Xzibit - Spitshine |
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Spitshine
I'ma clean this whole shit out like colonics, With words put together better than Sony Electronics, Eat with the lions, swim with piranhas, King of the jungle, humbly stay honest, Gasoline the seem, strike the match, Inferno, I'm too thorough nigga so stand back, I spit shine, get mine and rip rhymes and make my career take an incline I'm strict with knives, straight with razors, Good with grenades and great with gauges Been around the world in a million stages Watch niggas bitch up and go through changes I mashed out before niggas knew mashin, I had guns before thugs was in fashion, I knew terror before the plane started crashin, I got punch lines and niggas ain't laughin, [ I'm gon be here after the smoke die down Insomnia style, I won't lie down Fight the good fight, don't need no help Keep your hands up, defend yo self Can't move up if ya heart not strong Move like I move and live life long Every time I spit I shine Get'cha own shit cuz this shits mine Cocksucka I preach what I practise, back shit up, [Xzibit] Wrap this rap shit up, still actin up, Y'all suck like jail and Dracula, Get found in a trunk of an Acura, Straight stone faced don't fuck wit gay shit, X turn up the heat, increase the hatred, So I guess that means I can't fuck wit you now, Two down, let off, vacate to new town, It feel like Bishop and Juice now Got a flame thrower that'll burn big holes through your goose down, Rough sound, same strong background, My whole train of thought is Been on black, the big boys layin chips down, to bully any mothafuckea wit problems and not get caught I'ma spit ta my very last breath I was blessed with life but I curse ta death [Xzibit] Let me give this a three second look, I hit a million dollar target You ain't came up yet, well nigga let me show ya, Like balloons filled with coke down a Mexican's throat, Come across dope like planes and boats, You ever seen a man get smoked, they shit on they self, Their body shake for a second then it gets dissected, For evidence of the weapon and the people involved Let one nigga talk, everybody gettin caught fa sho', If you can't handle the time then ride the bitch, I say that to say this (what?), Castrate ya self, expose the bitch, Might as well touch ya tail and jump the fence, X go head up, but fuck, never ran from it, I got a gauge with buck shot that you can't stomach, You ain't a soldier, you a rap promoter, game over! You ain't a killa, you a album filla, |
