Xzibit - Throw It Like It's Free Lyrics
[Featuring: Black Milk, Phats & Tre Capital][Chorus: Phats]Only the best of the best around meBig coupe, niggaz know about meStyrofoam cup with promethazineGot my body on lean, tell 'em "Slow it down please"Never play with a niggaDrive by, never wave at a niggaG-5, real plane/plain on a niggaI'ma pray for you niggaz and we throwin it like it's free[Black Milk]America's nightmareThe American dreamSounds like the beginnin of the endinof the millenium when you in a storm's lightningInner city kid with a pipe dreamShut down in the blink of an eyeHandcuffed in the back of a cop caron the block where his best friend just diedEverything they showed and they know is liesEverything we had before it was oursLook real deep in the eyes of 'emLook real deep in the minds of the blind andPut my time in the rhyme andDo you by the signs of the time kidWhenever I spit that, line for line shit quick, quickE'rybody calm down just for a bitYo, livin in the land of the darkLivin in the land of the lost30,000 feet up 'til we landedGoin city to city to rock, watch all the fans put they hands up, upThis is that realer, iller, killerDown for a nigga, I'm standin (yeah!)Somethin that's iller, iller, nigga (yeah)Somethin that the people are demandin[Xzibit]Check the background, your rap's not tightWe don't fight, we push lead through the pipeCame like a thief in the nightI lean with the left then I follow right behind with the rightCalifornia term' on sightThen I take it back to the D, "Whatupdoe?"Cut up flow the same way I cut up blowShut up hoe, abducted, U.F.O.Walk in a war zone, U.S.O.I'm at an all-time new plateau, lockin a round let it goAnybody get bodied you better knowCan't do anything about it but get lowOn the real, before you get the Maybach and the self-made tagsGet your own lane, ***** tryin to bring the game backSlap you out them skinny ass jeans with a back slapBetter make change, you them niggaz get they chain snatched[Chorus][Tre Capital]Lobster perception, stand at ease with attentionDid I really even have to mention?Now me, X, Black on a pursuit of perfectionFormulate a plot, man ***** your conceptionBrand new nigga with a flow that's divineAll they ever did was write line after lineKillin time after time and I'm not in my primeSo instead of watchin the throne man the glory is mineWhere do we go when we conquered it all?How do we feel when there's nothin at all?Why do we walk when we started to crawl?But like King James I was destined to ballLike what up, what up, we got one, hot oneSpit lyrical homicide with a shotgunClick clack boom, praise God that we lost sonTold these muh'*****ers not to mess with the wrong oneSongs don't wait, welcome to the new editionHand-to-hand, eliminate the competitionWestside to the D, it's a coalitionthat we grind so hard that we had to give therags to the riches, keys to the businessWhat is this? Just a young nigga with ambitionKnock your head off, protect my positionMan down, man on a mission, listen[Chorus]
