1996, the disfunctional member of the alkohaliks family
It's xzibit, bring it live, one time, like thi
Sometimes i wonder if it's all worth my while
Xzibit stay versitile
With million dollar lifestyle
And i can feel it as a child growin' up
The niggaz that were real and the niggaz that were scared as
F**k
That's why xzibit only roll with a chosen few
You ain't really real, i can tell when i look at you
So ease off the trigga talk, you ain't killin shit
It's not affecting me or the niggaz that i'm chillin with
I don't believe the hype or buy a woof ticket
Nigga you make a gang of noise and never seem like a cricket
I guess that's why we never kick it
A lot of niggaz are soft and get tossed tryin to f**k with the
Liquid
How many niggaz do you know like this?
Also claimin that they're riding but they really turn bitch
It don't make sense
Either you're a soldier from the start
Or an actor with a record deal tryin to play the part
Like dat
It's a shame
Niggaz in the rap game
Only for the money and the fame
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It's a shame
Niggaz in the rap game
Only for the money and the fame
Paparazzi
I don't need no lights no cameras
Just action god dammit
Never no superstar
I'm more like a planet
So my composure is kept while others start to sweat
A merchant from the fog with my f**ked up dialogue
Try to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt
And niggaz you spent it on, would not give a f**k
Now that's deep, how deep, it's deeper than atlantis
Home of the scandalous
Big bad los angeles
Dangerous, vandelous
Yo, not to be trusted
So how the f**k is you hard
Not being scared by the boulevard
I'm pulling that card and sayin gin muthaf**kar
Flowin like liquid, soak it in muthaf**kar
I'm breakin it down, my sounds, so crowds are like deaf
From the west
Puttin whole counties to the test
It's all in perspective
Breaker one-nine copy
This is for the niggaz gettin caught up in the paparazzi
Niggaz smoke stress and cross dress
But i just play the back
Others going through schemes and pipe dreams
For a contract
Real tightly rolled, f**k 'em all how i feel
I made a cool half mil
Before i had a record deal
There for you look and stare like it's magic
Too much of anything can make you an addict
When devils be startin static, forgot the automatic
I set it off straight, i spread hate, then i vacate, but wait
Who dare to cross this path
Yo, i do ya like math
Cut with glass, make a blood bath
So on behalf of all niggaz i get drunk with
Smoke a lot of blunts with
I dispose of your punk shit
Keep it all in perspective
Carbon copies gettin caught up in the paparazzi