Xzibit - Bk To La Lyrics
(feat. m.o.p.)Yeah! aowww, aowww!Cmon! yeah, yeahhh (yeah) yeahhh, yeahhhM.o.p.! uhh (x to the z)Yeah baby, thats right, you know how we do itOne time, x, where you at my nigga?Fiyahhhh!!!![xzibit]I spread the hate, like taliban records and tapesShoot five times to the sky, gimme some spaceI got yall, runnin in place, cut to the heart of the subject(mash out niggaz!) straight from the gutter you love itAint nothin above it, we stomp yall religiouslyWatchin paper thugs tryin to hide behind the industryFrom here to infinity, love thy enemyNiggaz got the knowledge but dont know the chemistryAll inside your baseball hat and kneecapsWith baseball bats (til fame hit you with the mini-mac)Full body black fatigues, lungs black from weedIn black limo tinted suvs with bill[billy danze]Still (still) world (world) famousThe underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain wereHeartless and painless, its dangerous to strangersThat try to change us, knowin were anxious to flame em[chorus 2x: xzibit + m.o.p.][x] huh, you want problems ima bring em to you[b] we *****in them thangs[x] yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you[b] we ready to bang[x] yeah, you talk impressive, you dont 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, its your man b.d.From n.y.c., the n.y.g. (its)M.o.p., and x to the zIs a friend of our family (yeah my nigga)For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore playersI rub you under your face with single-edged razorsCold street intelligence, o.g.s and rebel menGrip quick, ***** squeeze and level men to settle it(from l.a. to) b.k., from b.k. to (l.a.)Persistant and insistant on doin it our wayDo you really wanna ***** with danze? (cmon)When he comin with them thugs in the vanDouble clutch in his hands, my nigga[lil fame]Make the world flame! face the fame-ster, part, fame-sterYall niggaz akin to God and gangsters(you see it!) its the m dot, to the o dot, to the pWith x to the z hot, whats happenin?[chorus][interlude 2x: xzibit]Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the haterWatch how you rise, fall and thank me laterLook in my eyes, I should not have to say itLook alive, these streets is complicated[lil fame]Aowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!You got problems with us? start poppinI get in yo chest like anthrax, vaccine couldnt stop itLets move on em (aoww) must move on emRush in, gun-bustin, black seven plus tools on emNever snooze on em, Im short, havent got room for emI send you to God with no shoesClueless! real gs run this, we rule thisIf you wanna get into some gangsta shit, lets do this(yes sir!) no question, no half-steppinStreets is my profession, heat in my posessionHollow-tips is the answer; look around you see the signsSay no smokin but our guns got cancer![xzibit]Yeah cause Im not (Im not) what you thought I wasLike my career was gon fade like a *****in buzzRaise the stakes high, I solidifyThe grip that I keep on shit, get off my dick![chorus][random ad libs to fade]
