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| Xzibit Miscellaneous Spit Shine [Xzibit] I'ma clean this whole shit out like colonics With words put together better than Sony Electronics King of the jungle, humbly stay honest Eat with the lions, swim with piranhas Gasoline the seem, strike the match Inferno, I'm too thoro nigga so stand back I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme and make my career take an in climb 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 had guns before thugs was in fashion I mashed out before niggas knew mashin I knew terror before the plane started crashin I got punch lines and niggas ain't laughin [Chorus: Xzibit] I'm gon be here after the smoke die down The sound of your style, I won't lie down Fight the good fight, don't need no help Keep your hands up, defend yo self Move like I move and live life long Can't move up if ya heart not strong Get'cha own shit cuz this shits mine Every time I spit I shine [Xzibit] Cocksucka I preach what I practise, back shit up Wrap this rap shit up, still actin up Get found in a trunk of an Acura Y'all suck like jail in Dracula X turn up the heat, increase the hatred Straight stone faced don't fuck wit gay shit 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 now Rough sound, same strong background Been on black, the big boys layin chips down My whole train of thought is to body any mothafuckea wit problems and not get caught I was blessed with life but I curse ta death I'ma spit ta my very last breath - Fuck y'all! [Chorus] [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 Come across dope like planes and boats Like balloons filled with coke down a Mexican's throat 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' I say that to say this (what?) If you can't handle the time then ride the bench Might as well touch ya tail and jump the fence Castrate ya self, expose the bitch 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 killa, you a album filla You ain't a soldier, you a rap promoter, game over! [Chorus] |
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