Xzibit - Bk To La (feat Mop) |
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Bk To La
Yeah! AOWWW, AOWWW! C'mon! Yeah, yeahhh (yeah) yeahhh, yeahhh M.O.P.! Uhh (X to the Z) Yeah baby, that's right, you know how we do it One time, X, where you at my nigga? FIYAHHHH!!!! [Xzibit] I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space I got y'all, runnin in place, cut to the heart of the subject (MASH OUT NIGGAZ!) Straight from the gutter you love it Ain't nothin above it, we stomp y'all religiously Watchin paper thugs tryin to hide behind the industry From here to infinity, love thy enemy Niggaz got the knowledge but don't know the chemistry All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps with baseball bats ('TIL FAME HIT YOU WITH THE MINIFull body black fatigues, lungs black from weed In black limo tinted SUV's with Bill [Billy Danze] The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain we're STILL (still) WORLD (world) FAMOUS that try to change us, knowin we're anxious to flame 'em [Chorus 2X: Xzibit + M.O.P.] heartless and painless, it's dangerous to strangers [B] We cockin them thangs [X] Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you [X] Huh, you want problems I'ma bring 'em to you [B] We ready to bang [X] Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you? [B] Watch where you aim [F] Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga [Billy Danze] You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D. From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. (IT'S) M.O.P., and X to the Z is a friend of our family (YEAH MY NIGGA) For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players Cold street INTELLIGENCE, O.G.'s and REBEL MEN Grip quick, cock squeeze and LEVEL MEN to SETTLE IT I rub you under your face with single(From L.A. to) B.K., from B.K. to (L.A.) Persistant and insistant on doin it our way Do you really wanna fuck with Danze? (c'mon) When he comin with them thugs in the van Double clutch in his hands, my nigga [Lil' Fame] Make the world flame! Face the Fame(YOU SEE IT!) It's the M dot, to the O dot, to the P Y'all niggaz akin to God and gangsters With X to the Z hot, what's happenin? [Interlude 2X: Xzibit] Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it Look alive, these streets is complicated AOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! [Lil' Fame] You got problems with us? Start poppin Let's move on 'em (aoww) must move on 'em I get in yo' chest like anthrax, vaccine couldn't stop it Never snooze on 'em, I'm short, haven't got room for 'em Rush in, gunI send you to God with no shoes If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, let's do this CLUELESS! Real G's run this, we rule this (YES SIR!) No question, no halfStreets is my profession, heat in my posession Hollowsay "NO SMOKIN" but our guns got cancer! [Xzibit] Yeah cause I'm not (I'm not) what you thought I was Like my career was gon' fade like a fuckin buzz Raise the stakes high, I solidify the grip that I keep on shit, GET OFF MY DICK! [random ad libs to fade] |
