I close my eyes I understand it Since the moment that my luck Became my worst friend The only song I've played Sounds so boring My game is over I've
Whenever I close my eyes I understand it Since the moment that my luck Became my worst friend The only song I've played Sounds so boring My game is over
over nigga not be scorned Around here I am the goat like the Capricorn New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw Cause my hoes in the X like
, we just goin' off popular consensus But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk Doc is all washed up, knock it off Who the fuck is Doc impressin'? Doc is this, Doc is
Fuck around and you'll get anahilated Eyes diliated [Eminem] Ha, like my old lady Cuz what you say is what you say Sometimes what you mean is 2 different
way You fuck my night up, I'ma fuck up your day Bullet with your name, sendin it your way That goes for anyone who walks thru that doorway Cuz this is my
do, what will we say When it’s the end of this game that we play Will we crumble into the dust, my friend Or will we start this game over again It’s
my homies are the same If you want it, we can bring it, fassy hole you know my name [Hook:] If your looking for me I'll be on my corner Niggas since
over here and see me Act just like u need me Hurry hurry hurry Got ten minutes [Bridge:] Tick tock Where u at Looking at my clock its about that time Knock knock There u is
To make that shit sound more gangster than it really is You cant appear weak man We wanna hear street Wanna hear you spit your thug over this here beat
mine (parental discretion is advised) Oh-oh Y'all can be the star in my spotlight Studio 54 if we get the props right All we need right now is a little
my paper, I'm all, i'm all about my paper We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' We over here hustlin', we over here We over here hustlin', we over
blue Get the bitch screamin' "Please, Please, not my boo" My revolver shook like I deal with smart crook You know the name Switch up the game like Garth
s lucky that he didnt end up outlined in white chalk The only thing I can say I've gained from my father is Knowledge of the street game, and I hope that
Gutters of the street where my mind be Play the game, get you a 'zil' Forever, put you until, it fit me to kill Heat, got it with me still Flip the game over
ride dicks Read my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips Love the sound of clips when I know my shit Chamber Music, this is for the ones with
much to ask if you can put them on the glass [For me] My name's Xzibit I aint' tryin' to spit game Just tell me your name And the proportions of your
Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass [For me] My name's Xzibit I aint' tryin' to spit game Just tell me your name And the proportions
