, speak my sermon, the hood reverand Blunted eyes red, C-Class, a hundred times five red CD's blast, speed
Records Para siempre! [Violent J] I smell garlic, my head hurts. Cause my brain is cursed, by voodoo wizards. My skin turns blue and I start to shake. My
Arm Redemption Endorsed my the Masta inscription signature Off top my unorthodox style of attack Is like Hannibal rollin' on elephant's backs Pack a long barrel, bustin' off strong ammo My
shouldn't drive my shit when I'm high, I might tear it up Got my eyes all red up, nigga can't even hold they head up Got my brain waves, elevating in
my shit when I'm high, I might tear it up Shit got my eyes all red up, nigga can't even hold they head up Got my brain waves, elevating in a daze But
brown and bottles of the Don The chron chron and girls on my arm It's on! 2nd Chorus Ladies, they love me They' eyes are on my money They pay me and
like the third world Decipher my deceiver make him a believer Spittin' jim stars, words in my mic type receiver Bond is my life so I live by my word
